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Amorous Senior

By: Humpdee84



Enid was 74 and looked 74. She was not hot, she was not sexy for her age, she looked every bit of 74 and was very comfortable in her own skin. Not very tall and a bit heavy, but not fat. Wrinkled, no if ands or buts, she was wrinkled but everyone said she had a very pleasant face and manner about her. Though she looked 74, she didn't act it, not by a long shot. She was a horny old dame and very much into sex with any guy who might be interested back. She'd had her share of women over the years, but as she once told her friends at the Senior Center, "Cock, love cock. Loved it since I was a teenager." Many of her friends at the Senior Center were no longer 'friends' after that outburst. They were the old fashioned stereotypical old ladies.

However, she had a few friends who just reveled in hearing of her exploits.

One day she needed a plumber and called a guy who was two towns over because she wanted to cut down the chances of bumping into him at the grocery store. Ken a guy of about 45 with a big gut walked up to the door and knocked. Enid opened up and asked him in. She brought him to the bathroom where the sink was leaking badly and said, "I really need this taken care of. Can you help me?"

Ken said, "Yeah, sure, shouldn't be too difficult. Probably a washer." And he began to work on the sink. After a few minutes of working, Enid came back to the bathroom and said, "I have to pee. It happens at my age. Don't worry about me, you just keep working."

Ken tried not worrying about Enid but she dropped her drawers not 2 feet from him and squatted down on the toilet and pissed away. He tried not to look and Enid decided to capitalize on this. She said, "Hell kiddo, enough guys have seen my pootie that it don't mean much to me anymore and be honest, I caught you peeking. You wondering what an old woman's pootie looks like?"

"Eh, ah, well, ye see...." Stammered Ken as Enid reached for a moist wipe and cleaned herself up a bit. Then she turned a bit on the seat and threw her legs open to him. "That's what it looks like. Not bad for my age, eh?"

Poor Ken was beside himself and not sure what to say or do, but he DID look, and he DID start to sweat a bit and when she spread her lips with her fingers, he DID start to get hard. 

"Wanna fuck an old lady Kenny my boy? Don't think of this as old, think of it as well aged." Then she told him to stand up and she undid his pants. She had admired the obligatory exposed butt crack and now, she'd see him from the front. His belly was big alright, but there was his shvantz sticking straight out at Enid. She reached over, still sitting on the toilet and began to stroke him, tickling his balls. Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. He was pretty good size and Enid felt that it was only his belly that kept her from attempting to deep throat him which, at his size, would be a hell of a challenge. She was convinced he had to be nine inches. 

"Here's a real treat for you, baby," said Enid as she sat upright and removed her denture plate. "Ever had a gum job?"

Ken just shook his head, closed his eyes and went with the flow. After several minutes of feeling some of the most amazing feelings his penis had ever encountered, Enid stood and lead him by the shaft to the bed. She lay down on the bed and instructed him to remove his pants from around his ankles and to lose the shirt. He did without hesitation. 

"Now, fuck me. Lay some pipe, plumber-man!"

And he did. Ken jammed his cock deeply into Enid who began to rock her hips for him. He held his belly up so he could get all nine inches into Enid's surprisingly wet pussy and Enid hollered "HALLALUJA!" 

Ken just kept slamming her, hoping beyond all hope that he wasn't going to break her. At one point Enid looked up and could see a bit of apprehension on his face (she was sure it was that and not his cum face) and said, "It'll take a hell of a lot more than what you're doing to hurt this gal. Keep it up Tarzan, Jane needs your vine!"

As he fucked her, his belly rubbed against her pelvic area. She found it strangely exciting. This was the fattest guy she had ever done and he was magnificent. He was cupping her ass as he continued to slam into her, over and over again. His belly was helping to stimulate her clitoris and she began to breath heavy and short. Ken panicked and started to pull out to which Enid responded with, "YOU PULL OUT NOW, I'LL CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" Ken just kept going until Enid could take no more. How long had it been, 5 minutes? 20 minutes? Enid had no idea, she was dizzy and this cock master had her in an excited euphoric state. She came with a scream, rocking against his dick and his belly.

Ken wasn't finished though. Enid motioned for him to come to her side and she propped herself up and began to finish him off with her mouth and hand.

"I'm gonna cum," Ken barely said.

"Sounds good, let's see if it tastes good," replied Enid as she pumped his seed onto her lips and then engulfed the head, sucking and pumping him dry. Ken collapsed onto the floor, breathing very shallow breaths, but smiling from ear to ear.

"So, when you collect yourself, finish the sink, will ya, hunny?" and Enid got up, threw on a robe and said, "I'll be watching TV."

Another thing Enid liked to do was tease the hell out of the kid across the street. Enid liked walking around the house nude now and then. "My house? My right!" She would tell anyone who asked her about it or suggested closing the shades. One time she noticed 18 year old Billy Watzleneck sitting in his room looking across into her house. She made a point of staying in the front rooms upstairs where he'd get a better view. One day, shortly after his 18th birthday, she sat, well inside her room away from the window but in full view of Billy's window, and masturbated for about ten minutes, even using a vibrator at one point. She worked the vibrator in and around the old hole and rubbed herself as well, licking her fingers as she went. She would do this until either she legitimately came (and it was obvious) or got tired and then just faked it. Billy wouldn't know or care what the difference was. 

Enid did this for Billy about 3 times per month. Enid was actually very flattered that after almost a whole year, he didn't get bored with her and even had invited a few friends over now and then. This continued right up until one day Billy's Dad just happened by and looked across. She could see the shade go down in Billy's room and within 10 minutes, Billy's Dad was at her door. 

"Enid, I wish you wouldn't do that so openly. I mean, I want my son to learn about that stuff the normal way and frankly, he's a bit young to see anything like that.

Enid countered with, "My house?" and before she could finish, Billy's Dad said, "My right! Yeah, I know. I'm asking as a neighbor and a friend. We're friends right? I mean, we like to talk and such. Could you just do me that favor as a friend?"

Enid thought for a second then said, "How about another favor I could do you. Then we could be friends with benefits!"

Billy's Dad looked down and shook his head. As he turned to leave, Enid added, "You've seen it Hank, you can imagine what it can do."

Hank left. Then about 9 pm he came back and said, "Billy's at a basketball game and Lynda is out with friends. So, what were you talking about? What kind of benefits?"

Enid pulled him into the house and told him to strip. He did. Then she told him to bend at the waist. He did. She spanked his ass with her open palm and said, "Like that? Want more?"

Hank at first said, "Not really. What the hell are you...?"

SMACK, SMACK. Enid slapped his ass again. "We haven't done anything yet, but I guarantee if I told Lynda about just THIS, she'd have shit fit. So, do you like that? Want more?"

He grudgingly said, "Yeah, sure, I like it." And Enid smacked his ass several more times, pretty damn hard too. He didn't understand why, but Hank was beginning to get a bit hard. "More, I could use more." He wondered where that came from, but she understood and smacked him again. She ordered him to his knees and spread her legs under her terrycloth robe. "Eat me you pig. Eat me now and do it well or I'll get MEAN."

"Yes, yes I will." And Hank pulled her hips towards him and began to lick her. He was shocked, at her age she was soaked. He expected dust and cobwebs, but she was dripping! Hank at first was a tad repulsed by all this unexpected pussy juice and started to back away when Enid hit him in the back of the head and said, "I have NOT gotten off yet. EAT!"

Back he went. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'4" so her crotch was low, but Hank managed to get his 6'3" frame bent in such a way as he could ably eat away this soaking wet old woman. He devoured her lips and her clitoris, which he was surprised to find so easily. He could feel Enid start to tremble and wondered if he should stop to she wouldn't fall over. He got his answer when Enid said, "If you stop, you pay. If you finish me, you get rewarded."

He ate, licked, sucked and nibbled until Enid had to grab hold of the stair banister to keep from falling. He thighs tightened around Hank's head and he had slightly difficult time breathing but he kept it up until Enid tapped him on the head and freed his face. 

"Now, a reward." She went upstairs and retrieved her vibrator, a standard size one; nothing special other than it had one hell of a full speed. When we returned to the foyer, she instructed Hank to go over and put his hands on the third step with his back to her. He was reluctant but Enid was persuasive. He bent over and then, upon instruction, spread his legs a bit. Enid slid the vibrator into her vagina to get it wet and lubed up, then, with no warning other than signs a blind man would see, she began to work the vibrator around Hank's ass. She had it on the lowest speed as she moved it around, occasionally having to reinsert it in herself for wetness, but never leaving Hanks asshole for more than three to five seconds at a time. Hank was shivering a bit, not knowing what to expect. Then, in it went. Just a bit at first. Enid WAS being gentle, but firm. A little more the next time, a little more, a little more until the end was all the way in. What she had inserted was about the size of a man's thumb, there was still more to come, but she wanted to wait. Enid upped the speed just a bit and could hear Hank begin to moan. With her free hand she began to stroke the back of his scrotum with the back of her index finger. She'd bring it back to the vibrator in his ass, then return to his scrotum. Then, MORE went in, just a bit more. Hank was in denial that he was enjoying this, but Enid knew. She slowly slid the plastic phallus in until the shaft had his asshole open wide and she cranked up the speed. As this shook the very walls of his colon, Enid slipped her hand between his legs and slowly jacked him off. Hank began to quiver, Enid quickened the pace. Hank then began to shudder and Enid quickened the pace as he started to shake all over Enid stopped. 

Hank was so close a few drops of semen had already made their way out of the pipeline. Enid kept the vibrator going though. Hank was losing his mind, "May I finish myself?" he asked, his voice wavering, his legs on the verge of buckling. Enid said, "No. Give me a second. My arthritis is acting up a bit."

She worked her hand a bit, leaving the vibrator going full tilt and then said, "Oh, that's much better." And she reached around and gave his member a squeeze and a tug and he came all over her hand and her stairs. 

"You made a mess of my stairs," Enid began, very sternly. "Clean it up before you go." 

Hank got some paper towels and rug cleaner from the kitchen and cleaned up the carpet on the stairs. He turned to say something to Enid but she cut him off, "No, not a word. You speak, I WILL Speak, to your wife, Billy and the local newspaper. Got it, hotshot?"

