Senior Citizens Eden Ch 3

One morning after breakfast, Katherine stopped John outside the dining room and asked him if he would stop up at her apartment afterwards. She said she wanted to confide in him on a matter of importance to her. John queried, "In a half hour or so?"

"Fine, John. I'll see you in a half hour," Katherine replied. John wondered what Katherine's concern was. She seemed a little serious. He needed, first, to attend to his toilet and shower. After a half hour had passed, John appeared at Katherine's door, which, as usual, was open. John walked in calling, "Katherine? John! Are you here?"

Katherine called from the kitchen, "Come in John. I'm making a pot of coffee for the two of us."

John sat at the kitchen table while Katherine poured and spoke, "You're probably wondering what this is all about John, but it's a matter of intimacy and you're one of few that would understand. You know Fred. He's one of your pals. Fred and I have been having sex off and on and I've grown to like him. I like him so much as to be able to feed his fantasies and, thus, help his sexual performance. Fred happened to mention that he would really enjoy having someone watch him have sex. It really turned him on. I'm not sure that he's ready for a three way party, but he thought he'd like to experience this fantasy once in his life. I mentioned you to him and told him of our one time encounter. He said he would feel comfortable with you present. I told him I would ask and this is where we are now. Well, what do you think?"

John was excited over this new experience, the experience of being a voyeur. Still, he calmly and modestly replied, "If you and Fred will be comfortable, I will be glad to oblige. I assume he wants me as a looker and not as a participant."

Sensitive to his needs, Katherine replied, "Neither Fred nor I have any objection to your watching us in the nude and masturbating if you so choose. It would be terribly unfair of us to expect you to sit and experience no emotion whatsoever."

"Great," said John. "Tell me when and I'll be ready. Did you want me to say anything to Fred? Or will you handle that? If he would feel a little more comfortable discussing it with me, tell him that I'd be happy to talk with him."

"I'll mention our discussion and we'll let him decide, John. In fact, I'll call him after we finish our coffee. Maybe he'll want to give it a try this morning. God knows I need it," Katherine added. "In fact, I'm wet just thinking about it. Feel." She took my hand and moved it between her thighs. It was indeed hot as was Katherine's and John's yearning.

"Let me taste it, Katherine," John gasped. She drew back her dress and revealed the cunt that he so desired and drank with joy the fluids of her passion. "This beats coffee any day," he added coming up for air. Katherine laughed. "I'd better be going. I'll wait for your call," John added and left.

An eternity seemed to have passed. John's excitement almost got the better of him when he returned to his apartment. His dick throbbed and he desperately wanted to masturbate to relieve the tension. "A shower might help," he thought. It did, and, afterwards, he sat on his lounge naked and dreamt of the potential of the morning. Thirty minutes had in fact passed and the phone rang.

Katherine asked, "Can you come down an hour from now? Fred is anxious and ready. You know I am." She added, "Just come right in. Fred and I may be into a little foreplay when you come, but just have a seat. My lounge chair faces my bed. Make yourself comfortable if you know what I mean. See you in an hour, sweetie!"

The hour passed quickly. John came to Katherine's door, opened it quietly and slipped in, locking it behind him. He headed for the bedroom. Indeed, Fred and Katherine were already into their lovemaking. They acknowledged John's presence with a smile and continued with no words spoken. Fred was nude, the first John had ever seen him so. His abundant gray hair looked windblown. His cock still lay limp as he and Katherine kissed and fondled each other. The gray hairs on his chest glistened under the soft light of the bedroom. A slight paunch led down to a cock encased in abundant gray hair. It was obvious that John's entrance had an effect on Fred. From its flaccid state, it mushroomed to a full six inches and stood round and stately under John's gaze. The muscularity of Fred's youth was still apparent in his thighs and calves. His eighty years hadn't diminished those physical features.

Katherine responded to Fred's rigidity. She knelt between his legs and took his cock deep into her throat. In kneeling, her cunt turned to John for direct viewing and he could see and figuratively taste the wetness of Katherine. Fred's head faced John. He winked and motioned for John to take his clothes off. He watched closely as John removed his shoes and socks as well as his shirt. As John stood to remove his pants and underwear, Fred raised his head slightly to get a good glimpse of John's cock. Needless to say, John's hardness met Fred's eyes and he groaned with the excitement that Katherine's tongue and John's stiffness provided.

To his surprise, being a voyeur was comfortable to John. He could enjoy the activity and his own body without any obligation to others except himself. He could control his excitement through a slow manipulation of his very hard cock. His strokes were long and slow. He massaged the glans with the profusion of fluids that came from his prostate. Fred watched his every move, obviously enjoying every moment. Fred then motioned to Katherine for a change of position. He wanted a sixty-nine. That way, he would suck Katherine's cunt and still keep his head toward John to enjoy John's excitement. It was getting hard for John to stay in control now. His cock and his mind wanted to get into the action. Seeing Fred's tongue dart in and out of Katherine's cunt made John want to kneel over Fred's head and stick his hard dick into Katherine's wet cunt. The only thing that kept him from it was his lack of familiarity with Fred's likes and dislikes. He wasn't sure how Fred would react to licking John's cock and Katherine's cunt simultaneously. So he stayed in his chair, his legs spread, his cock in his hand, his excitement in control. Katherine wanted some of Fred's hard cock too. She drew her cunt from Fred's face and lay with her head facing John.

