8 comments/ 22250 views/ 4 favorites Old People By: jjcole I had just noticed my fiftieth birthday had passed a week ago. I was a loner and no one knew it was my birthday; hell I didn't either, so I was neither surprised nor disappointed by that but wondered if anyone in the office had that same experience. I was not about to ask of course, I just wondered. Over the next few weeks I continued to wonder then asked myself if there had been anyone in the office whose birthday we had not celebrated in the office. I thought of three. I thought about several ruses to find out when their birthdays were but settled on asking if they had worn glasses on their driver's license photos. Like me all three wore glasses at work. I had asked them if they had been asked to wear them for the photos. The two guys had not and showed me the license to prove it. One was born Christmas Eve and the other on New Years Eve. Neither would have been at work on their birthday. My third suspect was a woman named Danielle. No one called her Danny and I did not know if that was by her preference or not. She was as reserved as I was and no one knew anything about her other than she was a widow, her husband's funeral had been fifteen years before. She was OK looking and had a sense of humor but you would not know that unless you said something that made her smile. She did not laugh out loud. She did wear her glasses on her license and showed it to me. It was a bad picture. "Why do you carry Phyllis Dillers' license?" I asked. She smiled and snatched it back but not before I noted her fiftieth birthday had been the month before mine was. She asked to see mine and after I did she asked me, "Are you a vampire?" I took my license back and smiled and gave her a small bow. As I returned to my desk I suddenly found myself thinking of her as a woman. I very much doubted she fucked but it crossed my mind she might be good company to the symphony or the opera or the musical theater. My last such companion had decided our dates were duds and had moved on, that was three years ago. I somehow always bought two partial season tickets each year to all three. I also attended rock concerts and baseball games but those were bought as individual tickets. I grinned when I sat at my desk knowing I would never have the nerve to ask her out. She was slim with fine although smallish tits. She was also very intelligent, she oversaw the entire foreign market and even if that part of the company was small she had to cope with tariffs, restrictions and taxes the rest of us did not. I had heard her speak four languages. I was a slightly longish haired dude that could have used ten pounds on my frame. She did not seem to have anyone in the building that could be called a personal friend but then again neither did I. I had pretty much forgotten about that trend of thought when one morning I found a card on my desk. I was a birthday card with a ticket to a private museum exhibit of works by Salvador Dali. The card was not signed and I wondered if someone had placed it on the wrong desk. I spent the day looking around me for a celebration of some kind but by the end of the day I had seen none. It was a Friday and most had gone to a nearby tavern before going home. Whoever was the right recipient was unaware of it and I suspected that anyone that would go to an art exhibit was unlikely to be at happy hour. I knew that was not true but I talked myself into believing it. The exhibit was that following Saturday night. I spent the day thinking I would not go but eventually found myself being ushered into a closed wing of the museum and I quickly had a brandy in my hand. I was mesmerized by the paintings and ended up lagging behind our guide. "You get to stay after the tour to gaze at them and you are missing the stories behind them." The woman speaking to me was Danielle. She looked fabulous. I kissed her cheek and said thanks for my present then we walked over to catch up with the group. I was happy she had come back to get me, our tour guide knew stories and there were many stories on Dali. We were led back to the bar and I got another brandy and Danielle got some Port wine. We wandered around the exhibit and discussed the paintings. She introduced me to the museum curator and the agent for the paintings. They obviously knew her but seemed to be stunned by the fact that she had a companion. She had introduced me as a workmate but apparently they were skeptical of that. We stayed together for nearly three hours and as the museum was closing I walked her out to her car. "I was thinking I would like a pastrami sandwich from the big deli, would you like to join me?" I asked. "No, don't like pastrami. A Reuben would be nice though. I'll drive." I realized the woman was impulsive and carried a knife in her vocabulary but after I opened her car door for her I got in the passenger seat. The deli was at that perfect part of the evening, the symphony people had left and the opera people were not yet there. We found a table easily. "Great timing," she said and I agreed. We talked about the museum and work. She asked me if I was gay. I chuckled and said, "No, I'm too ugly and have no moustache. Did any one say I was?" "Yes, Doris and Lindy. Both flirted with you and got nothing back so that