Entertainment for Seniors

They arrived promptly at the old man's home at the agreed-to time. The old man showed them inside, ushering them upstairs to a small bedroom.

Once there, the old man studied them. The woman stood about 5'5", was pretty, slender, looked to be in her mid-forties. She had red hair and green eyes. She wore a simple white blouse and a short red plaid skirt.

The woman's partner was a boy, young, fresh faced, rather innocent looking. Taller than the woman, he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

The woman asked the old man, "Is this what you were expecting?" A trace of a Russian accent accompanied her words.

The old man smiled. "Yes. I am quite pleased." He turned to the boy. "Just how old are you anyway?"

The woman interjected. "The boy is eighteen. I assure you."

"Good. Good." He sat down in a chair facing the bed. "Whenever the two of you are ready," he said.

"One thing before we begin," the woman said matter-of-factly. "You are not permitted to touch either of us, only to watch. Do you understand?"

The old man nodded.

The woman led the boy to the edge of the bed, where both sat down facing each other. They began kissing, at first lightly, then gradually began to grope at one another. The woman paused a moment, whispering to the boy, "Your mother must never find out about this." He nodded.

They resumed kissing, their passion growing more intense. "Nice, nice," the man remarked. "I like it. Let me see more."

By now the boy had begun to fondle the woman's breasts. She did not discourage him. Then one of his hands disappeared beneath her skirt. Again, the woman did nothing to stop the boy's advances. When his hand did reappear, the boy raised his sticky fingers to his nose and took a strong sniff.

"Oh yeah," the man whispered at the sight of the boy becoming increasingly intimate with the woman. He was convinced the two were not play acting... that everything he was seeing was spontaneous. "Okay," he said, "Now I want you both to take off your clothes for me. Everything."

The two stood up, and the woman proceeded to remove her street clothes. The old man was beside himself as she took down her panties, revealing a thick bush of reddish-brown pubic hair the same color as the hair on her head. Thank goodness, he mused in gratitude, she doesn't shave down there. Or under her armpits. Her breasts were titillatingly tiny and perfectly formed.

The boy soon followed the woman's lead, removing his jeans and tee shirt before dropping his undershorts. His penis was nearly fully erect. He gave it a few tugs, probably out of habit. The old man was quick to notice it's proportions were, to say the least, enviable.

Suspecting the boy's English was not that good, the old man turned to the woman again. "The boy... has he learned to perform cunnilingus?"

"Yes," the woman replied. "He likes it. He's become rather good at it."

"Good," he replied. "Then I'd like to watch him go down on you."

The woman sat down on the edge of the bed, parting her thighs. The boy dropped to his knees and rocked forward until his lips felt the bristle of her pubic mound. He slid his hands beneath her thighs, then began to lick her there, gently at first, then with increasing passion as he became drawn in by her natural charms.

The woman placed her palms on the back of the boy's head, guiding him in his pleasuring of her. Soon her head was thrown back, quiet moans emanating from her lips, interspersed with soft words designed to encourage the boy. "Yes, that's it. Keep licking me. Right there, yes! Don't stop."

Realizing the two were by now totally into each other, the boy lapping feverishly at the woman's cunt, the old man covertly reached down and retrieved her panties lying on the floor where they had fallen. Without taking his eyes off of her he turned the delicate garment inside out and pressed them to his face. His nostrils quickly filled with their faint aroma--musky with a trace of sweetness--their odor uniquely hers. The old man was not disappointed. Yet at the same time he found himself growing quite envious of the boy.

He continued to watch in utter amazement as the boy began to explore the woman's anus with the tip of his middle finger, then pressed gently until it slid inside. He continued pressing until his finger was up as far as it could go, keeping it well inserted while continuing to lap at her with his tongue. When the woman started to cry out it became obvious to him the boy had succeeded in delivering her to a shuddering, boisterous orgasm.

Once things had quieted down the old man turned to the boy. "Okay, son, now it's your turn. Show me how much of a man you can be with her. Let me see you finish what you started."

His gratification delayed by all the time he'd spent with his face between her legs, the boy finally mounted the woman on her back and wasted no time in initiating coitus. Once he fell into the rhythm of fucking her, the old man could see the boy's scrotum bumping the woman's perineum with each forward thrust. Though she was still the object of his desire, he was no longer looking down at her; rather, straight ahead in the direction of the headboard, preparing to take his own pleasure. His eyes were now shut.

The old man's gaze was fixed on the boy, watching for signs of pressure building up inside him; for some signal that he could no longer hold back and was at last forced to satisfy his needs. When the moment finally came it was loud and intense, lasting nearly twenty seconds before the boy quit thrusting inside the woman and lay still, quietly clutching her, his penis still conjoined.

Meanwhile, the old man fell back in his chair, marveling at what he'd just witnessed. He had no idea viewing it from just a few feet away was going to be this exciting.

Once the peculiar pair had left, the man sat alone, quietly reflecting. Convinced he'd just witnessed the most riveting act in all of nature, his heart was still racing. It had been worth every penny to have the woman and the boy come to his home and entertain him with their sexual skills. And for him it had been especially thrilling, after so many years, to once again see how delicious a woman looks naked. He couldn't wait to share today's experience with his male friends.

The old man had witnessed clear proof that the boy, despite his tender age, had been able to demonstrate he had what it takes to be a man with a grown woman.

The man he could no longer hope to be.