He got it. He finished, dressed and left. The matter of her showing off to Billy never came up again.

Enid enjoyed flashing as well. She knew she was past her prime as far as most guys were concerned, but she loved getting a rise out of men. A Senior Citizen WOMAN, who showed off could turn loads of guys on, just at the shock of it. Old MEN would flash all the time, but a woman doing it was out of the norm and Enid loved being out of the norm.

Enid would visit various places like the Mall or the stadium where the local minor league team played and just sort of let her coat fall open. One guy ended up following her around. At first it made Enid a little nervous and she thought, "I may have provoked a mental case." And she started rethinking her actions. Well, until the guy came up to her and said, "You know, you're a hot woman. To flash like that, you must have some great confidence and I bet you're a great lay."

He was right and Enid ended up doing him in the parking lot of the Mall. Mall Security was cruising the lot and of course had their yellow lights going like there was some kind of emergency. Every time the lights reflected in the mirrors, they'd stop. As soon as they could see that Security was at least 100 yards away, they'd get right back at it. 

Enid was sitting on his lap in a bit of a reverse cowgirl in the back seat. Even though she was short, she had to lean forward just a bit in order to ride him properly. Two teenagers, about 18 were walking by when they noticed what was going on. They stopped and watched for a bit. The guy (Enid never got or cared about his name) had his eyes closed so he didn't see them, but Enid did see them. She smiled and leaned back a bit to give them a better view as the guy's meat kept ramming her honeypot. She gave her tits a little squeeze for the boys' enjoyment. They both just stared until Enid shooed them away. They left, high fiving each other.

When the guy was about to cum, Enid started rubbing her clit and they came together, hard; his cum shooting inside of her. Enid loved the feel of a man cumming inside her and at her age, pregnancy was NOT an issue. She got off of him, closed her coat, gave him a deep passionate kiss and walked away leaving him in an orgasmic stupor. She could feel semen oozing from between her pussy lips. Then she chuckled as she contemplated that thought, "At my age, 'pussy' seems like a silly word. It's a CAT, pure and simple."

Enid liked to drive to the one triple X theater left in the area. It was an hour away, but her monthly visits were always a treat. She would arrive, parking in the alley out back. At this point, the management knew her as did many of the employees. She'd walk in the door, wave and enter the theater picking out a nice seat near the middle. She was never charged. It seemed that the people running the place knew how many guys (and occasionally women) would show up hoping to be there for the monthly visit of the "Mysterious Elder" as she came to be called.

Once in, the management would lock the doors and put up a sign saying, "Closed for Private Function" and just let happen the now usual routine.

Enid would go in, strip off all of her clothing and sit down to watch the movie. After a few she'd say, loud enough to be heard, but without yelling, "This movie is making me SO horny. I hope there are enough men to satisfy me." In no time, almost every guy in the theater was standing around her waiting to fill a hole or hand and she would stay until every single one of them was satisfied. One time she breezed in and did her usual routine but found, though the auditorium was almost full, only ONE guy let her blow him. As she sucked on his cock for all she was worth she looked more closely at the screen. She had shown up during a Gay Film Festival. She finished that one guy and left.

When she was successful, she would take on often no less than twelve guys, each taking their turn screwing her or getting their junk sucked or jacked. No customer left unsatisfied. Then she'd go home, shower and watch "Murder She Wrote" or one of her favorite programs. She made a point of picking different days so that no one would know just when she'd be there, this of course caused many guys to just show up which in turn made the theater management happy. Until Enid starting showing up, attendance at the performances had been dwindling. Now there was a new exciting reason to 'go to the movies'!!!!

One day as she sat with her circle of friends she told them the story of the circle jerk she orchestrated. She had seven guys at her house. None of them knew each other. She wouldn't tell how she got seven strangers into her home at one time, which drove her friends crazy and added to the mystery of Enid.

She had them strip and stand around her in a circle and told them to get hard and start to jerk off. They did without hesitation. Then, she threw in a twist, "I'll give a blow job to the LAST guy standing and promise another blow job once a week for 6 weeks." The guys seemed to like that. "Ok but here's where the twist comes in, since anyone can delay a climax if the jerk slow and easy, you have to jerk off the guy to your left and do a good job. Again, the last man standing, blown for today and 6 more and every time, you come in my mouth!"

The guys were hesitant. None of them had handled a penis beyond his own. Sensing the apprehension, Enid went penis to penis and gummed them, just a bit to let them know what she could do. When she came full circle she said, "And I was only giving a free sample! Second place will get two blow jobs."

The guys each grabbed a cock and began to stroke. Enid loved watching and examined each hand as it furiously worked the swollen gland of its neighbor. Each guy was putting a lot of effort in, really pumping away like they were inflating a bike tire.

"Boys, if you do it TOO fast, you won't give the guy any enjoyment and he won't cum. You can do it quickly, but imagine how you like to handle yourself and act accordingly."

They did. She couldn't say she liked Gay porn, but Enid liked cocks being stroked right in front of her and by the hand of another. It added some excitement to the moment. The guys hands, some meaty and hairy, some a bit more delicate, stroked the hell out of the cock next door until the first guy came. He had failed to warn Enid so she had her back turned and missed it.

"Ok, from the rest I want proof. If you feel your guy tense up, let me know." The guys, when they could tell, informed Enid who went over and awaited the stickiness. As the guy came, the guy jerking him off would wipe his hand on Enid as per her request. Finally, two guys were left and they had to move close since they had been opposite each other. They furiously pumped until the younger guy finally exploded onto Enid's already messy tits. The last guy stood there awaiting his reward.

Enid shuffled over to him on her knees, grabbed his cock, wrapped her lips around him, slid her mouth down and back and....BAM, he was done. She smiled and said, "Well, you still have six to go!" turning to the older of the two she said, "And I'll see you the next two weeks in a row."

Then she threw them out of her house and made a cup of tea and had a scone.

Enid did have one steady boyfriend named Hal. Hal was a nice enough guy and at least as perverted as Enid and it made their relationship special, but not exclusive. Hal was very much into S&M and at 82, he had been around it a long time. He would kid that he once had a copy of "120 Days of Sodom" by the Marquis de Sade which the author had signed, "To Hal, Thanks for WHIPPING me into frenzy! Love, The Marquis."

Hal had a sex dungeon and though Enid wasn't overly fond of the fetish, she would indulge Hal on a monthly basis, sometimes twice in a month. Sometimes Hal would go to the porno theater with her. It was a VERY special relationship.

Hal liked to mix it up just a bit. One time he's chain her to a wall and whip her. Again, since she wasn't really into this stuff, he had to use the velvet cat o' nine tails with the little velvet knots at the end instead of the leather one his other friend, Joelle would actually demand. Sometimes Hal would put Enid on a rack wearing a leather hood and fuck her as she was stretched out. His favorite thing however was the rare occasions he would hang Enid upside down and spank her. She couldn't do this more than about 10 minutes at a time, but they would be ten phenomenal minutes for Hal, especially when she'd wear the ball gag. He'd jack off on her face as he reached around to spank her. The spanking was fine, but the hanging upside down was brutal. 


Amorous Senior Pt. 02



Hal fully recovered from his 'episode' but became a bit skittish about having wild sex. Enid really didn't blame him, him being 82 and all. Enid, a spry 74 claimed to fear nothing and in fact had high hopes of dying during sex. Of course this put a bit of fear in every partner she had (and just who but a necropheliac wouldn't be a bit nervous?) and yet, that didn't stop many a man (and a few women) from seeking an encounter with the woman who was slowly becoming a legend in the Swinging community. Enid had always been a bit reluctant to take on a woman. She would do almost anything with a man (almost being the operative word-she wasn't a 'sicko') but had steered clear of women. "I'm just strictly Dickly" she would say. However, one day she was visiting the now essentially chaste Hal when his sister dropped by to check on him.

Carol was 77. She looked good. There are three types of old ladies, old ladies who look just that, like an old lady. There were GOOD looking old ladies, the types who maybe don't look entirely their age, but you know damn well they're not YOUNG ladies and of course ugly old ladies. Carol fell into the GOOD category. She hadn't done anything along the lines of surgery and wasn't the type to tried to look young and hot (those often failed miserably), she was just aging very well and very naturally. When Enid met her at the door, Carol leaned in and gave Enid a kiss on the cheek and a bit of a hug. "So, you didn't actually KILL my brother! Wonderful!" She smiled and laughed at that. Enid read immediately that it wasn't a 'dig' it was just a joke. Enid had known Carol for years and had always liked her. They hadn't socialized all that much, but had socialized a bit. They were not strangers in anyway and Carol knew well just how wild Enid could be and of course her brother Hal's exploits were common knowledge amongst his siblings, well all except their sister Lenore who was in fact, a SISTER. Sister Lenore was a Sister of St. Joseph and very devout so naturally, they kept as much about Hal from her as possible, especially now that she was pushing 90.

Enid was aware of Carol's own sexual appetite. Carol was bi-sexual and the night of the famous party when Foster stormed off leaving Enid to fend for herself, Carol had hit on Enid. Enid had never been a beauty but she was not in any way ugly. She had always carried herself very well and had an 'attractiveness' to her. Carol had been a borderline knockout and one time Hal had even admitted to having a few incestual fantasies about his sister, but only Enid had ever heard of this and frankly it was one of the few times Enid had actually been disturbed by anything sexual.

So, here they were, both concerned about poor Hal who after years of self abuse and physical abuse of others was weak and sickly (not really, but he thought so) and had two woman looking after him. One he had enjoyed amazing sex with, and one he only imagined amazing sex with. Life was smiling at Hal, but he just could no longer fully appreciate it. Though the doctors had made it very clear that Hal was fine and could resume a normal routine (they weren't fully aware of what a 'normal' routine was for Hal) Hal didn't see it that way. He had aged mentally by about 10 years in the last month. 

