9 comments/ 39244 views/ 26 favorites Better Than a Telegram By: The_Red_Duke AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story could have fit into a number of categories, most obviously humour and satire. However, I tried to put the sex first. Interracial and group sex elements are present. The story contains some reluctance themes, but these are mild by the standards of most non-consent stories on this site. There is an aspect of cheating on a partner involved. Mostly though the story involves sex between younger women and much older men - in some cases very much older men. Consider yourself warned gentle reader! *** So far the interview had gone much better than Lauren could have anticipated. The young blonde student smoothed her pencil-skirt trying to hide her nerves and listen attentively to what the older woman was saying. This was Lauren's graduation year and she needed this placement if she were to make a success of her intended career. "As you are no doubt aware, SLURP has grown threefold over the last two years," the lady was now saying. "Such growth, when the health and community care sectors are in serious crisis, demonstrates the reputation for excellence this organisation has worked hard to achieve." Lauren accepted this with a serious nod of the head. "The Society for Longevity by Undergoing Relief Process is a group I have admired throughout my studies and I very much wish to be a part of its mission." What the older woman had stated about a health crisis was all too true Lauren thought to herself. More and more charities were being called upon to step in as government resources and budgets faced pressure. The last recession had also damaged the pensions so carefully built by people over many years and this also added to the strain on resources. Yet the 'grey vote' had become so powerful in developed nations that few governments could win elections without making significant promises to the retired population. That was partly why charities such as SLURP could make powerful contributions to the well being of society and were encouraged by the authorities. Having studied hard for a post in 'Geriatric Clinical Psychology' over the last three years Lauren was now looking at full time roles. However, it was a fiercely competitive job market in this field and charity work would go a long way to help her stand out from the crowd. That said, Lauren was a caring person and her commitment to the join the charity was genuine. The charity manager had Lauren's application form open in front of her and was impressed with what she saw. Nonetheless she had another twenty graduates to interview and a hundred more to process. And the next one she had lined up after Lauren was another charity director's daughter. She sighed. "The truth is Ms Fox, we have so few positions available in the clinical division." Lauren felt a wave of despair at this statement. "I would be prepared to work on a voluntary basis in the short-term. I really do want this role. Oh please!" The woman shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid that's out of the question. It isn't just you - we would need to assign you a supervisor and we just don't have enough qualified staff for that." Lauren bit her lip. "Is there nothing then?" The manager frowned and studied the young woman before her with a speculative expression, taking in her slim figure, the long blonde hair and enormous blue eyes. "We certainly have vacancies in 'R' Department." "R department?" asked Lauren. "Excuse me, we have so much jargon here. The Relief Department. I am sure you have heard of the Humanitarian Need Act." "Oh," said Lauren, her pretty face frowning in surprise. Indeed she had heard of it. Two years ago the then political opposition party had made a certain promise in order to secure the support of many of the pension age voters and this promise had recently passed into legislation. In short, the research the Act was based on called for the regular sexual relief of people - which was now considered a human right. The idea was based on a great deal of compelling research and had so far proved popular but the implementation itself had proven challenging. Originally the medical services were meant to be directly responsible but the nursing unions had fought heavily against their members involvement and now it had effectively passed to the charity sector to make it happen. As far back as the 1960s studies had shown a pyramid of needs. At the bottom you have breathing, eating and keeping warm. Sex is also a need as is love and comfort and the absence of any of these causes want and even distress in most humans. Of course sex is generally a very private act but by moving it openly into the medical arena the taboo could be removed and issues dealt with in a professional manner by qualified staff. But finding volunteers, especially female volunteers, not to mention attractive females, was a constant challenge. Lauren wasn't sure what to say. This was not a direction she had intended the interview to take. "I don't think I could take that on," she said with what she hoped was a regretful tone. "Oh?" said the charity manager. "It would look very good indeed on your record. Working in the Relief Department would demonstrate superb commitment. If you did this I could practically guarantee you a clinical role here within six months." This did gain Lauren's interest but still she prevaricated. "The thing is...I actually have a boyfriend and I'm not sure he would..." "Nonsense! We are not talking about relationships here. Do you think that when a farmer has to gain the semen of livestock through stimulation he feels he is cheating on his wife?" "With respect ma'am I am not comfortable with that comparison," Lauren said somewhat sternly. They were talking about human beings, not cattle after all. "The point I am trying to make is this would be in a professional context. As for your partner, well just don't tell him all the gory details." Lauren was not convinced but finally the woman persuaded her to start voluntary work on a trial basis. She would come in on Tuesday evening after lectures ended and maybe also some weekend work. * * * One of the first surprises Lauren received when she arrived on her first Tuesday was how attractive the other SLURP volunteers actually were. There were fifteen present, of various ages and ethnicities, but all naturally good looking and well presented. She was sat in the main meeting room of the FH Division: 'Female and Heterosexual'. The division manager was a lady called Sarah, a tall redhead with a build Jessica Rabbit would have envied. Lauren herself was very slim and although she had curves where she needed them, she always envied the hour glass figure of some other women. After welcoming Lauren to the group (a blush), Sarah went through the duty rota for the night. Tonight Lauren would be under the guidance of a more experienced girl called Jess, a slight young woman with long brown curls who was a medical student. They would be working out of the local community centre this evening. After the meeting broke up Jess came over to introduce herself. She was pleasant girl and instantly made Lauren feel at ease. However, there was one issue she brought up straight away. "We have to do something about those clothes." "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed," said Lauren