was their guess." "They flirted with me? Really? I never saw that." "That was what I told them, that you are oblivious." "That characterization hurts me even though it is true. I prefer distracted." "I will amend my observations accordingly to them." "Thank you. Are you gay?" "No, although I have dallied with women on occasion. It has been more than five years since any dalliance. Are you good in bed?" "I am focused and caring. I can control myself well. I am however not one that can fuck your brains out, if you will pardon the expression, I'm more of lover." "Finish your sandwich, we are going to my house." We were soon naked and she was welcoming me to her bed with open arms and legs. I slid my cock into her pussy and gave her the best kiss I could. She had been very ready; she had an orgasm before I took a stroke. I kissed my way to her tits and sucked and kissed her nipples as I covered her pussy with my hand. I rubbed my face on her breasts as I masturbated her, she had another orgasm. I continued down and devoured her pussy through three more orgasms and I licked her fluids to another. I slid up and into her and fucked her as hard as I had ever fucked anyone taking full long strokes into her. She had a big orgasm that took over her whole body and I slowed to a stop. When she seemed to have regained control of herself I rolled us over and she was now on top. She needed time to catch her breath so I just caressed her and kissed her neck. Suddenly she groaned and began to fuck me to Lithuania. She screamed into orgasm and I filled her pussy with cum. She collapsed over me and just panted with exhaustion. She fell asleep before she moved. I covered us up and turned off the lamp and embraced her as I fell asleep. I later felt her slide off me to one side but she still had an arm and a leg over me. I kissed her and went back to sleep. Around dawn I awoke with her fucking me. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was sticking out of the corner of her mouth. Her hair was a wild mess but her tits were dancing for me. I smiled. She was the most adorable woman I had ever seen. She had an intense but quiet orgasm and collapsed over me with her lips on my neck. She was already asleep. I had not cum since at fifty that was a twice a day maybe thing for me. But I was hard and it felt nice to feel cock slowly go to sleep in the wet warm confines of her pussy. The next time I awoke I was alone in bed. I got up to take a leak and passed her as she came out of her bathroom. "Hurry please," she said. I peed, used her mouthwash and washed my face. She saw that my cock was not ready but was not upset over that. "Did you cum in me early this morning?" I fell asleep right after my orgasm." "No I didn't and there is a chance it will be useful soon. If not I have fingers and a tongue. Which would you like first?" "Tongue please." I slid between her legs and kissed her pussy as I caressed her tits. She took a deep breath as I clamped my lips around her clit and began a blowjob, she had a prominent clit. Three or seven orgasms later she pushed me away. I was glad because my jaw was sore. I kissed my way up her body and loved her tits with passion as I masturbated her with the palm of my hand. She was soon pushing my hand away and I slid up and inserted my cock into her very wet pussy. She screamed in orgasm again and I rolled us over. "No more, no more. I would die. No more." I kissed her and embraced her. We were nearly asleep when one of our stomachs growled. She giggled and said, "Breakfast." We did not move for a while. "I can't fix us breakfast if you don't let me go," she said. "Oh, sorry," I said and moved my arms from around her and began to caress her ass softly. "Thank you, that's better she said," but did not move. My cock was still in her pussy and still fully hard. I pressed down on her ass and she sighed. The walls of her pussy hugged my cock. A stomach growled. We laughed. "Well we better get up. I'm not used to being talked to like that." She said. She added, "We need to rinse off first, and I owe you a cum." I soaped and rinsed and kissed her tits and pussy then she soaped and rinsed and sucked my cock until her mouth was full of my ejaculate. She allowed most of it to run out of her mouth then rinsed it. As soon as she was done I kissed her long and softly. I could still taste my cum in her mouth but continued the kiss. She rinsed my cock and her neck and tits then we stepped out. We held hands as we walked to the kitchen still naked. We drank a cup of coffee but she decided to go out for breakfast. "For some reason I'm exhausted," she said with a giggle. We dressed and she drove me to my car and I drove us down to the coast about an hour away and ate brunch at a seaside resort. I said to her, "This is the town I am retiring to. I love this place and the people in it. The food we are eating is excellent as you have noted but in this town it is not in the top ten. The view is number one of course." Two redheads walked by and stopped to kiss me on the lips. I introduced them to Danielle and both kissed her on the lips. The two gave me a thirty-second update on town news, kissed us again and walked on. "How well do you know them?" "Not that well. The taller one was a tennis star for a while and is now