Carol entered the house and walked into the den where Hal sat with a cup of now luke warm tea complaining it was too hot. Enid had made if for him about 20 minutes ago, but it was STILL TOO DAMN HOT! Carol stuck her finger in and looked Hal square in the eye and called him a pussy. She took off her coat and sat down on the sofa across from Hal and beckoned Enid to sit with her. Enid did and both looked at the once robust 82 year old who was now frail and bent over.

Carol started, "You son of a bitch. You really expect us to believe that even though you are fine, you're NOT?"

Enid chimed in, "You have more energy at 82 than I have at 74 and I have a shitload of energy, but no, you're going to convince yourself that you're now an old man. BULLSHIT!"

Carol looked at Enid and said in a rather suggestive way, "I can only imagine how much energy you have."

Enid shrugged and smiled. Then she turned her attention back to Hal, "You gonna sell off everything in the basement and buy a cemetery plot? May as well. Hell, don't waste the money on a plot; you're going to need it for the home." Then she noticed that Carol was still just looking at HER. She ignored the gaze and added, "Hal, I refuse to date a man who is a doddering old fool. We had something interesting and fun; now we've slid into something...We've slid into a snow bank. I'm BORED, Hal, B-O-R-E-D!"

"Just how much energy do you have?" asked Carol of Enid.

Enid was trying to ignore the question. For a few seconds she just sat there looking at Hal. Then she turned to Carol and asked, "Just what are you doing? I thought you came here to check on your brother."

"I did. I had no idea you would be here."

Hal was paying close attention to this exchange and no, he hadn't missed what was going on even if he did seem to be in a fog.

"Well, I'm glad you came by. Your BROTHER needs you."

"I know. I also know what I need." Sneered Carol.

Enid got up and asked if anyone wanted tea and asked if Hal wanted his cooled off. He declined but said, "You two are so good to me. I want you to get along, really get along."

"Me too," added Carol and she took Enid's hand.

Enid, who would conquer any man who dared to challenge her, who had made love to more men and handled more penises than most urologists, was suddenly freezing up. She was uncomfortable with women. She had been involved in several orgies where women abounded, but she never touched one. ONCE, in passing she brushed her hand over a breast but it had been an accident and it haunted her. Now and then she'd have a flashback to it and shiver. She was well aware how silly she was about the issue, but none-the-less, it's how she was. Homophobic? No, she looked at it as Homo NO-bic. 

Enid went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. It took only about five minutes but she dragged it out for about ten. When she reentered the den, Carol was doing something that truly caught Enid off guard. Carol was rolling a joint. Enid had smoked some pot back in the day but very little and a long time ago. These days, a few shots of Jack Daniels were enough for her, though she preferred a glass or bottle of Zinfandel. Carol just smiled as she finished by moistening the ends to hold them together. 
"I'm not much of a pot head," Said Enid.

"Carol figured it might relax me," said Hal.

"No doubt," replied Enid. "How's your tea?"

"It's too damn cold," Hal snorted. Then he added, "Fire up that bone Carol, I'm a nervous wreck."

Enid sat back down next to Carol as she lit the joint and took herself a huge hit, sucking in the smoke deeply. As she did, she took it and handed it to Hal who did the same. At that moment, Carol let out the smoke slowly and said, "Oh that's good. I can't wait to get a prescription. Then again," she coughed and leaned back against the couch and continued, "that shit is probably very weak. This stuff is ni-i-i-i-ice."

Hal agreed and offered the joint to Enid. She refused but he offered again. Enid saw how quickly the two of them became so mellow that she gave in. In her mind she figured, "Well, I HAVE been under a lot of stress lately..."

Enid sucked deeply on the marijuana cigarette and held in the smoke. She sat there letting the drug slowly change her brain waves when Carol suddenly smacked her arm demanding the joint. Enid handed it over, coughed and let the smoke escaped her lungs.

Carol's next toke was even deeper than the first. The joint was getting short as she handed it back to Enid. Hal started to protest but Carol shot him a look that, if it had been a sword, would have cut his head off. Hal just sank back into his chair and Enid inhaled deeply. Enid than handed the joint to Hal who was extremely happy to get it.

This WAS good stuff. Enid was floating. Carol was plotting. Hal was on the verge of dozing. Carol seeing this scooped the joint from Hal's fingers. She inhaled a bit and handed it to Enid who also inhaled. There was very little left at this point. The roach was getting very small and Carol, hating to waste anything, put it out with her fingers and then ate it. Enid was horrified, but just started to giggle. "You ate a ROACH!" she laughed. "Ugh, a ROACH!" Then Enid burst into uncontrollable laughter. Hal fell asleep.

Carol stood up. She looked at Enid and said, "I want you. I want you right now. I ate a roach, but that's not the last thing I want to eat."

Enid was still giggling and suddenly craving potato chips. "You have the munchies?" She asked Carol.

"Well, I want to eat, but what I want to eat, I can't digest. I can suck on it, nibble it, bite it, lick it, but I can't swallow or digest it."

Enid, though as unfocused as a person can be, still managed to understand. Her mind worked a mile a minute...well she THOUGHT it was a mile a minute, but it was actually closer to a mile a week. Regardless, she thought this through..."Let's see, I'm suddenly horny. She wants to eat ME, but she's not saying I should eat HER. I get off, she gets off but I don't do anything lesbo. It's a win/win!"

Enid stood up and shed her pants and panties. She sat back down on the couch, took a sip of tea, spread her legs and said, "Carol, eat me."

Carol knelt down in front of Enid and leaned in. Enid's aroma was not as inviting as Carol had hoped. She stood and said, "Sweetie, wait here, just like that, I'll be back." In Enid's defense, it's not like she expected to be the recipient of oral sex when she left the house, but...

Enid barely noticed Carol left. When Carol came back with a moist face cloth, she began to rub Enid's mound. This was a bit of a thrill for Enid. The warm Turkish towel against her inner labia was SO relaxing and sensuous, Enid began to moan and slowly move her hips. Carol noticed and rubbed just a tad more vigorously, slipping her finger, clad in washcloth, into Enid's love channel. Enid just moaned a bit louder, her eyes closed and her head back against the couch. Carol was loving this, but it wasn't enough. She slid the cloth down over Enid's taint and into her butt, rubbing gently while spreading the cheeks. Enid just moaned all the more.

Carol moved forward and slipped her tongue into Enid while her finger continued to manipulate the cloth between her ass cheeks. Enid was lost in the moment.


Hal slowly started to awaken. He could barely see, but what he could see looked wonderful. He felt himself become erect as he watched his voluptuous sister eating out his incredible 'girlfriend'. Then he dozed back off, as hard as he was, he was still stoned and old. It wasn't a great combination for poor old Hal.

Carol licked and sucked Enid who was squirming more with each lap. Enid was lost in the moment. She was at the point where she didn't even know what was giving her such pleasure, she was just experiencing it. Carol stopped. She stood up and as quickly as she could, stripped, leaving the cloth embedded in Enid's ass cheeks. She stood totally nude and then went back to Enid before Enid even realized she had stopped. 

As Enid neared orgasm, Carol quickened her pace at rubbing and licking. Enid screamed as she came and squirted, just a bit, on to Carol's nose. Carol giggled and kissed Enid's inner thighs. Then she took the cloth and wiped her nose off with the part that hadn't actually entered Enid.

Carol then took Enid in her arms and began to kiss her. Enid, not truly being in control of who she was, what was happening and for that matter, ANYTHING, began to kiss Carol back. The kisses became very deep and passionate and Enid pulled Carol very close, almost in a bear hug. Enid at this point did not care who or what she was kissing, she was so worked up physically and emotionally, she had to keep this going. 

She then pushed Carol back and straddled her legs. Enid was aware of what she was doing to a big degree at this point and her inhibitions didn't stop her from knowingly making love to a woman. She kissed and licked Carol's ears and neck. Carol for her part, just enjoyed it. 

Enid held Carol's wrists as she kissed her neck and all over her face. Their pussies were inches away from each other as Enid sat on Carol's lap. She slid her hands down an cupped Carol's ample breasts and slid her pelvis back towards Carol's knees, leaning forward so as to have access to Carol's breasts which she hungrily lapped and sucked as if they were Corn Dogs at the county fair. Enid was engrossed in Carol's breasts! Carol was ecstatic. Carol especially got excited when Enid pulled her legs together, separated Carol's and fell between Carol's knees. 

Carol had hoped for some nookie, but things were going farther and better than she could have ever hoped for. Enid was lost in the moment and Carol was dancing in Nirvana!

Enid's fingers slipped into Carol's love hole and Enid's tongue slathered Carol with her saliva. She buried her face into Carol and sucked and nipped at Carol's womanhood without restraint. Carol began to shiver and shimmy and shake and groan loudly. She had fantasized about Enid but this reality was even better than her imagination had conceived. Enid was a dynamo!

Enid was beginning to realize exactly what she was doing. As the buzz slowly waned and it became clear that she was eating pussy, she suddenly had the revelation that she was actually enjoying this. That brief moment of realization, that pause was not lost on Carol who looked down bewildered. But when Enid resumed her mission, Carol's head went right back against the couch and her legs spread all the more. Carol, and Enid for that matter was never so grateful at how well she kept her bush trimmed. Carol couldn't bring herself to keep her pussy completely shaved but did keep herself very neat and it was paying off. Enid seemed to like what she found.

As Enid devoured the cat before her, Carol squirmed and began to yowl. She was experiencing one of the greatest orgasms she'd ever had. Carol had been with plenty of women, and loads of men and each brought something interesting and different to the table, but Enid was working her magic like no one else had before.

Carol also knew Enid had steered clear of women and believed this was a natural talent that few people possessed. Carol's pelvis bucked wildly as Enid, clutching Carol's buttocks kept her face firmly planted in Carol's labia and her tongue and lips on her clit. Carol screamed so loud, she woke Hal.

Hal looked over at the two women, smiled and fell back to sleep, slightly annoyed at the noise they were making.

Enid was indeed making noise as well. As she sucked and licked, she groaned and moaned and hummed onto the clitoris she was pleasuring. It was NOT lost on Carol.

Once Carol was done, she let out a sigh and went totally limp. 