defensively. She had worn jeans and a hooded top - her typical university attire. Even in this understated outfit most guys still stared as she walked past. Jess explained they would be expected to 'make an effort', which she was at pains to stress was not a criticism of Lauren, especially as it was her first day, but just the way the charity operated. Although she would normally have to use her own resources, Jess could tell they were about the same build and luckily had some spare clean supplies. These proved to be a black thong and matching lace bra. Lauren thought they looked far too nice to borrow but Jess said they were just from a major high street retailer. Her new mentor also looked disapprovingly at Lauren's flats that she had arrived in and dug out some stiletto heels for her, also in black. As part of their medical attire they wore white coats directly over their underwear. The girls shivered as they went out in the night air but fortunately Jess's car was parked nearby. "Did they make you sign the declaration yet?" asked Jess once they were driving over to the community centre. Lauren nodded. The waiver was meant to ensure that they could not accept material gifts from any patients. This prevented unscrupulous workers manipulating the people they were supposed to be attending to but it also removed any suggestion of this being prostitution. Within ten minutes they were pulling into Barnton Community Centre's car park. Lauren eyed the slightly grimy exterior with some trepidation. "Here, have a bit of this," said Jess passing over a hip flask and a couple of pills. "Don't let this building fool you - the place is a bit shabby I know but they're a nice bunch of guys really." "What are those?" Lauren eyed the pills with suspicion but gulped the vodka gratefully. "Standard issue, especially for first timers. Fully tested but not available to the general public. Make you horny as a sex starved weasel." Lauren opted to nervously gulp the pills too but felt nothing. Perhaps they were a placebo she wondered but then Jess added they took a little time to kick in. This was the third visit to Barnton in six months by the SLURP team, Jess explained. They should be here every week in an ideal world but they just didn't have the resources. The guys would be very pleased to see them though. The group tonight was what they classed as 'mobile and healthy', the manager had told her. If they were attending a care home the patient demographic would be different but to get to the community centre the men were all relatively spritely with the average age 65 to 75 years. They considered this an easy starting point for Lauren. The catch was that in that age bracket there were rather a lot of men. Indeed, with the nation's population ageing steadily that cohort now outnumbered Lauren's own (she was 21, Jess was 22). As they crossed toward the main entrance, heels clicking on the asphalt, Lauren noticed a large number of cars already present with more pulling in. She had butterflies in the stomach but she knew a few of the girls were already here setting things up. They entered the building and immediately there was a ragged cheer from the men already present. Jess gave them all a wide smile but Lauren felt she must have gone pale. There were at least 30 guys seated around the waiting room so far. Her head dropped automatically and although she didn't look around she could still feel the leers. "They're just being friendly," whispered Jess. "It's a generation thing." Fortunately for Lauren's nerves they didn't stay long in the hall as Jess led the way to the small room they would be sharing for the night's operations. Normally each girl had a separate room in which to operate, or a booth, but tonight Jess would be with Lauren the whole time. Inside the room was an old sofa, which Jess quickly threw a white drape over, and a small table on which were various items such as massage oils. A sink stood in one corner. "So, feeling ready?" Jess asked her. Lauren bite her lip but nodded. "Are you sure?" said Jess. "You don't have to do this you know. We're all volunteers." "No, no. I want to do this," replied Lauren steeling herself mentally. - - - - - - - Their first patient was a gentleman called Rodger. He was in his late sixties, a little overweight and plenty hirsute. He was easy going and polite, and although he clearly had made an effort to scrub up for the evening, his clothes were pretty tatty. Of course if he had any money he would be using one of the private services available instead of a charity. There was an awkward silence as Lauren paused waiting for him to undress. After a couple of seconds Jess cleared her throat. "Ermm, Ms Fox. Would you please unclothe the patient." She hadn't realised she would be expected to do this too but Jess whispered in her ear: "It helps with the eroticism of the situation." Which Lauren agreed made sense. Sliding her slim fingers into his shirt she quickly and efficiently began undoing the buttons. A shiver ran through Roger at her touch. Nonetheless Jess stepped in-between the two of them. "Please allow me to demonstrate," she said to Lauren. With this she began to undress Rodger but a little slower and with more intimacy than Lauren had shown. Soon his shirt was off exposing his hairy, fairly flabby torso to the two young women. "Wow have you lost a bit of weight since we were here?" Jess coyly asked whilst running her feminine hand through his belly hair. Rodger puffed himself up at the compliment. "Aren't I a lucky man to have two such fine ladies available tonight?" Lauren actually felt herself blush a little at the compliment. Once the shirt was removed the two slim young women knelt at his feet. Gently they unfastened his belt and pulled down the trousers. Lauren had expected some old fashioned y-fronts but Roger was a little more modern than this and was wearing some clean black boxers. The man sighed in pleasured at the touch of their soft fingers on his thighs as they reached up to tug down the final vestige of his modesty. Once fully undressed, Jess led him to the sofa against the far wall. She invited him to sit as Lauren stood uncertainly. "Don't worry, just follow my lead," Jess whispered to her as she came over. With that she moved to unbutton Lauren's medical coat. This took Lauren aback until she realised this was no doubt part of the act too. Steeling herself she reached over to undo Jess's coat without being prompted, causing her mentor to beam with approval. Their coats hitting the floor simultaneously, the two women turned to face the sofa. "Fuck me!" shouted the elderly gentleman. "And pardon my French. I don't normally swear in front of a lady." It was hard to blame him for the exclamation. The sight of the two ladies, clad only in their under-garments and heels, Lauren in black and Jess in red, was truly breathtaking. Both girls were of a similar build, fairly slight with good sized but not enormous breasts, firm well shaped buttocks, and legs that appeared long and elegant considering neither girl was very tall. Jess was a little paler than Lauren but both had that smooth skin many women would kill for. Both naturally beautiful: Lauren with her long blonde hair reaching to a point a few inches above her waist, and wide blue eyes. Jess with long brown curls over her shoulders and narrower, pretty green eyes that always looked to