superintendent of schools. The other one has a jewelry shop across the street. They are sisters and town royalty. Both are loved by everyone in town." "They kissed you on the lips." "Everyone in this town kisses everyone on the lips. Of some possible interest to you many women in this town are bisexual." "Good to know." On our way out of town I took her on a tour of the town showing her some of the best places including the lesbian biker bar and the fried chicken place. We went to her car and I followed her back to her house. On our drive there I was wondering if it had been a one-night stand. As I walked into her house the first thing she said to me was, "Take me back there next weekend." "OK." Well it was not a one-night stand apparently. We went back to her bed and enjoyed a leisurely fuck as we talked about our lives. We each admitted that the previous nights sex had been the best in our existence. We both admitted it would be very difficult to recreate that fuck but it would be fun trying. We agreed that showing any feelings at work would not be appropriate. It was after midnight before I left her for home. The next morning at work we did not acknowledge each other's presence, then fucked in the storeroom during lunch. Only one person ranked over us in the office and as it was normally the case she took two hour lunches elsewhere. The only day we did not fuck in the storeroom that week was Friday. We knew we had the whole weekend to fuck. We fucked as soon as we were in our room at the resort then went to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We walked to a nearby bar and had a drink then walked to a club next door. She was worried that we would be the oldest there but found it was a very mixed age group ranging from ten years older to twenty years younger. We were pretty much in the majority of the forty to fifty groups. She made friends and when we left we were kissed by many. In bed back at the hotel our sex was nearly as dramatic as it had been the weekend before. We spent most of Saturday on the beach. My cock spent a considerable time in her pussy as we embraced in waist deep water. We were not the only ones doing that but we were apparently the oldest. Somehow that made us feel better. We made love during our shower then went to the upscale Latin restaurant for dinner. She decided she wanted to go to the lesbian biker bar and we had fun there the rest of the evening. Back on our resort bed she said every kiss every woman gave her at the biker bar included a tongue and that her tits and ass were caressed often. "So you had fun?" "Yes, yes I did. Even the young ladies treated me like they wanted me. I saw you were kissed often." "Yes, mostly as thanks for bringing you there." Our fuck was nearly violent that night. We thanked each other before going to sleep. We went back to the beach the next morning and it was mostly deserted, so we fucked on a lounger under an umbrella. We went into the sea to get my cum off us. We left the town at one and when I took her to her home she did not say a word to me. I guessed she was trying to figure out what kind of relationship we had. As soon as I put her suitcase in her bedroom she said, "We need to talk." I prepared for the worst. She said, "We are both fifty years old. The chances of either of us finding someone better are close to nil. But the longer we go without defining our relationship the bigger the chance of a misunderstanding. My thought is that we should get married and avoid such problems." I was stunned, that was not at all what I expected to hear. I understood her concern and I understood her logic. I was ready to put up some mild objections; we had been lovers for just a week. Then I thought I should make some demands but what I said was, "Agreed." She had apparently been holding her breath and as soon as she inhaled she kissed me. She gave herself to me in her kiss. I gave myself to her in my kiss. We married in Vegas that Fourth of July even though we admitted to each other that our marriage had little chance to work. I did not expect us to last over a year. Five years later we retired and moved to the coastal town. Almost immediately we met some aliens and our town moved. We were needed to run an import business and warehouse so we went back to work. Other than ending up with aliens as good friends our lives did not change much. Ten years later we retired again in a brand new world. Then we set-up a coffee shop. Old People Have Sex ONE Trainee social worker Milly Jones is sure her parent's did not engage in 'sexual intercourse'. Trainees are being been urged to use that expression. 