Enid fell back onto the floor for about two minutes and then went up to cuddle with Carol. 

"I have never done that before," Enid breathed out. She didn't talk, she just sort of let her words exit with her breath

"I know. But I've been..." Carol was having trouble getting the words out. She managed to continue, "I've been with women and, shit, MEN who didn't get me off so well. You..." It was a struggle for poor Carol, "you are a natural. Why haven't you been with a woman before?"

Enid was in a cloud. She couldn't give a decent answer even if someone asked her name. She mumbled something and fell asleep.

Carol simply went with the majority and fell asleep as well.

At about eleven-thirty that night, everyone woke up. Carol was totally nude, Enid was bottomless and Hal was completely clothed and bewildered. 

"What happened?" Hal wanted to know as he gazed at Carol and Enid on the couch.

"Something wonderful," said Carol.

"Something that I never expected, but don't regret," declared Enid. "And damn it, I remember the whole thing!" Enid chuckled.

Hal began to realize just what he had missed. As he became aware and conscious, he looked at both women, still holding onto one and other and still barely dressed and said, "Could you maybe make sure I'm awake next time?"

Carol simply said, "No." and she laughed. Enid did the same and Hal just sat there. A nice visit, to say the least. Though Hal felt cheated.



Amorous Senior Pt. 03



Since Enid had experienced a woman, she felt it was behind her and as much fun as Carol had been, and MIGHT be again, Enid was done. Hal was having trouble lately getting an erection since his hospital visit, and Enid was just fed up. She didn't blame Hal, it wasn't really his fault, but that didn't help Enid.

She was still keeping her vow concerning the contest she had sponsored with that group of guys; giving the blowjobs and loving every minute of it. She was also getting an occasional visit from her neighbor Hank, though Hank did not want to admit it, especially to his wife. Enid was looking forward to her 75th birthday in a few weeks. She had inadvertently heard that an early surprise party was being planned and had mixed feelings. Though she certainly appreciated her friends and loved the fact that they thought enough of her to throw her a party, she didn't know if she wanted one. She was enthusiastic and tickled pink about turning ¾ of a century old, one terrific mile stone, but she thought maybe just a quiet dinner and a few drinks with her closest friends, Ruth, Eileen and Roberta, and maybe some guy to take care of her needs later on in the evening would be nice. Eh, she'd just go with the flow.

Enid walked to the grocery store. She was in pretty good shape so a 2 mile walk was a joy for her, especially on this lovely spring day. She took in the sunshine and the birds singing, the warm breeze and the smells of freshly cut grass, the trees and flowers that filled her suburban neighborhood. It was a glorious day and Enid was in a glorious mood. She didn't wear earbuds for two reasons, one, they were for the young, not her and two, she preferred to hear what was going on around her rather than miss a siren, warning of potential danger or the nicer things. She had gotten a laugh out of the kid on the skateboard who was zipping down the street one day wearing those damn fool things in his ears. He was so 'into' his music and his dancing on the board, he didn't notice the cop trying to direct him away from the construction site and the kid went straight past the cop, the traffic cones and the barriers and into the hole. He broke his arm and Enid, who was only a few feet away, burst out into such a fit of laughter that at one point the cop ran over to check on her, ignoring the ignorant little snot in the hole. Enid liked to hear what was going on around her. She never texted or spoke on her phone either. She'd seen the results of that all too often as well; people walking into poles, fountains, people, dog leashes, fences, etc. Enid just paid attention to her surroundings. When someone would say, "That's just so old fashioned and out of date," Enid would reply, "It's kept me alive for this long, let's see how long what you do keeps YOU alive!" She was her own best example of how to be safe. She also carried mace, just in case; that made her feel safe also. 

Enid strolled into Ferdinand's Market and grabbed a carriage. She stopped and bought some grapefruit juice, some cold cuts and a couple of frozen dinners. Coffee was next on her list as well as some filters for her coffee maker. When she got to produce, she was looking over the various vegetables and fruits. When she got to the cucumbers, she was trying to decide which one looked freshest when the young man beside her proved HE was the freshest. As Enid picked one up, the young man said, "Mine's bigger than that," as he held up a larger cucumber. Enid replied, "I beg your pardon?" 

The young man added, "Oh, my cucumber, it's bigger." 

Enid looked him square in the eye and said, "I've seen 'Animal House' more times than you've changed your underwear kid, but I appreciate the game. Did you want something or is this just some random act of crassness?" 

The young man was stunned and found the words to reply, not forthcoming. He put the cucumber down and sort of shuffled off looking dejected. Enid found it funny and pathetic at the same time. She did, however, pick up the cucumber he had chosen and bought it. It WAS bigger.

On her way home, dragging her little grocery cart behind, she happened upon the young man. He was probably about 21 or 22, probably home on Spring Break and bored. He wasn't a bad looking kid, kind of nerdy, but hey, Enid didn't really like to judge...as a rule. Sometimes she just couldn't help it, she was human after all. He was sitting on a bench by the main street just staring ahead. Enid walked up and sat down next to him. After a short silence, she nudged him and asked, "So, what was that all about?"

At first he didn't want to talk, hoping she'd just go away and end this humiliation that he felt he somewhat deserved. She nudged him again. "Talk to me kid. I'm not mad, just curious." Then she added holding out her hand, "My name is Enid, and you?"

The kid just sort of sighed and then taking her hand said, "I'm Clyde."

Enid pushed the issue, "So, tell me Clyde, you often hit on old ladies on grocery stores using lines from movies? You WERE hitting on me, right, not just screwing around?"

Clyde shrugged. Enid nudged him again even though she honestly believed that people who do a lot of nudging are pains in the ass. "Talk to me kid. What's going on?"

Clyde sighed again and said, "I don't know. I guess it seemed like fun. I really didn't think it through. I've always been told that older women are excellent lov..." he immediately looked up at Enid and apologetically blurted out, "Oh, not that you're OLD, I just..."

Enid cut him off, "Kid, I AM old and damn proud of it. For a woman of my age, I'm holding up pretty damn well and if you were going with this where it seems you were, I'm very flattered." She patted him on the shoulder and smiled. He seemed like a nice kid but Enid never trusted anyone right off the bat, too many crazies in the world. "So you were going to say older women make better, what?"

"Lovers. It's hard to explain my true mindset without sounding like a dick...oh, sorry, an idiot. I should watch my language, out of respect, of course." Clyde meekly added.

"Clyde my boy, I consider myself a lady (she thought, 'a dirty lady!') but I've been known to fucking swear from time to time. The consideration on your part is appreciated, however." They both laughed at that one. "So go ahead, you tell me what was going through your mind when you approached me, but could you do it while we walk to my place so I can put my, well my stuff that WAS frozen, away?" Clyde agreed and they began to walk.

"Well, to be honest, and please, if I start to sound like an idiot again, say so," he began with Enid just nodding. "I'm 20 years old and a virgin. I'm sick of being kidded about it. I've had no luck at all with the girls at school and I'm literally dying to get laid...sorry, be intimate with a woman. I've always heard that more mature women are often more receptive to guys and can teach them shi...STUFF. I saw you and kind of followed you around the store. I thought, 'she's pretty healthy looking and not too bad looking.' And I thought I might, just might have a shot if I was clever. Plus, I could see you weren't buying a whole lot of stuff so you probably lived alone, like, you know, no husband. That also led me to believe you probably hadn't had sex in a while and maybe could use a young guy to rejuvenate your sex life. Pretty stupid, huh?"

Enid took all this in. "So, he doesn't think I'm TOO bad looking, eh? He stalked me. He seems to have a good mind in figuring out I'm alone. Is that a sign he's a lunatic?" All this was going through her mind and she finally spoke, "Clyde, you seem to have given a lot of thought to all this and stupid is not how I would classify it." She stopped walking for a moment and turned to look at him. "You don't want an old lady, do you? You want someone your own age, not some prune, right?"

"I would NEVER call you a prune and I don't even know you," came his immediate response. "I have to say, I'm not really sure what I want. The girls at school...there are lots of hotties but even the ones I'm interested in seem to have no interest in me and frankly, I'm not sure what I'd be doing if I did get with one of them. I'm almost as afraid of failing as anything else, you know, in bed. I've seen plenty of porn movies...oh, sorry, you probably think I'm sick for that."

"I wouldn't say that," countered Enid. She added, "Pornography has its place and can be instructional. I'll give you that. Oh, and yes, I've seen a fair share of it, some good, some great, some pretty scary, so don't worry about that. Be open and stop apologizing for anything you say, unless of course you insult me outright. Then you'll be apologizing on your ass from the sidewalk."

Clyde understood and began to realize this woman was pretty amazing. His grandmother was amazing as well, but if a whole different genre. He continued, "Don't get me wrong, I have dated, a girl in high school and one in college, but it never went anywhere. I was afraid I'd do it wrong and she didn't seem to really care that I didn't try anything, neither of them. Two dates in high school, four in college. A make out session was it. I see older people on TV and in real life and see how well adjusted so many of you are and how comfortable you are in your own skin. You've been there, done that and it's like so little fazes you. I don't think I could ever have a romantic relationship in the traditional sense, we'd have nothing in common, but oh, just to know how to make love and to learn from someone with so much experience, well assuming you've had any. Do you have kids?"

Enid almost burst out laughing at that statement. Experience? Enid could show Ron Jeremy a few things! She said, "Yeah, I've got three kids, of course they're grown now. So, yeah, I've gotten laid, as you put it. But I'm curious, why a 74 year old instead of say, a woman in her 30s? You're a kid, anyone over 25 is an older woman for you."

Clyde looked shocked for a moment, then he stammered out, "YOU'RE 74?!?! I thought you were like a hundred!"

Enid dope slapped him. "I said I'd put you on your ass. That was just a physical warning. Next time you'll need an ambulance."

She wasn't all that angry, she remembered when she was 20 and everyone over 30 looked and seemed 70, but she wasn't about to just take that unintentional shot. "Continue and distract my feeble old mind before I crack you again."