be smiling. They stepped toward the sofa. Lauren was feeling a little cold and wished she could have another vodka. "Now Rodger, we have a new girl here today," said Jess indicating toward Lauren. "We may take little bit longer with you than normal so I can demonstrate a few operational matters. Is that okay with you?" All poor Rodger could do was smile and nod as they seated themselves either side of him. So close, with the scent of their perfume in his nostrils he was having trouble breathing steady. "Now Lauren," began Jess, "what you will actually be doing in each appointment will vary. Some patients require more stimulation than others though the precise details you wish to conduct are at your digression. Some women only carry out manual stimulation on the patients but most of us consider this bad manners." Lauren nodded, not too sure what her companion was talking about, but wanting to look professional in front of Rodger, she decided not to interrupt with questions at this point. Jess continued, "Also we run a lottery system at times so that some patients will be guaranteed a long session: the main prize being a full night, which we award to a lucky patient about once a month. With a quick smile she reached out and guided Lauren's hand to Rodger's manhood. It was warm to the touch and actually not unpleasant but Lauren still cringed slightly at the familiarity. Jess also took hold of the lower part of him and it took no time for him to swell to full hardness. "Oh my!" gasped Lauren. For a man who must be 68 if he were a day he had become aroused very quickly. Once erect his penis was a good seven inches and had a nice weight in her hand. He must have been a little larger than her boyfriend and she found it very strange to be touching someone else intimately in this way. As Jess began a gentle rhythm so Lauren joined in and soon their hands were moving up and down in coordinated stimulation. "Oh this beats darts down the Royal Oak," sighed Rodger at their incredible feel of their touch. It wasn't his first visit to a SLURP event but he couldn't remember anyone as gorgeous as these two, and to have two together - and a woman on her first night - well this was all rather special. Not only did they look naturally perfect they were both well presented, in their matching lingerie and heels, make-up touched up and even the fingers gripping his cock were manicured to perfection. He could have left himself drift into a rapid orgasm but Jess was keen to keep control of events for the purposes of training young Lauren. Abruptly she slowed her hand movement right down. "Now remember, follow my lead," she said to her charge. So saying she leaned in and placed her lips against Rodgers, giving him a wet kiss. She followed this with another, taking the time to assess what he liked. This was clearly as much tongue as he could get so Jess and the older man frenched for a good 30 seconds. She's brave, thought Lauren to herself. Although Rodger was not exactly ugly he was still a man in his late sixties, not especially in shape, and much more hairy than what she normally went for. Not only all that but she had only just met him! She had expected they would be providing only hand jobs as relief to the patients and the physical intimacy of what she was witnessing was more than a little shocking. Jess pulled back and looked expectantly at Lauren. With a nervous gulp she leaned in. Should she go for a peck at first, would that be rude? She needn't have worried. In his excited state Rodger grabbed the back of her head and placed his lips over Lauren's. She tried to concentrate on kissing back but her main consideration was simply breathing for the first few seconds. He was a sloppy kisser but at least he tasted inoffensive, she thought. Considerately he had obviously brushed his teeth before the appointment. After she managed to get her head away she caught sight of Jess licking at his neck before moving lower over the hairy chest. Oh dear me, Lauren thought to herself but bravely followed suit. The feel of two hot young students working their mouths south over his body caused Rodger to groan in utter contentment. Soon Lauren was following Jess as she slid off the sofa to crouch by Rodgers slightly spread legs. "And now for the other direction," Jess winked at her before applying her lips to the hairy flesh just above his knee. Again, Lauren followed her mentor's lead as their brought their soft pink tongues up his legs, whilst running their gentle hands over his belly and chest. Their heads bumped when they reached the inside of his thighs. Lauren paused to remove a hair from her tongue and watched as Jess brought a hand down to grip his hard cock again. She lifted this for a moment so that she could lick and suck at his ball sack. Oh my God, Oh my God. Lauren wasn't sure that she could do this after all. Yet the sight of the beautiful Jess licking at the older man was something Lauren found inexplicably hot. She rationalised that this might be just the pills she had taken now kicking in, but nonetheless there was now a stirring in her loins. Better Than a Telegram Reminding herself that all patients and staff in the SLURP program were tested for venereal disease she decided to innovate rather than follow Jess completely. As her friend worked energetically at Rodgers nuts, Lauren reached out and pulled Rodger's penis down toward her. First she placed an experimental kiss over the end. It was fairly clean though by now the old fellow was plenty aroused and leaking pre-cum all over the place. Well that can't be helped she decided. Rodger let out another groan as Lauren's wet, feminine mouth slid around the end of his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she gave a long, loving suck and then followed this by some rapid flicking of her tongue against the tip. "Excellent work!" approved Jess, pulling away from his balls with a plop. For the next few minutes the two hot young women worked in tandem. Whilst one girl was sucking the top of his cock, the other nibbled on the old gent's balls. Lauren found the latter task the most gruelling: his balls were clean enough -especially after Jess's tongue bath- but very hairy. Her boyfriend kept himself shaved down there so she wasn't used to the texture of public hair in her mouth. And the hair was all grey. It was when the two girls placed their mouths together over his cock that Rodger could no longer hold back. With their faces touching they slurped, nibbled, licked and kissed the end whilst running their hands vigorously along the shaft. "Oh hell I can't hold it any longer!" warned Rodger, fairly considerately Lauren thought. Jess was a professional though and when Lauren automatically flinched back as the old man started to unload, Jess captured the warm, sticky ejaculate in her mouth. Once she was sure he was finished she lapped around the remnants and then quietly moved to the sink to spit. "Was that satisfactory sir?" asked Lauren solicitously as her colleague spat out his seed discreetly. "Oh my. That was the best thing that's happened to me in fifty years." Lauren blushed with pride. As Rodger began to get dressed Jess advised Lauren to take the opportunity to freshen up for the next patient. A quick swirl of mouth wash, a touch up of lipstick and she felt ready for the next one. The old man thanked them again and went out, still