'Fornicate' – thay's another new term she's learned in training. The lecturer said it was a word 'more socially acceptable than the word fucking' when referring to sexual intercourse outside of marriage. Well, although not knowing what goes on in her parents' bedroom, Milly believes it isn't much. Furthermore, she's never seen her parents 'at it' on the sofa, out in the hammock, in the back seat of their car or in the shower where normal people do it. Milly believes her parents are normal though perhaps strange as they tend to think and act differently to normal people of Milly's generation. Two weeks after that brief burst of profound thinking about sex and her parents, Milly had an amazing experience when out on her second field trip. She accompanied social worker Alice Mundt on her assignments. Around 10:00 they approached the home of Miss Roberts and her brother Mr Roberts. The appointment had been confirmed, the door was open but no one answered, so Alice walked in calling out, "Hullo." In the sitting room they two females saw something that almost put Milly off sex for life. Mr Roberts was sitting on a chair and Miss Roberts was sitting on his lap, her back against his chest. They were both nude. Alice turned quickly, trying to shield Milly from the gross sight. "Leave the room if you don't feel you can cope with this situation, Milly. I shall understand." "No, it's fine, I wish to observe," Milly gulped, only then realizing that while she'd meant observing Alice in her counseling role, in this context observing had another meaning. Fortunately Alice had turned back to the Roberts so missed seeing sunset come to Milly's face. "Tsssk, tsssk, you two. There is an impressionable young woman in this room with us." "I'd like an impression but this floppy thing of his is not going to give me that, is it?" Alice turned to check on Milly, just catching the remnants of the fading blush. She smiled encouragingly at the eighteen-year-old trainee. "Speaking professionally, Enid, you are unlikely to encourage Harold into achieving one of his rare erections by speaking in a demeaning manner like that. All women know that a man's penis is linked directly to his ego." "I didn't know that," Milly blurted. Alice turned and smiled at her sympathetically. "Come on, Enid, get you fingers under those rusty old balls of his and gently roll them with your fingers. That's it! "Now shift your right hip down his leg a bit – not too far, yes that's right. Now your spine is better aligned to allow you to spread more across the right side of his chest and turn so he may kiss you or perhaps tongue you. Good, excellent." Alice went in closer. "Harold!" she shouted (he is deaf). "Play with Enid's breasts or I'll call them her tits if that gets you going." The grope commenced. "Good boy! Now how about a kiss! "No, not me – kiss Enid." There was a brief silence. "Oh look, everyone," said Enid, looking down beyond the deflated objects that once must have been breasts. Everyone looked and Harold grunted, "It's on the rise!" "We'll leave you two to finish off, but we'll call back this afternoon," said Alice kindly. "Right, but bring the young lass as perhaps she can give us some good tips," chuckled Enid, bringing a return of pink and orange coloring to Milly's face. TWO Out in the car, Alice made some notes. "Will you report they were engaged in sexual activity?" "No, Milly. It's none of our business. We visit to check on their welfare." "But they're brother and sister!" "That's very astute of you, Milly, though that relationship was established in the notes I handed you at your briefing." "Yes, but…" "No buts, Milly. It's their business." They stopped to get coffee and cakes which they consumed in the car park overlooking the river. "Do you think my parents will still engage in sexual intercourse – it's almost twenty years since my brother and I were born?" "In all probability, Milly, unless there are physical or emotional problems that inhibit them." "But I never see them at it." Alice took Milly's hand and smiled. "Dear, you are so young and innocent; it's a pleasure to be working with you. Older people are not like young people; they prefer enjoying their sexual activity behind closed doors. "Are you sexually experienced?" "Not really, although I'm not a virgin. My experience is confined to nervous gropings, although I never was the nervous one, at least not after mum got me on to the pill." "Oh, you poor thing. What you need is to have it off with an older man." "How old?" "As old as you like." Milly looked dumfounded. "You mean the elderly Roberts' are not an exception?" "Goodness no," said Alice, pressing the smaller hand in hers affectionately, and looking at Milly like an aunt would look at her favorite niece. Alice had been pleased to be assigned Milly. The personable trainee was attractive, possessed a lovely figure but above all was very intelligent with an enquiring mind. Other trainees were more docile with all sorts of screw-ups in their lives. In comparison Milly was, well, so fresh. She told the fascinated Milly that a minority of people fornicated practically until their effective life on earth ended. Many others were still at it into their seventies. "Even my grandparents?" "Who knows? Providing any older man can sustain an erection and a woman can bear to have it in an orifice, they are capable of having effective sex." "Any orifice?" "Yes," said Alice, firmly. There was a silence as they watched five ducks land on the water. Milly made no effort to withdraw her hand and Alice stared at their linked hands until Milly sighed. "What are you thinking, Milly." "Oh gosh, it's embarrassing." "Go ahead and ask." "Anything?" "Anything." "You're not married, so who do you have sex with, Alice?" "Anyone barring relatives and patients." "Anyone – does that include women?" "Actually that's been my preference in recent years, dear." The conversation stopped dead, yet Milly left her hand