Before Fred's entry into Katherine's hot cunt, Fred took his hard cock into his hand and slowly massaged it. It bounced freely before him and he collected the juice from the tip of his cock and tasted. The gray hair of his chest and belly glistened with his sweat and the juices of Katherine's wet cunt. Fred knelt in such a way as to give John a full view of his cock as he pulled back his foreskin and tasted. Then he aimed his stiff shaft into Katherine's cunt and slowly but deeply moved it back and forth. The movement of Fred's hips, the tensing of his stomach and groin muscles, excited John greatly. But the deep thrusts into Katherine's cunt excited him more. John could tell that Fred was close to coming. Fred knew it, too, and decided to delay his orgasm to prolong the ecstasy.

He withdrew from Katherine's cunt and bent forward to have Katherine take his hard cock into her mouth, sucking the juices from her cunt. John got a better view of Fred's cock now. It was a healthy six inches of cock, swollen, and throbbing with lust. Most likely, Katherine could be credited for Fred's heightened sexuality, too. Her open-mindedness and compassion for Fred's sexual well being served them both well.

Fred now had Katherine reverse her head away from John. He turned his back to John and drove his hard cock into Katherine. It was a new view for John, an exhilarating one at that. He came to see for the first time in his life, that the cock's shaft was much longer when viewed from the rear. It was perceptible high above Fred's testicles, almost to his asshole. This was the most erotic view of fucking John had ever imagined, mainly because he had never witnessed a live fuck at such close range. He could also sense that there was finality to Fred's thrusts now. So John stroked his hard cock with that same finality. At each of Fred's thrusts, John stroked long. Katherine sensed it, too. She began to moan and respond to Fred's thrusts with reciprocal thrusts of her pelvis. And then it came. Katherine, Fred, and John cried out as one in the ecstasy of their orgasms. John could see Fred's come oozing from Katherine's cunt along with her orgasmic juices. John rose up, swiped at that abundance of fluids to taste and shot his load at Fred's cock and Katherine's cunt. With that he fell back into the chair utterly spent. So too did Fred and Katherine. Only then did Fred motion to John to lay with them, Katherine in the middle. Katherine dozed with her hand on Fred and John's cocks while Fred and John's hands intertwined and playfully massaged Katherine's wet cunt. They all slept for an hour.

Chapter 8

John, Charlie, Grace, and Marie

One evening, while Charlie visited with John, the conversation eventually got around to sex. John mentioned the encounter with Grace and Marie, and, immediately, Charlie grew excited at this narrative of John's. It was dark and John got up to glance at Grace's apartment.

"Well, Charlie, we might be in for some entertainment. It looks like Grace and Marie are beginning to get it on," John stated excitedly. Charlie got up quickly and joined John at the window. There, on the sofa, sat Grace and Marie in an obvious embrace, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Charlie stood riveted by the action and rooted them on. Minutes into this foreplay, Grace and Marie removed their blouses and bras and sat with their breasts exposed. Charlie was a tit man and he gasped excitedly, "Oh! God, what lovely tits on those two. If I could only get my mouth on them, I would never eat or sleep ever."

John laughed, "That, my boy, would be my idea of Nirvana, dying with a tit in my mouth."

They both watched as Marie gently explored Grace's breasts with her mouth and tongue. Grace, in turn, fondled Marie's. The light was adequate to note their hardened nipples and the differences in the two. Marie's breasts were long and tubular, swiveling as pendants as she sucked on Grace's nipples. Grace's breasts, on the other hand, were round and full, like melons and Charlie thought, "Twice as juicy." Just as he thought that, Marie slid Grace's skirt off to reveal her nakedness. Neither apparently wore anything under their skirts, a fact both John and Charlie made mental notes of. They would look for those signs of nudity the next time they met in the dining room or on the grounds.

Charlie's ninety years showed little in physical lack. As he stood next to John rapt in Grace's and Marie's lovemaking, he stroked through his pant leg what was an obvious hard on. John went beyond this. His hard cock stood majestically framed in his opened fly, his right hand stroking it gently. It was the motion that attracted Charlie's attention. In the dim light, Charlie caught a glimmer of wetness on John's cock. He also noted the veins that accented John's rigidity.

The head, bulbous, red, and throbbing excited Charlie. He reached out with his left hand and took John's hard cock into his hand, at the same time tasting the drippings that emanated from the end of John's cock. With his right hand, he undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the ground. Since he wore no underwear, he stood naked before John, saying, "Let's get comfortable. Take your clothes off."