fastening up his shirt. - - - - - - - - The subsequent twenty minutes passed quickly for Lauren. The next two patients were easy work. Jess told her to concentrate on getting through a few rapidly. There was Derrick, a seventy year old skinny man with glasses who struggled to get hard even in Lauren's delicate fingers until she decided to engage in some french kissing. His spectacles were steamed up by the time he left. Then there was Graham, who was slightly older but in decent enough shape. Lauren gave him head whilst Jess licked his nipples - which he seemed to really enjoy. The only trouble began when they hit Fred. At only sixty he was officially too young for the SLURP program but he was very overweight and so he had a dispensation granted for his disability. Fred wasn't quite as friendly as the previous three men had been and either was unwilling or unable to wash before hand. Lauren and Jess soon found themselves soaping him clean as quick as they could. He also insisted on a massage, which Jess whispered was bad manners to make requests but they complied anyway. To speed events along and conduct a little more training Jess showed her some more tricks, such as nibbling the backs of his legs, and buttocks. Lauren didn't find it particularly appetising but followed her mentor's lead anyway, running her tongue through the folds of his fat. She knew from the induction that she was under no obligation to service a patient and could refuse without (theoretically) any threat to her position with the charity but she knew it was poor etiquette to refuse a patient. Fred finally came after Jess courageously tongued the flesh below his balls whilst pumping his stubby erection. Lauren assisted with more heavy french kissing. He had some halitosis but by this stage she wasn't surprised. After Fred left, without thanking them, Jess stood looking at the clock with some concern. "I think we're going to have to find a way to speed things along." "What do you mean?" asked Lauren in between gurgles of mouth wash. Fred really had tasted bad. "Well with the first patient and now that tub of lard (whispering the last part) we're running a little behind. Let's say there were about hundred patients to get through tonight and about six girls - well you do the math." What Jess suggested was they split up for a time. Jess would get through a couple of guys whilst Lauren handled the next one alone - if she felt ready. Lauren replied that she did. Jess left to find another room showing in the next patient as she did so. This proved an unexpected surprise: there was an elderly couple there. "Oh hi Gordon, Mrs Smith." Turning to Lauren she whispered: "He's a legend - you're going to have fun!" and with that Jess left the room. Lauren stood nervously, suddenly conscious of her near nudity for the first time since Rodger. The older woman could see Lauren was ill at ease. "Oh don't worry dear," she said in a reassuring voice. "I just come to watch. For reasons I won't bore you with I can't... well, I can't do what you young women do anymore - but I do like him to enjoy himself." This seemed a very enlightened attitude to Lauren but she just nodded. "Would you like to sit down Mr Smith," she asked indicating the sofa. He did so, but reached out to kiss Lauren's hand first. "Very pleased to meet you miss. You are a gorgeous young lady aren't you?" He said this in a deep baritone that made Lauren's toes tingle. His wife went to sit in a chair at the far side of the room. Gordon was actually a rather attractive man. Perhaps about 65 years old, in good shape with what appeared to be an old boxer's build. He was hairy sure, but that just looked right on him, Lauren decided. He had piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. They started with some kissing and Lauren soon found herself panting breathlessly - he was an incredible kisser! In fact she was so wrapped up in it that she forgot about his wife or even to make the first move. She gasped in surprise as she felt her lace bra being deftly undone. "Mr Smith..." but he just held a finger to her lips before dipping his head down and sucking hard but tenderly against her now revealed pert left breast. He moved to the other and licking the nipple there whilst Lauren moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was heading south, and before Lauren could react he was licking at her belly button, causing her to giggle outrageously before he moved on to her thighs. "Mr Smith..." she began again but made no move to stop him as she felt her knickers being pulled from her legs. She wasn't actually sure what the process was for being serviced by a patient but reasoned if he was enjoying himself it was probably okay. The next ten minutes were an eye opener for the beautiful blonde student. She had never been pleasured like this. Her boyfriend gave her head but he had nothing like the years of experience that she was now benefitting from. She clutched his hair and pulled his head to her. Putting a fist in her mouth to still the scream she felt building, she bit down. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" Lauren could feel her body buckling up as he lapped at her clit. After the second orgasm her head began to feel hazy. She felt she needed a man inside her right now! Fortunately Gordon was one step ahead. Suddenly Lauren felt a weight on the sofa. She opened her eyes to stare into his piercing blue irises. Without thinking she reached up to kiss him in gratitude for the orgasms, pushing her tongue far into his mouth. The kiss ended when she felt a sudden push against her womanhood. Gasping she looked down to see the most massive cock she had ever seen outside of porn entering her now very aroused opening. If she wasn't already wet and horny there might have been some trouble, but he slid into her relatively easily. Oh hell this is crossing the line, she thought to herself. The previous encounters she could say were acts of service but right now she was unambiguously being screwed by a man. "I've got a boyfriend," she managed to gasp out as Gordon pushed further in. "Well I've got a wife," he replied. "And she's right there." "Certainly am! You're doing amazing dear. My husband likes you, I can tell." This is so wrong, was all Lauren could think but the feeling was too good to stop. By the time he bottomed out she was gripping his upper arms with her sharp nails- she had never felt so filled by a man. Once she was adjusted to the size he began pumping into her, first slow and then quicker and quicker. The feeling for Lauren was mind blowing. Although she had never orgasmed through penetration previously she now did so now within five minutes. When she came it was explosive, an electric current ripping through her body. Her lips sought any part of him that she could reach whilst she raked her fingers down his back and into his buttocks. Nothing had ever felt this good. Shortly after her orgasm, he flipped her over and she compliantly went. From behind was a favourite position for her. "That's some arse you have there dear," said Mrs Smith. "You must work out a lot." Lauren was too horny to even feel weird about this. Yet she did indeed work out and her slim supple body was a testimony to youth and hard gym training. From behind the masculine form of Gordon powered his massive shaft into her. Lauren reared back so her could fondle her