Clyde wasn't really sure what to do or say at this point, that smack to the back of his head really did hurt, but he continued as she commanded, he didn't dare not. "So, what I was saying was, I figured a woman in her...older, would have gone longer without and actually, as nervous as I was approaching you, I hoped if I screwed up, you would never remember my face anyway." He stopped, scrunched up his face half expecting to get smacked again and added, "The more I say, the worse it sounds. I really should stop."

Enid somewhat agreed. They got to her house and she said, "Kiddo, I've enjoyed the talk. Give me your phone number. I'll think about your situation and get back to you."

"Seriously?" was all Clyde could say.

"Yup. Just tell me the number, I'll remember, trust me." He did and she did.

Enid went inside and put her groceries away then sat down to watch some TV. Nothing really interesting was on during the day so she decided just to drop by the Senior Center and visit some of her chums. When she arrived she was greeted by Roberta and Ruth. Carlotta quickly left and went to join some of the others who judged Enid harshly but Roberta and Ruth pulled her over to where they would be playing bridge with Lucy. The three immediately asked what latest adventure Enid had taken. Enid simply said, "Nothing really. I'm kind of dwelling on this kid I met today. He wants his first experience to be with an older woman. I'm trying to figure out if he's legitimate or just yanking my crank."

Roberta piped up first, "Is he cute? I could substitute for you if you're reluctant. I haven't been screwed in three years."

They all got a kick out of that but Roberta added, "OK wise guys, when was the last time YOU got any action?"

Ruth cleared her throat and bid first. Roberta insisted she answer and Enid just looked on over her glasses. Ruth finally divulged that it had been almost ten for her. Lucy on the other hand was seeing another regular of the Senior Center, Clark. Clark was a handsome man of 77 who was also a heck of a dancer. He had taught ballroom dancing at Arthur Murray in years past, in fact he had only quit three years ago due to a dispute with the new manager who wanted a 'more youthful' set of instructors. Clark had been asked to give up some hours. He said he'd give up ALL his hours and walked out. Within six months the place had closed. The 'kids' didn't know how to dance with any finesse and Clark refused to ever set foot in the door again. Business had dried up and the new manager was forced to eat crow. It didn't matter; Clark told him to pound sand and simply enjoyed his retirement, and Lucy, apparently. Lucy was doing the same with Clark. 

These were the wild gals of the Senior Center, Enid being the wildest and second in command. Eileen was actually 'in-charge' but she was busy baby-sitting her grand kids on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Maybe Ruth and Roberta were on a very long dry spell, but they still loved a good story and could tell some great ones from back in their hey-day. 

But, getting back to the kid, Enid said, "He seems sincere. He IS pretty cute but he's a baby. He's only 20. Would you believe he tried to pick me up doing the scene from 'Animal House' with Mrs. Wormer and the cucumbers?"

They got a kick out of that, Ruth almost dropping her teeth she was laughing so hard. "Was his BIGGER?" she asked.

They all liked that one, too. Enid got semi-serious at that point and said, "You know, I just might call him when I get home. What the hell. Hal has been pooping out on me lately..."

"Adult diapers, they work for me," Roberta chimed in. This got another round of laughter from the girls. The grumps on the other side of the room simply scowled at the hussies' laughter. Laugher from that crowd could only mean something obscene. 

The girls played their game and when it was almost over, Clark came over and whispered something in Lucy's ear. Lucy smirked and shooed him away, saying to the girls when he had left, "Guess who's getting lucky tonight?"

The game ended not long after and Lucy practically ran towards the front door and to Clark's waiting Oldsmobile. They left the parking lot so quickly, poor old Abbie Abercrombie had to almost dive out of the way. Abbie being 94 barely got around as it was, sudden movement like that could have been fatal.

Enid said her good-byes and left for home, dropping Ruth off on the way. She was mentally sharp as a tack and her reflexes were nearly perfect so no one ever even considered suggesting she turn in her driver's license. The drive home was a bit tricky due to construction, but Enid just sang along to the local rock station. She actually liked a lot of the current music but classical was still her absolute favorite. She could identify any piece by any composer without batting an eye. When she did get home, she made herself a little dinner and decided right there and then to call Clyde. "Clyde, who the hell names their kid CLYDE in this day and age?" she wondered aloud. Then, she called him.

Clyde answered on the second ring. Not recognizing the number on his cell phone, he simply said, "Yes, hello? Who is this?"

"The tooth fairy, but I LEAVE teeth and take money," kidded Enid. Clyde recognized the voice right away and she could hear some excitement in his voice. "I've been thinking about our talk. I have one serious condition."

"I'll bite, what is it?" Asked Clyde, going with the tooth fairy theme.

"This weekend, I want you to take me on a date. Dinner and maybe a movie or, we'll play it by ear, but I want a date." 

"That's all? I'd love to," was Clyde's reply. "What time. Do you want to pick a restaurant or do you want me to?"

"Again, it's a DATE, not you taking out your grandmother. We have to hold hands and even kiss at some point. Still sound like a plan?" Said Enid adding the one catch. 

"Sure, it would be an honor."

Clyde passed the test. He was more than willing to be seen out with an old lady, DATING an old lady. The other catch that Enid didn't let on to was that they were not going to make it to dinner. She was going to take him as her date to her 'surprise' birthday party. Of course, she didn't know about it, or that was what everyone believed. Ruth had let it slip accidentally a week earlier. Ruth felt terrible about the slip, but since her memory was going, she actually forgot by the next day, thus ending her guilt trip. 

Clyde and Enid set the time as 6 p.m. on Saturday evening stating she would pick him up at his dorm and ended their phone call. For his part, Clyde was even more excited about this than Enid imagined. Clyde had, as he admitted, lousy luck with girls. He wasn't a bad looking kid at all 6' tall, athletically built, good hair, but he was a bit shy and felt no confidence. He had even been somewhat pursued by a girl at school but he hadn't caught on to it and she eventually threw in the towel and ended up dating his roommate.

Clyde figured he just might gain some confidence with the help of this old lady. Then he caught himself. He mulled over his classification of her as 'old lady'. She was 74 and she said she was proud of being old, but was she really? Chronologically, yeah, she was old, but Clyde saw that she was far from 'old' in any other sense. Enid had such a youthful way about her regardless of the outward appearance and in all sincerity; she didn't even look that old to him. Clyde was truly beginning to appreciate mature women, at least this one. On a whim, he went over to the college library and looked up a movie he had once heard about called "Harold and Maude". He brought it back to his dorm room and watched what some considered a classic film about a younger man falling for a much older woman.

He watched the entire movie and was disappointed that Ruth Gordon didn't have sex with Bud Cort. He did find it somewhat entertaining though and was glad he had watched it. "I wonder if Enid's ever seen this?" he thought to himself. Then, he went to bed. Classes tomorrow would take up a good portion of his day and he wanted to be alert.

Enid spent all of Friday planning what she'd wear on her date. Again, knowing she was going to a surprise party, she didn't want to overdo it, and yet didn't want to UNDER do it either. She picked out a nice pants suit, dark blue pants, a lighter blue jacket with a yellow turtleneck underneath. "I'll stand out," she thought. She'd go with her navy blue flats. Her days of heels were well in her past and would often say, "What is the point of risking your life on those damn things anyway?" 

Otherwise, she just relaxed all day, waiting for the call to set up the excuse for going to the party. She wondered who would call and how it would work. Then, her phone rang and it was Roberta. "Hi there, what's up?" asked Enid.

"Say, are you busy tomorrow night?" began Robeta.

"Just so happens, I have a date, why what's going on? Whatever it is, I could always bring him along."

Roberta hesitated but then, after sighing and clearing her throat said, "You know what, why not. I was thinking of us girls getting together at that new Italian restaurant, La Prima Napolitana. Interested? I've been dying to try it. Say around seven-ish? And sure, bring what's-his-name."

"Clyde," responded Enid.

"Who's Clyde?" asked Roberta.

"What's-his-name, his name is Clyde. Holy Shit Roberta, you're getting as bad as Ruth."

"Who's Ruth?" Roberta was kidding, this time, or so Enid HOPED.




Amorous Senior Pt. 03



They agreed to the time and Enid was now able to relax. Her date with Clyde was all set up, her lure to the party was finalized and her outfit was all picked out. Enid decided to take a nap right after lunch and maybe a few pages of her book. She loved mysteries especially if they involved a little sex here and there. Life was good.

Saturday came and Enid was beginning to get excited. Clyde was, too. He picked out what he was going to wear. Since they had never discussed where they were going, he wasn't sure how to dress so he decided that jeans might be under dressing and a suit was over dressing. He played it safe and went with a nice light blue shirt with a button down collar, a dressy pair of gray slacks and his favorite navy blue sport coat, no tie. His black loafers would finish off the ensemble. Business casual, all the way, no way he could miss. 

At six on the nose he pulled up in front of Enid's house and went to beep the horn. He suddenly realized that he was picking up a lady, not some high school girl, he should do it the right way and go to her door to get her, which he did. With him he brought the flowers he had picked up on the way. Nothing fancy, but he wanted to make a decent impression. 

Enid greeted him at the door and was tickled pink at the flowers. She invited him in while she put them in some water then got her shoes on. Clyde moved in for a kiss but Enid cut him off. "Hold it there buster, I'm not that easy."

Clyde immediately went into an apology but Enid cut him off saying, "Oh hell, one kiss. NO TONGES!" He gave her a peck on the cheek but Enid felt that was holding back too much. She grabbed his lapels and gave him a good one right on the lips, saying after, "I don't want to rush, but I don't want to take forever either. A nice pace for the evening, sound good?"

Clyde said it did and they headed for the car. When they got in, Clyde asked where they were headed. Enid said, "Well, later tonight you get to meet the gang, but that's not until 7 so how about we head from Albert's Lounge over on Spring Street for a cocktail. Oh, damn, you're only 20. Wait, you can order a coke. I get to drink. I'm 3 times 21 plus 10. Drive my dear, drive."

"Wait, meet who? Who am I meeting? I thought it was going to be just us?" Clyde was a bit nervous and began to fidget in his seat as he drove which started to make Enid a bit nervous.