where it was. Finally Milly spoke, almost whispering. "I'd like to have sex with you if you want me." Milly yelped as her hand was squeezed by her solidly-built forty-three year old companion. No apologizing, knowing that she'd not really hurt Milly, Alice checked the time and said they had time for one leisurely fingering. Alice said when they were together like this they should forget technical niceties. She then asked whether Milly wanted to be the giver or receiver. Flushed with excitement and a little embarrassed, Milly said: "I have been sitting here wondering what your cunt is like. I chose to be the giver." Smiling broadly at the innocence of that confession, Alice rose and pulled her panties down over her knees and lifted one leg out of them. She then draped one leg over Milly's knees, giving the giver maximum access. "Oooh, your cunt is big – the vulva is the size of a small dish," breathed Milly. This time it was Alice who flushed and she jerked her hips forward quite unintentionally. Oh yeah, was this youngster a natural! Alice jumped again when feeling a rush of warm air blown over her vulva, Thank Christ she had a hand towel in the glove box – she'd be in danger of being sluiced dry if this kept up. "Pretty, pretty pussy lips; pretty, pretty pussy lips; pretty, pretty pussy lips," sang Milly, leaving Alice to roll up her eyes in wonderment; how could life be so kind! Slim fingers parted Alice's labia and two of them dipped into her vagina. Don't forget the prize, my impressive clitoris, breathed Alice, just as it was stroked for the first time. "Goodness gracious – what beauty," Milly enthused, giving it a couple of good twangs. Already red-faced through arousal, Alice simply let go and quivered as a cluster of minior quakes rippled through her vagina. She couldn't recall in recent years orgasming so quickly. Milly sat up, licking goo from her fingers, causing Alice to moan and orgasm again as she watched this over-the-top display of this little vixen. The little strumpet was more experienced than she'd implied! Alice helped herself to some drippings then, after checking that there were not under close observation, leaned over and kissed Milly. They entwined tongues, releasing only when hearing a raised voice say, "Well I never!" The offended woman walking her dog was already someway off, and Alice hoped that she'd not been close enough to read the signwriting markings on the car identifying it was a department vehicle. THREE Eight days after her memorable field trip, Milly set out to have sex with an older man. Deliberately she targeted a very much older man - Mr Peters who she knew was sixty-six as she'd organized his recent birthday party. Mr Peters lived in the house beside the home of Milly and her now presumably sexually active parents. Mr Peters was sexually active because he'd admitted it, but only after intense hassling by the inquisitive Milly, whom he adored. Sometimes when they were on to their second bottle of wine he'd call Milly, "My Memory of Youth." She thought that was very sweet, and the last time he mentioned that, only two days ago, she decided that Mr Peters would do nicely to have his older cock into her young cunt to really remind him of his youth. Milly wished she could have told Mr Peters that filthy description of her intentions. Words like that made she feel 'hot' and would probably rev up Mr Peters as well. Mrs Peters went south on the last week of every second month to stay with her sister, which was the week when Milly had developed the habit over almost ten years of popping in to give Mrs Peter's husband some company – "Quality Time" he called it. That led to Milly cooking for him and then soon Milly was being invited to stay and eat with him. When Milly turned seventeen some eighteen months ago, Mr Peters had opened a bottle of wine and thereafter that had become standard practice; more recently a second bottle being opened. "I'm going to cook dinner for Mr Peters, mum," Milly called, aware that her mother would have had a fit if knowing what her daughter was hoping to accomplish. "Fine darling, your father and I are going out for dinner at the Luke's. Mind you don't drink too much over there. I thought you were rather tipsy when arriving back home the last couple of times." "Who me? "Bye mum." In theory, Mr Peters didn't have a chance of resisting being carried away by her frontal assault, thought Milly. She'd planned her seduction meticulously. At the same time she knew that old folk could be pretty stubborn. "Hi, it's Milly," she said, entering the house and locking the door. Mr Peters was already at the fridge pulling out a bottle of cheap white wine. "Hello sweetie," he said, saying that he'd marinated two beautiful steaks and had also bought a big slab of apple pie. He boggled when Sweetie bowled up to him and kissed him full on the lips, and murmuring "Hmmmmh." Sweetie always kissed him on the cheek. "I've got us some oysters – you know what they are?" "Sea food?" stalled Mr Peters, wondering if his little sweetie even knew the word aphrodisiac. But Milly appeared to have finished that line of conversation and was now telling him to put on some music. "You want something to jingle along with those boobies of yours?" In recent months Mr Peters had got a little