boobs and she could turn to kiss his face. "Looks like someone is having fun!" said a familiar voice. "Oh Jess! I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened!" said Lauren frantically. "Relax, you're doing nothing wrong. Although we're going to have to speed things along." Jess looked at Gordon speculatively. Stepping behind she crouched down so she could lick at his balls near the joining of his body with Lauren's. Lauren nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Jess's tongue brush against her down there. Pulling apart his muscular buttocks Jess gently but firmly pushed her tongue into Gordon's butt hole. This sent him over the edge and as Lauren felt him unleashing inside her she couldn't but help launch into another orgasm too. Collapsing naked onto the sofa, Lauren felt a sheen of sweat over her whole body. Gordon pulled out with a sticky pop causing her to groan again. She was too exhausted to say anything but felt him give her a kiss on the back of her neck. "That was incredible to watch," said Mrs Smith. "Can I leave you some chocolates?" "I'm sorry ma'am," Jess answered for them. "But we're not allowed to receive gifts." * * * "Right, we're nearly done," said Jess after the old couple had gone. "There's more?" asked Lauren with what she hoped didn't sound too much like a groan. Unfortunately there were a quite a number left Jess explained. In order to get through them they would take a few of the patients in groups - presuming the men agreed to this. Jess was an expert in making men reach orgasm quickly so she would deal with a series of guys in quick succession. Lauren on the other hand, being the the most gorgeous member of the team in any objective sense, would handle three men at once. "I know this is a big ask on your first day but it's going to make us look amazing in the league tables. Few teams rarely clear a whole session's worth of patients. Can you do it?" Tiredly Lauren nodded. "Just give me a couple of mins to freshen up." "Sure - but you may as well stayed naked," Jess advised her with a wink. So ten minutes later Lauren found herself on her back laid out on the floor, in nothing but the black heels, whilst the most spritely of the three pensioners she was servicing pumped into her from above. Her delicate hands were gripping the two cocks of the other men and she alternated sucking one then the other as they crouched next to her head. She couldn't remember the men's names but they were a similar looking bunch who seemed to know each other. Their average age was about seventy. Despite not having her sole attention the men were clearly enjoying themselves. For two of them it was their first visit to SLURP and the sight of a stunning 21 year old blonde laid out before them sucking their dicks was a totally new experience for these older men. Her long legs were resting on one man's shoulders as he thrust into her whilst crouching above. Although not as skilled or as large as the amazing Gordon he wasn't too bad and Lauren found herself enjoying the experience again. In fact the sheer slutiness of the situation was strangely thrilling to her. She had been in a long term relationship for the last year, and stayed faithful in that time, so she hadn't in fact had sex with more than her boyfriend for 12 months - and tonight she had handled, sucked, or been pounded by a total of eight men in one evening. "Oh she's so tight!" "She really knows how to suck. I love the feel of her tongue on my bell end." "Yeah play with those balls, love! Get your sexy fingers around 'em." These were some of the remarks the old men were making as they drank in the slim young woman below them. After a few more minutes Lauren opted for a change of plan. She asked the eldest man to lay below her and mounted him. The old gent sighed with contentment at the feel of her soft, tight, wet and warm vagina sliding over his shaft. Once mounted she began to ride him energetically. The other men watched in stunned silence as the gorgeous Lauren bounced above their elderly friend, her long blonde hair flowing out behind her. She indicated the other two men to step closer so she could continue to wank and suck them. Soon they were erupting, coating her face and breasts with their seed. The sheer filthiness of this caused Lauren to moan too and bounce ever faster, which in turn made the final patient lose control. She felt his sticky orgasm inside her. The foursome collapsed in a heap near the sofa. That's where Jess soon found them. "Amazing work. I'm so proud of you!" she told her. Lauren was too tired to do anything but give her a thumbs up. * * * Saturday afternoon was the next session and Lauren almost had second thoughts about going. She was not feeling too sure whether SLURP was for her. It had all been rather intense so far. During sex with her boyfriend later that week she had found herself fantasising about the well endowed, experienced Gordon and instantly felt guilty. Nonetheless she turned up for the SLURP team event anyway out of sense of duty. There was a theme to the afternoon and all of the girls were expected to dress in the style of 1940s nurses. The result was something like an pin up parade organised by Alberto Vargas. Red lipstick and nails dominated. Some of the girls introduced waves into their hair; the effect was pretty spectacular. The manager, Sarah, explained that eight girls, including her, Jess and Lauren, would be visiting a sheltered housing location. They had a very special patient in mind. In the past, Sarah described how the Queen would send a telegram to a person on their 100th birthday. This practice had eventually ceased as the numbers of people surviving to 100 years had grown. "Today's first patient is Alfred Jones. He flew spitfires in the Second World War and later became a commercial pilot." "She doesn't mean literally 100?" whispered Lauren to Jess in some alarm. Jess told her that's exactly what Sarah meant. "But 100! That's a century: one hundred years!" "I know Lauren, that's what we've just been told." "But a man that age, will he even be able to, you know...perform?" Jess explained that didn't matter per se, providing they didn't make the patient feel bad, - the attention being lavished would still inflict pleasure regardless of whether he came or not. Lauren slumped back and barely listened to the rest of the briefing. They set off for Manor Court Assisted Houses which was a short mini bus journey. Lauren took in the glamorous looks of her colleagues on the ride over. Of course, there was Sarah with her Jessica Rabbit / Joan Holloway figure and red hair. She was by far the oldest of the group at 28. Jess with her brown curls and green eyes, with a similar body to Lauren herself: slim with just the right curves. Then there was the beautiful, slight, Sabreena who had something of Freida Pinto about her looks. Daniella, whose mother was Jamaican and her father Scottish. A very curvy young woman with tight black curls Lauren would have died for (not realising most women also stared at her own long blonde locks with envy). Katie - short blonde hair and a cute pixie face. She was close to another girl called Rachel with very long, normally straight black hair which she had placed into waves today. Then finally there was Yumi who was on a sabbatical visit from Japan where care for the elderly was taken very seriously. Yumi was a