All characters are over the age of 18 years old and all players are consenting adults.
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OLD MRS SPENCER
Sandra Spencer was my most regular customer. She would come for a massage every day if Nurse Adams could fit her into my schedule.
Like so many women born in the 1940s, she witnessed the sexual revolution without really experiencing it. She saw her daughters and sons having the fun she wanted to have but she was born in the wrong decade. Her family and her stodgy old husband's ideas about sex as procreation left this naturally lusty woman sexually frustrated for over sixty years.
Now well into her eighties, her frustrations have grown into a mania.
Many, even most, women at this time of their lives, have buried their feelings and urges. They allow nature to take its course, turning them from the sexual creatures they could be, to sad, empty old women, sitting around and waiting for their number to come up.
For a very rare few this is not an option. Sandra Spencer's staggering needs have kept her alert and fiery. She knew it was true that you lose it if you don't use it.
She didn't get her first vibrator until she turned sixty. On the same week as her husband passed away she drove herself to Everything Adult on the other side of town and purchased the 'Mega Man'. She told me it was shaped like a great big pink cock - ten inches long, rubber, multiple speeds - absolutely state of the art at the time. She wore it out in three weeks.
By the time she had moved to St. Ophelia Retirement Village she had a collection of toys that was second to none and she used them morning, noon and night in search of the marvelous orgasms she could give herself.
She confessed to me that she doesn't go for more than a few hours without a climax.
"I simply must have it Johnny. Otherwise I become quite desperate," she told me once. "I really cannot function without it..."
This is The Reverend Mother's mantra... sex as a door to good health. The nun told me that Sandra Spencer's nymphomania galvanized her idea to try and change the village's sexual attitudes.
"She is not the only one Johnny," she would sermonize. "All my ladies have a little of her in them and God has put me here to help them!"
Sometimes when I opened the door to the waiting room I'd find Mrs. Spencer standing there, like a junky searching for a fix, her dear old round face looking up at me with expectation and need written all over. If I couldn't fit her in, her disappointment was palpable and heart-rendering.
This particular afternoon though, she had an appointment.
At 5.30 I was sitting in my empty waiting room waiting for her to walk through the door. I had a serious crush on this dear old lady, so much so that even waiting for her was a pleasure. Her needs were extreme but they were matched by mine - as they often are with older women and younger men.
The late afternoon sun coming through the high hopper windows cast everything in that drab little waiting room with a soft golden glow and I found myself fantasizing about Sandra's plump curvy body.
When she was suddenly standing in front of me I thought at first I was still dreaming. Rays of light silhouetted her, tracing through her curly white hair and sparkled off her glasses. It took me a few seconds to draw her sweet grandmotherly face into focus, smiling down at me, her big rosy cheeks plumping up pink and sweet like crabapples.
She was wearing the pale pink quilted robe she always wore. Thinking it looked a little like an overcoat rather than the dressing-gown it was, she felt she could safely wear it on the walk between her little unit and my massage rooms without drawing too much attention. And she was right of course. In the sheltered atmosphere of St. Ophelia's Retirement Village, the ladies can get away with all sorts of outlandish fashions.
She was never a tall woman and age had shrunk her a little as well but bright green eyes sparkled out of her round jolly face. Her big rosy cheeks and deep laugh lines around the corners of her mouth and eyes completed the picture of everyone's plump round grandmother.
"Hello Johnny dear," she said in that husky breathless tone she had. Sandra Spencer has the dry raspy voice of a smoker, mixed with molasses - that slow measured tone that only old women have.
"Hello Mrs. Spencer," I said happily, flashing her with my biggest boyish grin. "I've been really looking forward to seeing you..."
"Dear Johnny," she croaked. "You are such a sweet boy,"
Sitting carefully down on the bench beside me, she took my hands in hers, leaning forward for a kiss hello. A gentle kiss on the lips, and then another that lingered a little longer.
And then our lips were glued together.
As our tongues intertwined I felt her hands on my back and neck, eagerly pulling me close, desperately holding me tight.
"I so look forward to our sessions Johnny dear," she gasped throatily. "I can't wait to feel your hands on me..."
Mrs. Spencer's gown fell open as she leaned towards me and I saw she was naked underneath. She always was. We had dispensed with any pretense of modesty long ago.
The magnificent swell of her huge sagging breasts was too inviting to resist. The dear old woman shook with excitement as I slid my hand between the fold of her robe and groped a large tit, squeezing the nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmmm," she sighed into my mouth and pressed even harder against mine.