"You're not afraid to be seen with an old lady are you? Are you chickening out on me and please, for God's sake, and ours, relax before you get us killed."

"Oh, no, no not at all, I...I just...I'm nervous about meeting your friends. They might think I'm some kind of jerk or that I'm some cute kid and treat me like one. I'm just," he was swerving a bit as he talked, the nerves were really kicking in. He continued, "what do I do when I meet them? How should I address them? Am I dressed OK?"

Enid told him to pull over. When he did she took his hand and said, "First off, if you get us killed my night will be ruined. Yours won't be so hot either. Calm the fuck down." She continued, "You're dressed just fine. You look very handsome. I like how we're both in blue. Address them by their names when I introduce you, they're nice people. I told the girls about you and they're happy you're coming along."

"You TOLD them about me? What did you say?" Clyde was beginning to get on Enid's nerves with all this worrying. 

"I told them how we met and that you were a nice person and cute. Not a lot."

"Oh great, I bet they think I'm a real simpleton or a pervert or..."

"Clyde, if you don't calm down, I'm getting out of the car and you're on your own. They don't think anything bad of you but frankly, I'm starting to. Are you going to have a nice night with me, or are you going to be dumped before we even start our date?" 

Enid was laying down the law and Clyde knew she was very serious. He took a few very deep breaths and said, "I'm ok. Yeah, I'm sorry. I can handle this, but can you see why I'm rather unlucky with girls? I tend to over think things."

Enid just patted his hand and said, "Drive."

They got to Alberto's where Enid got a glass of merlot and Clyde got a ginger ale. They talked for a bit about Clyde's classes and how much he liked college. Enid told him about her college days at Yale and how she was the first in her family to attend such and prestigious school. She told him about her late husband and how, even though he had been a jerk at times, he was still the love of her life. 

"Foster had his issues and I guess I can't condemn him, I mean, I'm the one who played around. He was as loyal as an old hound dog," she said to Clyde, adding, "I never really explored my wants and desires until he was gone. We had a mediocre sex life, well, at first it was pretty good, but as time wore on, it got dull."

"You cheated on him? A lot?" Clyde's interest was obvious. He had never expected such stories from a woman as old as his grandmother...OLDER in fact. "Did he know?"

"Well, I had a couple of encounters with guys, but that was it. I always felt bad afterwards, but DURING, that was a different story. I felt very frustrated. I felt that I needed more, wanted more. I wanted to try new things and new men, but Foster was old fashioned. No, he was..." She hesitated then added, "he was traditional. I could never fault anyone for that, especially someone so devoted to me."

"Did he know about your encounters?"

Enid stared off somewhat past or maybe through Clyde and after taking a deep breath said, "I think he did, but he never got angry, never felt the need to get even or to rage against me or leave me. You know something, he seemed to be hurting, but I couldn't help myself. I really loved the playing around, still do. I just wish I had given a little more thought to Foster's feelings."

Clyde wanted to console her. He took her hand in his and looked right into her eyes. Then he said, "Enid, you did it twice you said? I think, though yeah, still wrong, you controlled yourself. You weren't out having fun with every Tom and Harry's dick." He gave her a little wry smile. It gave her a chuckle.

"Water under the bridge, Clyde. It just doesn't matter anymore. We should head for dinner."

They got up and Enid went to pay the check but Clyde insisted. When she tried to point out that college students should hold onto their money for college stuff, Clyde said, "I'm being a gentleman. Besides, it was only one glass of wine and one ginger ale. I think I can handle this."

They drove to La Prima Napolitana and parked not far from the door. They felt lucky to get such a great spot. When they entered, Ruth was waiting near the door. She jumped up and gave Enid a hug and then looked at Clyde, impressed.

"So, this must be your grandson. Earl is it? You're such a handsome young man. You're in school, right?" prattled on Ruth before Enid could even take a breath. Clyde was trying to respond but Ruth kept going. "So, what's your major? You are so sweet to go out with your grandmother like this. Enid, he's handsome. Which son does he belong to?"

Enid looked over at Clyde and said, "I'm not sure. Clyde, what's your father's name?"

"Angus," replied Clyde.

"I didn't know you had a son named Angus! And you don't even know who's son this is? What's gotten into you?" demanded Ruth.

"He's not my grandson you silly old fool," Enid interjected, finally straightening Ruth out. "He's my date. This is Clyde and yes, he IS handsome. Clyde, this lunatic is Ruth."

"Very pleased to meet you," said Clyde as he stuck out his hand. 

As Ruth took his hand, Enid could clearly see light dawn on Marblehead as Ruth said, "OH YEAH! Roberta mentioned you were brining a date. What's your name again, son?"

"Clyde. My name is Clyde."

"Who the hell names a kid Clyde these days?" asked the ever diplomatic Ruth. Enid felt a small wave of relief since she had been dying to ask that same question, but felt it a bit rude. Good ol' Ruth!

"My family is Scottish, VERY Scottish. I even speak some Gaelic."

Ruth continued, "I didn't know Scotch people spoke Gaelic. I thought it was us normal folks, you know, Irish."

"Not to be rude, but 'SCOTCH' is a drink, Scott-ISH is the people and Gaelic has a few variations," answered Clyde holding back a desire to launch into a lesson on Scotland to make this friend of Enid better informed. He was just a tad angry, but in full control.

Ruth was ready to go on and on about this, but Enid felt enough time had been spent on the matter and knew Ruth would forget within an hour anyway so she said, "Ok, regardless of who speaks it, this is an ITALIAN restaurant and the Italians do NOT speak Gaelic. Do you have a table Ruth?"

"Oh, even better, we decided to be more private and got their function room. It's just the right size. I think it's this way." And Ruth led Enid and Clyde right to the main dining room, then to the restrooms and on her third attempt; she made it to the function room. 

When they entered, a group of about 20 people all called out, "SURPRISE!" and Enid saw the banner which read, "HAPPY 75th ENID! ¾ of the way to 100!"

Enid was not really surprised, but she WAS very touched and started to tear up a bit. Even Hal was there, in the corner with his oxygen tank, accompanied by his sister Carol. 

Enid made the rounds hugging everyone and thanking them for being there and telling everyone how surprised she was. Enid was a pretty good actress, but she truly was touched. She dragged Clyde along introducing him as her new boy toy. Clyde was beet red, but was getting a kick out of the whole thing, well, until they got the Hal.

"You looking to take my place, kid?" asked Hal in a rather menacing voice. "She's mine, bottom line. Well, as soon as I'm able to fulfill my duties. Don't get too comfortable ya punk."

Clyde smiled meekly and glanced at Enid who just grinned. When she gave Carol a hug and kissed her cheek, Carol whispered, "I've got something he doesn't have. Whenever you want to use it again, let me know."

Enid gave Carol a little squeeze of the butt and winked as she continued though the crowd, Clyde dutifully right behind her.

"Did she grab your ass?" whispered the rather turned on Clyde into Enid's ear.

"Long story; maybe another time," she whispered back over her shoulder.

The party went very well and everyone had a terrific time. A few of the girls slipped Clyde a glass of wine here and there when Enid wasn't looking. In a way, some of them were a bit jealous of Enid, not all, but some. Clyde was not only a good looking kid, but he was very polite and had a wonderful sense of humor. Enid could clearly see he was more comfortable with people than he let on. Enid was growing quite fond of Clyde. 

There was dancing and some sing-alongs to some old favorites. A few of the guests began to get a little tipsy, but thankfully they all had someone to drive them home. Clyde was getting a kick out the group and in spite of getting an occasional evil eye from Hal, everyone seemed to genuinely like him also. He also made a point of dancing with Enid and holding her hand now and then. It wasn't an act, he was truly loving everything about this party, especially Enid.

The group partied hearty until the manager of the establishment came in and got hold of Roberta, the chief organizer. He made it clear that closing time for the restaurant was 11:30 and it was already 11 O'clock. He wanted to know if the group would be finishing up soon. Roberta said they would and almost shoved him out of the room. As he walked away he grumbled to himself, "Old people, huh, I honestly figured they would be out the door by nine...should be in damn bed back at the home."

He was lucky Roberta hadn't heard that. She'd been known to knock a few guys in their rumps in the past when they got out of line. It went back to her field hockey days at Smith College. She was 72 but as tough as ever. Ruth was another story, as tough as whipped cream on a warm day.

Once the party was over and all the guests had said their good-byes, Enid thanked everyone and she and Clyde made their way to his car. Enid stopped him and looked him square in the eye and said, "I saw you sipping wine. I could get in some trouble if we get pulled over. Are you OK to drive or should I?"

Clyde was just a bit embarrassed but assured her he had drunk very little. He stressed, VERY little. Enid smiled and said, "Yeah, you seem fine." 

They got in Clyde's car and he asked, "So, where to now?"

"Home, Clyde," she replied and off they went. The drive was filled with laughter as Enid recalled the evening's events. She was especially amused by Hal's hostility towards Clyde but Clyde was actually a bit nervous about it. Enid assured him, there was nothing to worry about; Hal was more bark than bight, especially since he had very few of his original teeth.

When they pulled up to Enid's house, Clyde appeared restless. In his mind, he was screaming how much he wanted to go in and finish what he had started out to do, but outwardly, he was trying to be blasé and give Enid the impression he wasn't expecting anything; to be to forward might seem rude at least. 

Enid sensed his anxiety and she took his hand. "Clyde my boy, do you want to come in for a bit? I could maybe make you breakfast later."

Clyde got a puzzled look on his face. "Breakfast? We just had..." he stopped and slowly began to realize where she was going with that statement. His head snapped towards her and he fixed his eyes on her. His restlessness was turning into a complete meltdown but again, he tried to give the appearance of total calm. He was failing miserably. 

"Come inside," Enid said soothingly, and she kissed his hand. "You were a perfect gentleman tonight and proved yourself quite mature. You also proved to me that you were not simply out to bang an old lady. I admire that and I truly want to consummate our arrangement."

Clyde leaned forward and kissed her. A mere peck, but true feelings were behind it and he took his hand back, exited and walked around the car in order to open the door for Enid, a true gentleman. Enid was flattered.