stunning girl of 20 with shoulder length very dark brown hair and hazel eyes; she just oozed sweetness but had a reputation for being wild. Manor Court proved to be a neat little series of modern cottages surrounded by a wall. There were gardens for the patients and even a small gym. On arrival one of the staff showed them to Alfred's home. Lauren's first impression was mainly relief. She would never have put the man at 100, maybe late eighties or early 90s. He was old - really old- but he looked healthy enough. Alfred was a fairly typical looking old fashioned gent, thin, not especially tall, clean shaven with white hair. He was wearing a tweed jacket and holding a cane. Although he was expecting the visit he was clearly unprepared for the vision of feminine charm that arrived on his door. "Oh blimey ladies! You look delightful," he said in his clipped voice, taking in their nurse uniforms and pin-up styles. "I've got the kettle on. Which one of you is coming in if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh Alfred dear, it's your birthday!" said Sarah sweeping her hand over the assembled team of stunning women. "And I've never had a better present than seeing you all today, believe me. But aren't you all for the other residents?" "Oh no," said Jess with a grin. "We're all for you right now." Alfred stared in stunned silence for nearly 30 seconds his jaw working open and closed as he tried to think of something to say. "But I've only made tea for two," he finally managed. "We don't mind. We'll make the tea anyway sir," said one of the girls happily. "Well..errmmm...do come in then, please." Alfred led them into his cottage. It was a tidy enough place Lauren was pleased to note, though of course there was likely a daily visit by an attendant from the nearby staff building. "Is this your first visit by SLURP?" asked Sarah as she took the girls' coats into a pile. "Actually yes. Someone was supposed to come by last year but they never got to my place," replied Alfred. Lauren could see the poor man was still in some shock and she was actually concerned for his welfare. Sarah apologetically explained that it wasn't surprising that someone had failed to show before now due to the serious under resourcing in the health sector. After a cup of tea Albert seemed more relaxed. Sarah suggested the girls get familiar with him and then they would give him a sensual massage, see how things went from there. So for the next ten minutes the girls took turns to sit close to Albert on the sofa and chat and engage in some light to moderate petting. Better Than a Telegram When it was Lauren's turn she tried to steel her nerves and sat calmly, close to Albert with her hand resting on his arm. He was obviously enjoying himself just breathing in her perfume and delighting in her youthful feminine looks. She asked him about a picture of a concord on the wall. "Oh that's the last thing I flew, shortly before I retired in '75." My God, thought Lauren. He retired nearly two decades before she was born! She tried to picture Albert at that moment of her birth. He would have been nearly 80, long retired, perhaps already in some housing scheme, not realising that in twenty years a bunch of hot young women would be turning up on his doorstep. "You really are a beautiful young woman," said Albert kindly. She blushed a little and decided to lean in for a kiss. Some of the other girls had done this so she knew what to expect. They engaged in a series of short kisses which was not nearly as unpleasant as Lauren had feared. "Did you have a party earlier?" she asked indicating the remains of a cake on the table nearby. "Oh yes. My family visited earlier, my grand kids and their children." Lauren gulped. Fuck! Considering his age there was a strong likelihood he had great-grand children older than she was. This whole thing was obscene! However, none of the other women seemed to share this thought and she watched in shock as the girls engaged in some increasingly passionate snogging with Alfred, even feeling his trousers as they went. Eventually Sarah suggested they move to the bedroom (with his permission). Once there they put down a sheet over the bed and gently began to unclothe Alfred. Lauren wasn't sure what to expect and steeled her expression. Naked, his body was old and that couldn't be denied. Nonetheless he wasn't repulsive to look at once you accepted that he just wasn't a young man anymore and hadn't been for some time. They led him to lay on the bed and Sarah produced their tub of edible massage oil. With efficiency the girls positioned themselves at various points around the bed and began warming up the oil in their hands. Lauren moved to a point hear his lower leg. Opposite her was Yumi and to her right, near his upper thigh, was Rachel with her lovely dark waves. As Sarah walked past her Lauren caught her eye and beckoned her supervisor over. "Shouldn't we be worried?" she whispered. "I mean his heart and all!" Sarah smiled and then said loudly: "Mr Jones. Young Lauren here is worried if you can handle this." Alfred chuckled and half turned to look over his shoulder at them. "Seventy four years ago I was over Dover and some bloody 109 was on my tail. I took five shots in the fuselage. Didn't think I'd make it back that day. Then there was my mate Freddy in a Hurricane. He took the Jerry out but was unlucky and some bugger hit him in the engine. He's bloody hero but I bet if I could ask Freddy now if he would rather go down over the channel like he did that day or live to 100 like me and die surrounded by eight lovely nurses...well I can almost hear him laughing at me right now! So I'll take my chances! Sweet of you to check though." They took a moment of respectful silence and Lauren decided she wouldn't ask further questions. All the patients attended by SLURP signed a disclaimer anyway and were assessed if they were of sound mind and healthy enough to stand treatment. However, Sarah reassured her that she would carefully monitor his pulse throughout (all SLURP staff were trained first aiders). The girls began their massage. It was pretty easy Lauren thought relative to the Tuesday night. All she had to do was stroke and kneed the skinny calf muscle before her. Yet the visual contrast between their feminine young hands and the aged flesh they were touching was almost shocking to the senses. The other girls worked their respective parts, four on the legs and feet, four on his back and arms. The sensation must be amazing Lauren thought. Alfred closed his eyes in joy as they girls rubbed at him. Next to her Rachel ran her fingers over his hamstring as Lauren worked just below. She copied Rachel, making her strokes slow and sensual. What happened next shocked her. There was a slight, almost imperceptible signal from Sarah to Yumi, and then the latter carefully lifted the old man's lower leg up. 