The flesh of her gigantic tits was cool and soft. Her big protruding nipples hardened into the palms of my hand.
"Shall we g.. get started, Mrs. S... Spencer?" I stuttered.
"Mmm, yes yes Johnny dear, let's."
I stood up and helped her carefully to her feet. She was eager but her old legs let her down a bit sometimes. Taking her hand I escorted her into the massage room.
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A SEA OF BOOB
I always dismissed Nurse Adams when Mrs. Spencer visited. The nurse hated this of course. The crazy bitch got so desperately jealous - but Mrs. Spencer liked having me to herself.
"What on earth is so different about this old lady anyway?" The nurse would ask in that pissed off English accent of hers. "Has she got a 'magic pussy'?
It's true that Mrs. Spencer had the most terrific libido and her cunt was especially tempting. Her plump round body, with her huge tits and massive ass, drove always drove me crazy with lust... but there were plenty of ladies like that here at the St. Ophelia Retirement Village.
The truth was something I couldn't expect the nurse to understand. She just refused to see that Mrs. Spencer was special for me because she needed me the most. Nurse Adams was not cut out to have empathy.
Years of enforced celibacy that this naturally horny woman had suffered had turned her into an 84 year old sex kitten. Old as she was she fucked and sucked like a thousand dollar a night whore - nothing was off the table. There were few women in the village with a lust like hers and none were octogenarians. She and I were perfect together and I think the only time the old woman was truly happy was when I was fucking her.
So the nurse was gone.
I knew she was sitting next door with The Reverend Mother, watching us from behind the big long two-way mirror that made up a full wall of my massage room but that was ok. I liked them watching. The Reverend Mother would already be recording us with her video cameras and microphones...
The old woman knew this as well. She used the nun's videos all the time for the purpose they were intended, masturbation material for all the horny old women in the village.
As far as Sandra Spencer was concerned, we were alone. She liked to have me all to herself and that suited me just fine as well. I didn't want to share this delightful old woman either.
I stripped off in front of her, slow and tantalizing, just how she liked it. Sandra peered at me through her big square spectacles as she watched me undress, studying my slim muscular body. The big thick lenses perched on the end of her nose magnified her eyes like an owl.
My uniform is easy to discard so I slowed it right down for her like a good Chippendale boy. My simple white t-shirt was slowly peeled off and my white drawstring pants I lowered down in slow motion.
Then I was naked - my horny nine-inch cock sticking up hard and erect, lecherously pointing at her.
"Lovely, lovely..." she muttered, groping between her legs with one hand, under the folds of her robe, and running the other over my rippling six-pack stomach.
The dear old woman unselfconsciously rubbed her hyper-sensitive pussy, wide-eyed and smiling wantonly up at me as I lifted the pale pink gown off her shoulders.
We stood naked in front of each other then, enjoying the other's adoration. My god she was gorgeous.
She put her arms around my neck and we kissed long and deep. Her breath was minty. I ran my hands down her back and over her broad fat bum and I felt her hands doing the same, grasping my tight ass cheeks and rubbing herself up against me. We swayed together like we were dancing, waltzing without music, my hard cock squeezed up against her round pot belly.
"Ahhh how lovely," she sighed, resting her head against my chest.
She did not the body of a catwalk model - quite the opposite really. Mrs. Spencer may have been a pinup girl in her day but now her body was plump and stooped with age, squat like a fertility goddess from some pagan island. She was showing the typical signs of wear you'd expect in an eighty year old - loose skin tone and extra padding in the 'comfort areas'. Her wide pear-shaped body was a series of swells and dips with lovely warm rounded edges sagging.
She drove me crazy...
"I love your body Mrs. Spencer," I gasped hungrily as I nibbled her earlobe.
The old woman giggled like a little girl. "You say such sweet things, Johnny," she tittered, her flushed cheeks going a deeper shade of scarlet.
Watermelon shaped tits with huge tubular nipples hung low on either side of a plump round belly - a belly that also sagged, hanging over her pussy. Her pubic hair was brown and grey trimmed neatly around her drooping pussy lips and prominent large clitoris.
Mrs. Spencer's unusually wide hips and a correspondingly large bottom seemed too big for her frame. Disproportionately large ass cheeks bulged out over her thick thighs and big fleshy legs that were required to hold up her plump little body.
She could have been anyone's grandmother really.
As we kissed and groped each other I ran a hand over her pussy, teasing her big meaty cunt. She moaned with lust as stroked my fingers back and forth, teasing and probing the gaping hole and tweaking her big erect clit. Her inflamed pussy was already wet and ready.