personal, mentioning that she was "becoming a fine young woman" and "showing nice development" but this was the first time he'd elevated to mentioning boobs. "Oh good heavens, what am I saying; whatever was I thinking?" "It is acceptable that an older man with excellent vision and a lively brain interprets what he sees." "Huh?" "It's all right; I've got a touch of verbal diarrhea. But I'm glad you like my boobies." They laughed. She couldn't believe he's gifted her that opening, and was pleased that her reply was a bull's-eye. At the bench Milly bent to get glass dishes, pretending she was having difficulty finding them in the bottom draw. They were the first things she'd seen. She was wearing her short black dress and self-supporting fishnet stockings. Dragging her torso down to the drawer she knew that Mr Peters was getting an eyeful of stockings, white flesh above them and the crutch of her new red silk panties. It was very quiet over at the table, unnaturally quite. She glanced in that direction as she straightened up and was rewarded by seeing Mr Peters, sitting there frozen, mouth agape. Brilliant! "I went shopping today?" "Really?" "Yes, bought some new underwear. Rather sexy." "Really?" choked Mr Peters. Milly gave the impression she was about to ask did he want to see, then smiled and turned away. Glancing back she saw Mr Peters taking a big gulp of wine. Nervous, Milly was also worried. This was going too well according to plan. Any moment now either the phone would ring, someone would knock at the door or Mr Peters would feel the pressure building up and bolt. With this uncertainty, she was not concentrating well and almost dropped the oysters. Milly started the steaks on the hot plate and walked over to the table with the oysters with a scene from an old movie prominent in mind. "Sorry, only spotted one glass dish. We'll have to share." Mr Peters could have said there was a whole drawer of them, but for some reason he didn't. Milly forked an oyster, and just like in that old movie, when she leaned forward and Mr Peters opened his mouth, she opened her mouth. Mr Peters looked startled but the oyster dropped on to his tongue and he swallowed. He watched Milly fork another oyster and drop it on to her tongue and swallow while she stared at him and went, "Hmmmm." Five more oysters were fed to Mr Peters in similar manner, with both of them opening their mouths, and he watched Milly feed five to herself. Tension in the room was high. Milly saw little beads of sweat appear on his forehead and her crotch and under her arms felt damp. Although Milly doesn't have a big bust, she was wearing a half-bra so leaned forward slowly, kissed Mr Peters on the cheek lightly and then withdrew slowly, maximizing the time he had to look down her shirt if interested; he appeared very interested. Well, that was it. Milly had completed her presentation in the true sense of the word. If Mr Peters were warm-blooded and at all promiscuous he would react in due course; she must exercise patience. Milly was on tenterhooks when Mr Peters finally struck when finishing his apple pie. "You mentioned earlier that you have acquired new underwear. Does anyone ever get to see it?" "Would you like that person to be you?" The rapidity of the response and its directness caught Mr Peters by surprise. "Yes," he replied, swallowing hard. "I don't want you telling anyone about this, Mr Peters. This is something that I'm simply doing for a dear friend." The relief on Mr Peters' face was something to behold. He poured another glass of wine and sat back on his chair, waiting impatiently for the show to begin. Milly took off her shirt, revealing her red half-bra with its red satin inserts. She backed up to Mr Peters and asked him to unclasp it. "You will get a better idea of the workmanship if you inspect it up close," she simpered. He did what he was told. As the bra fall away Milly did two pirouettes to distance herself so that Mr Peters could see but not touch. She was pleased at the result: Mr Peters had the cute bra in his hands, but that's not what he was looking at. In all probability it was twenty years minimum since he's seen a pert pair of breasts curving upwards from just under the nipples. Milly dropped her skirt, and thrust her pelvis forward. "Milly, Milly! croaked Mr Peters. Come into my arms, I desperately need to hold you." She dropped into his arms like a butterfly, and then rammed her tongue into his mouth. The result was electrifying: a tongue wrapped around hers, pulling it further into his mouth and his hand clamped on to her right breast. "Oh Mr Peters, this is very nice," she said, coming up for air. "This is something I've long waited to get from you." Milly didn't expect a man well past his sexual prime to place her on her back then draw her up on to her shoulders, step across her and then bend his cock down and into her from a standing position like young Ivan Fender did with ravaging her. But she was disappointed that Mr Peters laid her flat to 'missionary' her. How dull! Prior to that, Mr Peters exposed himself to her, almost apologetic. But no apology was necessary. Hanging out of his trousers was almost six and a half inches of sleek and slim cock. Milly had imagined it would be wrinkled like his surrounding skin, or at