'She's not!' Lauren thought to herself but sure enough the kinky young Japanese lady extended her tongue and lapped at the elderly gent's toes. This caused him to exclaim but when she looked anxiously over Lauren only saw a smile on Alfred's face. Then all at once the women moved their mouths down to lick at the edible oil they had just placed. What Yumi was doing was beyond her so instead Lauren gently sucked at the lower leg and knee. The other girls, with their greater experience, were kissing and lapping with seeming contentment. Over the next twenty minutes they rotated around his body so that each girl worked on a different location. Lauren enjoyed the upper back the most as she shared the location with Jess opposite her. She teasingly brushed her long blonde hair over his body as she did so which he clearly enjoyed. The location where she was most nervous was the lower back and upper legs as the other girls felt nothing of kissing and nibbling at his buttocks. These were thin but still rather saggy, wrinkled and pale. "Now we will turn you over Mr Jones, said Sarah. This they proceeded to do and the result caused a brief round of applause from the girls. "Now that's not happened for at least a decade," said Alfred staring down at the erection lifting itself above his stomach. His penis was red, fairly long and thin, and standing straight up. The SLURP team now proceeded to continue with the same technique as they had to his rear side: massage followed by oral pleasure. This all now felt a lot more intimate to Lauren as they pleasured his front side. They tended to keep two girls at his groin and she was amazed he managed to last through this. When it came to her turn she shared his old dick with Sabreena. She was pleased he didn't taste too bad though she still closed her eyes to avoid seeing the rather low, craggy looking ball sack. He couldn't help being old though she supposed. After some time Sarah decided they would leave one of the girls with him while the others would attend to some of the men inside the community. They needed to hit a certain target to maintain funding to the charity and the business managers such as Sarah couldn't resist the opportunity to push their own teams up the rankings. A number of girls volunteered but Daniella was the one chosen to stay. Lauren suspected Alfred had a thing for large tits. When they left the sexy ebony girl was positioned above his still hard cock preparing to give him the ride of his life. After that the women went through the community servicing the guests, who were more than pleased to see them. There were a few refusals for one reason or another - normally when the gentleman concerned was married - but mostly the old guys were happy to receive them. After a few hand jobs Lauren was thinking the whole business was easy enough when you got used to it. Then she met Bill Dunhill. He was 75 years old and wasn't bad looking, rather swarthy and squat, but muscled. In some ways he reminded her of Gordon, however, he was not nearly as kind or as sweet as him or as nice as the grandfatherly Alfred. Bill didn't come from the manual stimulation and kissing she tried so Lauren decided to please him with her mouth. He clearly enjoyed this, staring down at the sight of her lipsticked mouth swallowing him and her elegant red nailed fingers stroking his balls. Yet he still failed to ejaculate. Deciding it would be bad manners to leave him like that, and perhaps with one eye on his rather well endowed manhood (not that she admitted this to herself), Lauren asked him if he would like to go for penetration. "You mean fuck you? Yes please!" This somewhat uncouth response was only the beginning. The trouble was she did enjoy the sex that followed, at a basic carnal level. But he clearly had a chip on his shoulder and wanted to make her feel a little degraded and humiliated. Yet in the heat of the situation -not to mention she had taken another blue pill earlier- this only made her all the more horny. He insisted that she refer to him as 'Mr Dunhill' but he called her a slut and other names and told her she was filthy. This only spurred her on to grip him harder and push back as he powered into her from above. Perhaps she was all these thing she thought to herself in shame and arousal at the same time. "I've always wanted a posh girl like you. Riding your horses, thinking you're all too good for me. Now look at you!" Lauren didn't consider herself posh at all, though she admitted her family were reasonably comfortable. He asked her if she had a boyfriend and when she admitted this he kept goading her if he was bigger and better than him. When she refused to answer he paused above her and refused to continue until she agreed. Eventually she caved in and told him he was. "You gorgeous little tart! So this is better than when you're with your precious boyfriend?" "Yes, yes, oh so help me it is!" she moaned. He licked at her neck and breasts. "Seventy-five years old and I can still make you scream can't I? Didn't even meet until thirty minutes ago and now your juices are all over my bed." "Oh... don't stop Mr Dunhill! I'm... nearly there!" "I'd love to have your boyfriend watch you with a real man. What's his name?" "James." He kissed her on the mouth and then revelled in her: blonde hair dishevelled, mouth wide open, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Well young James could sit by the bed and learn a few tricks from an old bull like me." She felt this was very inappropriate but concentrated on just getting through. This finally happened when he was behind her, slapping her on her perfect behind and pulling on her hair. She hadn't even realised she liked sex this rough but the orgasm she experienced was undeniable. Five minutes later she was slumped on the bed whilst he casually groped her breasts and twisted her nipples, not ungently. "Thanks love - that's the best shag I've ever had. And you're bloody stunning." "You are welcome Mr Dunhill," she said as she moved to get dressed. On the ride home she mentioned his behaviour to Jess. "You have to understand that for some of these guys the idea they can give you a better time than a much younger man is very flattering to their ego. That's all." Nonetheless Jess asked if she wanted to make a complaint but Lauren decided she didn't. She hadn't asked him to stop after all. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" she asked Jess. "Oh yes. He knows all about this." "Really?" asked Lauren stunned. "Well apart from he finds it kind of kinky these old guys lusting after me, he is a member of the MH division: Male and Hetrosexual." "You mean he...?" "That's right," replied Jess, "he likes a bit of the grey as I do. Those older women eat him alive every time!" Lauren took some time to digest that. "Well done ladies!" said Sarah from the front of the minibus. It was another 100% accomplishment rate for all the men who agreed to take part. * * * 'Go for a pink theme' the text message had said. Lauren wasn't sure what this really meant but interpreted it as going for pink lipstick, nails plus bra and thong. She even found some pink designer heels she had barely worn as they looked a bit too much for most events. When she met up with Jess that Tuesday evening she asked what this was all about. "I was thinking about the contrast." Lauren just gave her a blank look. "Against the skin. You do know where we're going tonight?" Lauren didn't. With studies, catching up date nights with her boyfriend and working out, she hadn't had chance to look into SLURP emails over the last few days. Tonight a team of six of them would be visiting Kenton Green Community Centre, which despite the name was inner city. The community there was overwhelmingly afro-caribbean. This surprised Lauren though she couldn't put her finger on why. She wasn't racist at all - few young urban middle class women of