They entered the house and Enid took his hand again, leading him upstairs. Clyde was silent. So much he wanted to say just would not come out. He followed her meekly up to her bedroom where she pulled the shades. No show for the neighbors tonight. They kicked off their shoes and kissed.

Enid stood before Clyde and began to unbutton his shirt. As she did, she kissed his chest and ran her hands around to his back, pulling him forward and kissing him deeply. His skin was warm and soft. He had a bit more chest hair than she expected and she brought her hands back around and ran them through it, leaning in and kissing his neck. Clyde just stood there. He was fixated on watching her every move. Her hands were cool on his body. Her touch was gentle and she tickled him just a bit

Once his shirt was off, she leaned back just a bit so as to truly survey his upper body. Enid smiled and Clyde smiled right back. Then she undid his belt and pants, sliding them down below his knees and lowering herself to hers. She glanced up and said, "Boxers? I thought you were a tighty-whitey kind of guy.

Clyde grinned and replied, "I like to keep all my options open."

Enid slid the boxers down to reveal Clyde's manhood, hanging there. It was a bit bigger than she had imagined and she was looking forward to seeing just how big it would get. She saw that he had shaved his pubes and did a pretty nice job of it. Enid nuzzled his genitals feeling them against her cheek. She kissed his thigh, then turning her head just a bit and giving his sack a kiss. Clyde began to grow. Enid helped him step out of his pants then wrapped her fingers around his cock giving it just a little stroke as she kissed the head lightly. Clyde sighed. Enid cupped his testis and gave them a little massage as she engulfed his now rock hard 7 inch member. She took almost all of it into her mouth which impressed Clyde very much. He could feel her tongue massaging the shaft and said a little prayer that he would last for a while before climaxing.

Enid knew what she was doing and wasn't about to let Clyde get off so quickly. After mouthing his organ for a few minutes, she stood and instructed him to disrobe her. He unzipped her dress. The zipper went all the way down to her rear end and Clyde couldn't help but ask, "How did you get this zipped? What kind of reach to you have?"

"A good enough reach, but it's getting a bit harder and I may end up giving up zippers." She then added in playfully commanding way, "Enough talk, undress me." 

He was still standing behind her when he let the dress fall to the floor. Enid stepped out of it. Clyde then undid her bra and slid it off, letting his fingertips brush her breasts. Enid shivered just a bit at his touch. Clyde slid he fingers up and down her arms as he pulled her towards him and he kissed her neck and shoulders. He had somewhat expected a landscape of wrinkles and furrows, but her skin was still fairly taught and the age spots were not nearly as numerous as he pictured. He was very pleasantly surprised by just how nice her body was. He cupped her breasts as his lips continued their journey around her upper torso and he would give little licks now and then to her neck, sucking occasionally as well. He could feel her hardening nipples between his fingers and he squeezed her breasts gently.

Enid was surprised at how adept Clyde was. She had entered into this deal believing she'd be teaching him how to make love to a woman, but he obviously knew what he was doing and it was feeling so wonderful. Enid was a bit moist and becoming just a little dizzy. Clyde's hands felt so good on her breasts, her arms, everywhere he put them.

After several minutes of this tender foreplay, Clyde lowered himself to his knees and pulled down her panties. He kissed her cheeks and held her hips as he ran the tip of his tongue between, from the top of the separation, and down below each cheek. He then kissed his way up each side and to the small of her back. That's when he turned her around to face him and he kissed her hips all around the small plot of hair. He was surprised that a woman of 75 would have a little heart shaped patch of gray pubic hair just about her lips. He smiled at this.

"You like that?" Asked Enid when she saw the amused expression on his face. Clyde just nodded and continued his kissing of her body. Then he stood and moved her to the bed where he laid her with her feet still on the floor. He slowly spread her legs and kissed his way up to her mound which was glistening with her nectar. Enid was always ready for sex, but often would need lubricant; Clyde was finding that even a woman of 75 could get wet. 

He dove in and worked magic on her, kissing all around before touching upon her clitoris. Enid was beginning to groan as he sucked the little button into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over across the tender flesh. He felt her body tense up and her groaning became far more intense and guttural. As best she could, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed him in so close he was almost head first between her vaginal lips. She rocked her hips up and down as Clyde continued his task until Enid could hold nothing back and nearly screamed with delight as she came, not once but three times in very close succession. She then released her grip on Clyde.

Clyde was NOT done however and kissed his way up Enid's somewhat exhausted body until he reached her breasts. They were falling to each side of her body and yet, though not firm, still looked pretty damn good. Clyde began to pay a lot of attention to them, tracing the areolas with his tongue and fondling them with his hands. He began to kiss Enid's neck again as he listened to her breathing, her breaths were deep and slow as she recovered from the orgasms he had given her. 




Amorous Senior Pt. 03



Enid reached down and took his hardness by the hand and guided him into her. As he slid deeply inside, he could feel himself beginning to breathe more rapidly and with each stroke, in then out, he could feel every inch of his body grow goose bumps. He was sweating a bit and his pulse was becoming more rapid. She was so warm and soft inside and regardless of her age, had some firmness. His slow pace began to quicken and after only a few minutes, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Enid seemed to read Clyde's mind when she alleviated his concerns by saying, "Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

Clyde did and he filled her. His thrusting continued for several minutes after his climax. Though he was slowly going flaccid in his post orgasmic stage, he didn't want it to stop. Enid felt so wonderful to him and he wanted so very much to please her as best he could. Again she seemed to read his mind when she said, "You can stop now if you're getting tired." He was and he did. 

After, Clyde got a damp towel and cleaned himself up a little then he returned to the bed where Enid was laying, smiling in the famous afterglow of sex. He got under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple.

"Thank you," he said as he held her tightly. "This was...damn, I can't describe this but I'm also very sorry."

"Sorry for what?" asked Enid, a bit surprised by his comment.

"I didn't last longer. I figured I could go for an hour or so and really get you off. I honestly feel I kind of let you down."

"Don't be so silly, mister," she scolded, "you did just fine, fantastically to be truthful. I wish I could have done more for YOU."

Clyde assured her that everything was right with the world. 

Then Enid looked at her young lover and told her story again to him. She wanted him to know just who she was. He had shared his first real sexual encounter with her. Their intimacy was something that was tender and genuine and not one of her usual bangs. She wanted him to really know her.

Enid began, "Clyde, when I was your age, I was in the sexual breakdown lane. I didn't even really masturbate. I'd lean on things from time to time to give myself some fun, but overall, I had no idea what sex was or how to enjoy it. Then I met Foster. I was 24 and he was 26. We had a nice love life and I moved from the breakdown lane to the right lane. But nice was essentially all it was. When I met Hal ten years later, it was at a party that turned into a swinger's party. Do you know what those are?"

Clyde nodded. "Yeah, I've heard about that stuff. Well, I've read about them."

"Well," she continued, "I let Foster go home that night without me. I had some crazy sex with Hal while his wife had sex with another guy and two guys and another woman had, well, I think you see where I'm going here. Anyway, I felt like I had moved over to the middle lane of sex. Foster didn't know it, but Hal and I got together a few times after that. Overall, I stayed true to Foster until he died 27 years later. Or, well, he thought I was true to him. I never felt the need to discuss the matter with him. Sex with us had slowed a bit after that party, but we still were intimate."

Clyde was drowsy, it was late, but he was still very much interested in Enid's story. "So it was more than just twice."

"Actually, yeah, I know exactly how many times. Well, A few times with Hal, four to be exact, once with a neighbor of ours and once with a guy who put up a shed for us in the back yard. I'm sure Foster had an idea, if he really knew, I never found out but I always had that feeling." 

"After Foster died, I swore off having sex. I felt I had wronged him and should never have sex again. I thought, 'I'm sixty-one, there's no need for me to have any more sex,' and I believed it for about six months. I was ONLY sixty-one, I was still in my prime and I was getting very horny. I realized that instead of restricting myself, I could now fully explore my potential. I didn't have any guilt on my shoulders anymore and I found myself wanting to make up for so much lost time. I had just buried my husband, how long before someone was burying me?"

"I think you have quite a few years ahead of you, Enid," said Clyde fondling her cheek. 

"I hope so." She went on, "I moved directly into the fast lane. I started to make moves on any guy who seemed interested, well, ok, within reason. I DO have standards, though some might say they're a bit low sometimes...NOT YOU! You're a cutie, but there have been SOME that, well..."

Clyde found that a bit amusing. "Go on, I'm listening. HURT, but attentive." He gave her a sly smile when he said that.

"Clyde, I have been having a ball, I have to admit it. Some of the ladies and some of the men at the Senior Center look down on me. I guess in some way or other they might be right, I shouldn't be such a randy broad, but it's who I am and I'm happy. Am I taking risks, sure, but I've lived a wonderful life overall, even with Foster, things were good," then in a whisper she added, "not GREAT, but good." She continued, "I got great kids out of the deal and he was a good man. But do I regret my current lifestyle? No, most emphatically, NO. I'm having fun, like I said, and if I catch some horrid disease, well, how much time do I have left anyway?"

"If you have less than 25 more years, I'd be shocked. I look forward to your 100th and I don't want to be disappointed," said Clyde, showing very real emotion as he said it.

Enid leaned in and kissed him very deeply. To many of her conquests, she was a plaything, to this kid, who by all rights would normally be repulsed at having sex with a septuagenarian, she was a very special woman and he was connecting with her. She added, "Did you like my highway analogy?"

Clyde said he did and then, through the slits between his eyelids murmured, "I would like to sleep now. Is that OK with you?" When Enid said it was fine, he added, "I love you." Then he drifted off into a sound sleep.

Enid just lay there staring at the ceiling. She was wondering if he meant what he just said. Did he even realize what he just said? Enid was not sure how to deal with that, if she even wanted to deal with it. Clyde was a great kid, but he was a kid. Enid was definitely attracted to him, not just physically, but as a whole person.