least the skin she normally saw on his face, arms and hands. Not at all. So pleased was she that she bent down and took the first half of it into her mouth and felt it throb, establishing it was very much alive. Mr Peters looked as if he'd just inherited a fortune. Two calloused hands landed on her boobs, but so what? Her tits were used to rough hands and had been clawed and pummeled, sucked and dribbled on by assorted males, though never more than one at the time. Suddenly her nipples were achingly stiff; what was he doing? wondered Milly, deciding to lift her head to look. Mr Peters was palming her orbs in concentric circling that fell just short of the areola. Then he was swinging his head from side to side to allow his tongue to sweep over each nipple. Her breasts seemed to swell and her cunt was dripping; she knew she was ready for him. "Put it in," she said thickly. Mr Peters did as instructed, eventually. He placed Milly on the bed with her head towards the base, and she wondered why she'd been positioned so deliberately. It soon became clear. Mr Peters dropped his trousers and his underpants, but like a gentleman kept on his shirt and socks. Milly was glad he hadn't been wearing a tie otherwise he may have kept that on! Like a rider climbing into the saddle, Mr Peters hooked his toes between the mattress and the bed head. In a flash Milly realized what he was doing – the cunning old ram was digging in to get maximum purchase! The cigar-shared intruder slid slowly into Milly, and she felt every half inch as it advanced incrementally. It was great, in fact as far as she could remember up there with the best of them except Willie Johnston who seemed to be half man, half horse. Then as he began sliding in and out of her Milly could feel herself being pulled back towards the headboard against each thrust. She hadn't realized that fucking could be so technical. The man was brilliant, giving her the impression, one would have to assume – falsely, that at each forward thrust as he pulled her back he was getting maximum penetration. Milly honestly believed she was sprawled out under a grunting genius. After a few minutes, about the time half the fellows she'd ever been with would have ejaculated into her or all over her, he was simply maintaining the same leisurely pace; virtually send her climbing up the wall. Every nerve end was white-hot and shouting for release. After twenty minutes she was a helpless, gurgling mass, having orgasmed perhaps sixty times; she'd lost the ability to keep counting. Mr Peters looked concerned and asked, "At the end of your tether, dear?" Gurgling, she looked at him appealing, unable to speak. The thrusting stopped immediately, Mr Peters withdrew his penis, it was now looking almost fire-engine red, and stroked it twice. A trickle of cum seeped out and slipped over the end. Old People Have Sex "Oh, you poor sod," sobbed Milly, barely conscious, sad that there was something he couldn't do. Everything else had been just fine. Mr Peters worked at it again, this time his fist pulled right over the cock-head and back again. Amazingly, a half dozen wads of thick gunk were fired out, landing over her face. Then a flow of milky liquid landed on her belly and tits and kept coming in such a stream that for a moment she mistakenly thought he was pissing on her. When that stream petered out Mr Peters took his hand away and said, "That, my dear, was an unbelievable fuck. You are very good." An hour later, after a short sleep and a shower, Milly staggered home, still uncoordinated, weak kneed and very red in the face. Her mother was most concerned: "Oh my poor darling, straight to bed you go, you have the 'flu." FOUR That momentous steak-and-fuck evening was almost a year ago. Milly is now a probationary social worker with her own case-load, operating under the administrative supervision of Alice Mundt. The two meet for lunch most weekdays in the back of Alice's new department vehicle – a van. The woman walking along the riverbank with her dog no longer reports suspicious midday behavior in the van because the police never take action once the location is identified as the notorious 'semen car park' on the riverbank. Milly still gives Mr Peters his elixir during the last week of every second month. Although subsequent sessions never achieved the peak of the first time they got together – which Mr Peters claimed was his first fuck in eleven years – they both still give it everything because they never know if it's Mr Peters' last. Today when Milly was coming out of the bank she collided with a pleasant-looking dark suited man carrying a brief-case. He looked in his mid-twenties. They apologized and brushed each other off with their eyes, he licking his lips at Milly's neatly bundled tits and she seeing a distinct outline of broad chest and very flat tummy. Without really thinking, Milly asked him if he dated. He was taken-aback so asked what could he say, Milly said he could say yes, so that's what he said. His next question was what time did she finish work. That's Milly racing for the door now – she's just signed off. Alice has told her this one sounds like 'Mr Right'. Milly is under the impression, as is Alice, that Alice is never wrong. THE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>