her generation were. But she had grown up in a very white, very suburban, leafy neighbourhood. She stared out of the windows of the minibus on the ride over. Kenton was actually fast becoming a pretty gentrified area but to Lauren it seemed an intimidating concrete jungle. There were groups of youths on corners that just made her think of The Wire and also various fast food shops with names like "Kentucky Cooked Chicken," which she doubted could be accurate and looked to her to be bordering on trademark infringement. The community centre itself was surrounded by a large high rise estate and Lauren got the shivers looking at it. She reached for the vodka and pills before they had cleared the gate. "Relax babes," said Jess. "I haven't been here before either but I hear it's alright." The van pulled close to the centre so Lauren didn't have to walk far. Still she imagined gangs staring at her from the upper floors of the flats nearby. The centre itself was a low rise red brick building that once had been a small school. Inside it looked friendly, though clearly the area was more impoverished than the other sites she had visited. Paint was peeling off the walls and the roof looked to have leaked in places. However, the rooms were colourfully decorated and covered in community pictures. The crowd were (mostly) in the healthy and mobile range and a mixture of immigrants, early second generation men and long time residents. She struggled with some of the accents but could tell the men were pleased at SLURP's visit this evening. Lauren received much overt praise almost immediately with men making no secret of checking her out which many did, both to her and Jess, openly and loudly. The words 'fine' and 'ready' were used a lot and Lauren felt for a moment she had walked into some living stereotype. The community centre was really just a large open space so in order to work curtains had been set up to create temporary booths. This created a certain amount of visual privacy but still felt very open to Lauren and she couldn't imagine stripping down with some many men close by. Katie was running the logistics tonight and soon the cute blonde was leading the first man by the hand toward Lauren's booth. Lauren gulped and had the feeling of the first night all over again. "Act professional Lauren - these men are here for their needs," she muttered to herself. The man Katie led to her was Nelson: a seventy years old, six foot chap originally from Kingston, Jamaica. He'd shaved his head and if she hadn't read his SLURP medical card Lauren might have struggled to tell his age at all, maybe putting him at fifty. He had a moderate gut typical of men his age but was otherwise pretty handsome she thought. Lauren had already hung her coat on a chair so the sight Nelson was greeted to on entering the makeshift booth was the gorgeous young student in her pink bra, thong and heels, slim tummy fully on display. He drank it all in, starting at heels, travelling up the long legs, turning partly to stare at her small but perfectly shaped buttocks, the generous enough breasts, then pausing to appreciate her beautiful young face and wide blue eyes, framed with the almost waist length blonde hair. "Yuh look bashy gal! Too marga but still bashy." This was said in a thick patois and the voice as rich and deep as she had imagined it should be. She wasn't quite sure what he meant but he seemed to appreciate her - which was a relief because all that had been going through her head were Sir Mix A Lot's comments about wanting big butts - and she certainly didn't have that. Lauren was certain the shape of her bum looked good - she worked hard on it - but dieting and cardio kept it's size down. Taught but curvy was how some would describe it. Young black men had come on to her before now but they were from her own country. It was reassuring to the insecure Lauren to know men born in other cultures found her attractive too. "You are very handsome yourself sir" she replied graciously. Nelson just grinned and stepped toward her. Thinking she may as well get on with it she puckered up for a kiss, closing her eyes as she did so. Although she was expecting it the sensation was still a shock when it came. His lips pushed against her and she opened her mouth on instinct. His arms found her waist and pulled her in, as she in turn lifted her hands to link behind his neck. The sight must look outrageous she thought to herself. She was small, young, blonde, white, female. Nelson was tall, old enough to be her father's father, black and very male. Also Lauren had spent an age making herself look good night. As with most men, Nelson probably hadn't done much to prep for tonight. They kissed passionately for some time and he used the opportunity to cup his hands around her bum cheeks. This made her jump but she didn't break the kiss. Perhaps the pills were kicking in but the feel of his rough hand against her bare skin was arousing and she found herself pushing her tongue into his mouth to lick his. This in turn made him kiss her back harder and when they parted a few minutes later they were both panting heavily. Then they re-attached, mostly through Lauren launching herself over at him. She worked to undo his shirt, sliding her fingers onto his chest once the shirt was open far enough. Wow he was so dark! 'My God Jess was right'. The contrast of her slender white fingers and pink nails looked startling against his black skin. A burning desire to kiss his flesh overwhelmed her. She proceeded to place her wet mouth against him every time she undid a button. Ultimately this positioned her crouching before him in her heels. There was a distinctive bulge apparent in his jeans. She couldn't resist reaching out to touch this and almost groaned at the rock hard sensation. Soon the jeans were at his ankles and she assisted him to one of the plastic chairs (there was a dearth of sofas or beds available). Quickly she had the jeans, pants and shoes off and he was naked in all his glory before her. Lauren had never really subscribed to what she considered the myth of black men and endowment but whatever the statistical realties she had to admit Nelson himself was enormous. He was at least as big as Gordon, who had ploughed her to numerous mind blowing orgasms a few weeks ago. Below Nelson's shaft hung large, dark plumbs. "May I?" she asked politely. He just grinned at her as she reached out and wrapped one hand around him. Bloody hell - it was as hard as a steel bar!Reaching out the other hand she cupped his sacks noting that they were almost hairless. Nearly all of the patients she had serviced in recent weeks were typical hairy older men, but Nelson was pretty smooth. She had enjoyed the masculine hair of some of the men despite these not being her usual type but the smoothness of Nelson was still refreshing. "You're my first Jamaican," she told him as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down the shaft, thinking it was probably impolite to say he was the first black man that she had been with at all. Nelson wasn't circumcised and she quite enjoyed playing with his loose skin. They talked and she managed to work out that he had been married for forty years but his wife had passed away about a year ago. This made her want to make it special, both out of sympathy and to make a good impression as his first white, English SLURP girl.