When the sun came up, Clyde was the first to rise. It was only five o'clock and a Sunday morning, he should still be dead asleep, but once he woke up and began to review the night before, getting back to sleep was out of the question. He got out of bed quietly so as to not wake Enid who was snoring surprising loudly. He walked over to get his clothes but stopped and stared at himself in the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. He just stared at himself, naked with Enid in bed behind him, comprehending what had happened. "That," he thought as he gazed at the limp member hanging off of him, "was in...IN...HER!" He smiled and looked back over his shoulder. She had been amazing and was so beautiful that he just could not believe he had been so lucky. He dressed and went down to the kitchen and made some coffee.

As he sat sipping his coffee, he put the TV on. He heard her moving around upstairs so he poured her a cup of coffee and brought it upstairs along with some milk and sugar. He startled her as she came out of the bathroom and when she jumped, HE jumped as well, spilling the coffee and the milk.

"Oh my, oh shit. I'm sorry. I made a mess. I'll clean it right up. I just wanted to surprise you with some coffee," Clyde said as he grabbed for a towel out of the bathroom.

"Well, mission accomplished." Enid was chuckling when she added, "There's been plenty spilled on the rugs of this house over the years. Coffee and milk are nothing to worry about."

They went downstairs where Clyde insisted on making breakfast for her. The eggs, Enid stated very sincerely, were quite tasty. The toast on the other hand, needed a bit more toasting.

They sat talking about the night, about the future and about who they were. Enid felt a bond as did Clyde, but Enid, in the back of her mind, didn't want Clyde. She wanted him, but she did not want him tied down to her, a 75 year old woman. Clyde was young, he needed to be with a woman his own age. Enid was at once both deeply in love and deeply saddened. She HAD to cut him loose for his sake. She hoped deep down Clyde would understand this. She began to explain it to him.

After she made her case, she said, watching Clyde's eyes well up a bit, "Clyde, you DO see where I'm coming from, right? You're young, you need to find a woman your age so you can love her and please her for many years to come." Clyde just stood with a blank expression on his face and his eyes all red.

"Clyde, you're so amazing in so many ways, but I'm the last one you should even consider having a long term relationship with. There's no guarantee that I'M long term." She pointed out, rather chillingly.

"There's no guarantee I'll even make it back to my dorm." Sighed Clyde, adding, "Why can't we just wait and see what fate has for us?"

"Because fate never works in our favor. You could have one hell of a relationship if you only have the confidence with another woman that you've had with me. Clyde, I have fallen in love with you, but it's a love that can be put on a back burner and cherished for the rest of my life. You may feel the same, but you're at the brink of a long life that should be shared with someone special for a good long time. I cannot give you that and frankly, don't want to. I've come to enjoy my freedom, my wanton sexual abandon. I cannot see myself being tied down to anyone. No matter how we feel about each other, YOU have to move on and find Ms. Right." Enid was feeling a bit of anger that she had to take this strong stand, a bit of remorse at potentially casting aside the love of her life, and a bit of sadness that she HAD to be tough with Clyde to get him to see reality. 

Clyde was slowly waking up to the reality Enid was trying to show him. He was depressed, hurt, slightly angry and in a very small way, he was feeling relief. Deep inside of him, he knew he needed someone his own age for the long haul, but all the feelings on the surface were, at this moment, in control. 

They finished their breakfast and Enid cleared the dirty dishes while Clyde sat watching her. They veered the conversation away from what it had been, to laughing about the night before and what Clyde would be doing over the summer. Then Clyde went up to shower. He got dressed and came back down to where Enid was finishing in the kitchen. They stood for a few minutes in silence and then hugged. Clyde kissed Enid deeply and Enid responded.

"I can't just leave. I want to stay forever. You have no idea what you've done for me and to me," Clyde said, holding Enid tightly.

"Clyde, I can say the same to you, and I do. You go, you keep this little fling forever in your heart, but you meet Ms. Right and you have a family and a long life together." Enid responded.

Clyde sighed. "If you think I'm never going to call you; if you think this whole relationship is going to be pushed behind me; if you HONESTLY think I'm never going to call you or drop by, you're senile as all hell."

"I would bet on my not being senile."

"Shit," added Clyde, "You're more on the ball at 75 than I could ever be at 25."

He left. Enid sat down in her living room, simply wearing her robe and nothing more. She just sat for a bit, looking out the window and wondering if she did the right thing, even though she knew she had. Enid thought that she may have let the one true love of her life, leave. Then the phone rang.

"Hi Enid, it's Jack," came the voice on the other end. "We met last month at the carnival. You said to give you a call if I was nearby. Well, it just so happens that I'm going to be in your neighborhood this evening and I figured to drop by and if you're up to it, bring a pizza. That OK with you?"

"Well Jack, I DO remember you," replied Enid, "You had a goatee if I recall and you knew Steve, my plumber, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. You up for some pizza?"

"Just so long as the sausage is good." Enid snickered. They hung up and Enid had a date.



Amorous Senior



Enid had met Hal when she and her husband of 37 years, Foster, had attended a party at the home of a childhood friend 20 years prior. As the party wore on and the drinking increased, things began to heat up sexually amongst the guests. Foster became irate. "NOT why I came here." Then he ordered Enid to the car. When she refused saying she wanted to see where things went, he stormed out leaving her with the need for a ride, and as it so happened, a cock. Hal was pleased to provide both, but not in that order. Enid and Foster stayed together until he passed away. It had been the best night of sex Enid had ever had since marrying Foster and when he did die, she decided to make up for all those nearly barren years. Was she ever.

Hal liked handcuffs also. He had an amazing collection of handcuffs, leg irons and hospital restraints. He picked them up everywhere. Yard Sales, hospital rummage sales ebay. He was very resourceful and even had gotten a few pairs of cuffs off a retired cop he once met in a bar. He loved his fetishes. He had tried to talk Enid into a little pony play, but she flat out refused to take it there. "My back isn't strong enough and if I'm going to ride you, I'd rather you were on your back with your dick in the air."

One night Hal had Enid over for dinner. He had made a lovely lobster casserole and had a rather expensive Portuguese wine, a big bottle, too. Enid was curious what made him pull out all the stops. Hal said, "I love that you worded it that way." He got up and went to the buffet, opened a drawer and pulled out a butt plug. "Here's a stopper for ya!" 

Enid said she had only used one a few times and this one looked about her speed, big, but not huge. Hal added, "I'll put this in, then we'll use the sex swing while you're ankles are chained to the wall. Won't it be just dandy?

Enid said she was game and they finished dinner and headed down stairs and stripped down. Hal was already hard. He grabbed some lube and worked if over the plug and ordered Enid to grab her ankles. When she did, he slowly and carefully worked the plug into her ass. He liked to inflict pain, but was squeamish about inflicting unnecessary pain on someone who didn't like it. He was, through and through, a gentleman.

Once the plug was inserted he guided her over to the swing and sat her down. There was a hole in the middle to allow fucking from below or to allow anything protruding to stick down. Then he took her ankles and using leather leg restraints, attached her, spread eagle to the wall. The swing, which was made of leather, was close enough that she could swing back and forth without losing contact with the wall. Then, Hal blindfolded her. "Nice touch, baby." Enid moaned. Not much had happened yet, but that buttplug was feeling nice and Enid flexed the muscles around her anus. Once everything was set, Hal went under Enid's legs and stood before her with his 82 year old hard on aimed for her sweet spot. He stepped forward and slid hid dick in. That's when he began to move the swing back and forth. "Little blue pills my ASS!" he decreed. 

He kept going pushing himself, then pushing the swing. They kind of chatted as they humped. "What did this cost you, Hal?"

"Not as much as you might think. Plus, I got it at a discount warehouse."

"They have discount warehouses for stuff like this?"

"Yeah, bit of a SHOCK!" Hal jammed her hard and Enid grunted. Hal sped up and the talking was done but Hal needed to stretch this out a bit and would slow down and even pull out now and then, but he'd get right back in the saddle. Hal pumped Enid harder now, her feet bouncing off the wall from time to time and the butt plug still in place and giving the older woman a rush. Back and forth they went with Enid's legs straddling Hal. As Hal became aware of how close he was to climax, he pulled out and began to jerk off dumping his spunk on her vaginal lips.

Then Hal felt odd. He got a tingling in the arm he was using to jerk off with and he was having a little trouble breathing. He felt it must be because the sex was so great. The chest pain was the key that he was having a heart attack. He groaned, "Enid, I'm having a heart attack, you've got to...." He collapsed. He was still breathing, Enid could hear him, but now she faced the strain of trying to lean forward enough to undo the restraints and get to a phone. With monumental effort, she managed to lean a bit forward and undo the left restraint. Dropping her leg to the floor, she accidentally kicked Hal.

It was still a fight as she leaned forward for the other ankle. As it happened, having one leg free did NOT make it easier, but she managed. She ran and grabbed his wall phone in the basement and dialed 9-1-1. She explained what had happened and gave the address. Then she sat with Hal trying to comfort him as he lay there, still breathing, still alive, but looking horrible.

When the knock came at the door, Enid rushed upstairs and threw open the door to allow the firefighter/EMTs in, not even considering the fact that she was naked. As they entered, she recognized one of them. "Enid? You're OK, right?"

"Yeah, I'm ok, though he got off and I didn't. Want a go in the back? A quickie!"

"No, I can't. I'm still coming to terms with that stupid circle jerk I don't want to endanger my job as well as my mental health." Then he added, "oh, and you've got something sticking out of your ass."

Enid removed it, giggling. She went and followed the crew downstairs where she had directed them and they immediately went to work on Hal, though each one kept wincing and groaning and eyeball rolling. Holding back the giggling was near impossible, but they managed.

As they took Hal away and had Enid sign a form or two they all complimented Enid on her body, though only two of the six on scene really meant it. They all wished her adieu and left. Enid dressed and went for her car and headed straight for the hospital, arriving about 10 minutes behind the ambulance.

Once she knew he was going to be OK, she headed home to rest. The next day she went to see him. It had been decided that he would stay a day or two more as a precaution. It had been a heart attack, though mild.

Enid told the girls all about what had happened. Sally asked, "So you visited him in the hospital? Was he well?"

Enid said, "I jerked him off. He seemed great when I left."