John needed no encouragement. He stripped in an instant and embraced Charlie, his hard cock implanted firmly between Charlie's legs as they kissed deeply and felt each other's warmth and sensuousness. They stood together in an embrace watching Grace and Marie in their lovemaking. Then, Grace spread Marie's legs, tasted her hot cunt, and strapped on a dildo. She inserted it into Marie's hot and writhing cunt. This was too much for Charlie. He bent over, his head on the windowsill, viewing the scene of intense lovemaking, telling John to stick his hard cock into his ass. This allowed both Charlie and John to watch as well as be proactive in this long distance orgy. Charlie's asshole was relaxed and received John's hard 8-inch cock freely. John's hardness was what Charlie needed for he experienced something new, never having been penetrated anally.

The experience added a new dimension of sensuality. He felt, for the first time, his prostate being massaged by a hard cock. And the sensation was otherworldly. The massage caused Charlie's cock to drip abundant prostate fluids, which he could taste. He could also reach between his legs and touch and feel John's hard cock penetrating his hot asshole. For John, this also was a new experience. Charlie's sphincter muscle contracted and milked John's cock, a sensation he had never felt, even with a woman. Above all, John savored the new sensation of being attracted physically and emotionally to Charlie as well as to Grace and Marie. In the bedroom below, Marie motioned to Grace to change positions. Marie now donned the dildo and penetrated Grace. This signaled an opportunity for John to experience Charlie's excitement. He withdrew his hard cock from Charlie's asshole, bent over, his head resting on the windowsill as had Charlie's, and directed Charlie's hard wet cock into his asshole.

The sensation was incredible. He was surprised, too, at how receptive his asshole was to Charlie's seven inches. He remembered thinking once that the one sexual activity he'd never be able to perform would be ass fucking. But here he was at age 72 in the act of being ass fucked and loving every second of it. Charlie, too, was in ecstasy. Watching Grace and Marie and fucking John's ass simultaneously was an experience totally new to his ninety years. His cock mimicked Grace and Marie's movement. It was a slow, in and out and deep penetration of John's asshole. He experienced the same sphincter milking of his cock that he provided John moments before.

In the dim light, he enjoyed watching his stiff cock, its veins protruding, diving in and out of John's tight asshole. His excitement reached even greater heights as he saw Grace reach for her dresser drawer and take out a double-headed dildo. Now Grace and Marie lay face to face in a deep kissing embrace, a dildo penetrating their hot cunts and wildly gyrating hips. It was obvious that their orgasms were imminent. And Charlie's excitement grew too much for him. His cock exploded inside John's asshole, spewing his cum deep inside. It was too much for John, as well. The rhythmic rubbing of his prostate, the warmth of Charlie's cum inside him, and the excitement of Grace and Marie's mutual orgasms made his hand work faster and harder. He shot his load with a new fierceness. The feeling of Charlie's hard cock inside him and the contraction of his sphincter squeezing the prostate, accented this explosion. His asshole and hips responded to Charlie's thrusts until all of Charlie's cock dove deeply into John's hot asshole. Charlie's coming was a long one and the pleasure of his orgasm persisted through Grace's, Marie's, and John's. In Grace's bedroom, the screams were equally intense. They came simultaneously. It wasn't the long drawn out orgasm of earlier times. Each experienced the once in a lifetime orgasm of high intensity and ecstasy.

Then they lay spent on their bed of love, breathing deeply, sighing, and smiling love and tenderness. Charlie and John too fell on the bed in that moment of release, smiles of satisfaction apparent on their faces. They slept until morning, naked, warm, and at peace.

Chapter 9

John, Charlie, Grace, and Marie Revisited

One warm evening as John sat outside the apartment on a bench, Grace approached him. It was a spectacular evening for a sunset that afforded an easy entry into a conversation. Eventually their discussion got around to that evening of fun with Marie and led to the suggestion of a foursome, with Charlie as the fourth. John said he would ask Charlie, knowing full well that his answer would be a delighted yes. In fact, the evening was young and John told Grace that he would call Charlie after a few minutes. Just then, Charlie appeared on the walkway near them and John motioned to him, telling Grace in the same breath, "Speak of the devil. There's Charlie. We can ask him now." Charlie sauntered over, greeted John who then introduced him to Grace.

Charlie responded with, "It's a pleasure to meet you," at the same time looking for those telltale signs of nudity under Grace's clothing. She wore slacks and he noticed that no outline of her panties could be detected. He noted, too, a slight indentation in her crotch, an indication of her hot vagina. The indentation seemed to move when Grace talked, exciting Charlie even more.

This reverie was finally broken by John's voice, "Charlie, Grace has invited the two of us and Marie for a little party tonight. Are you free?"

The stress was on the word party to which Charlie responded knowingly, "Yes, indeed, I'm free. What time?"

Grace smiled a, "How about an hour from now?" She added, "The nice part of having a get together here is that we don't have far to go. So if both of you will excuse me, I'll see you at nine thirty."

Charlie's could hardly contain himself. His thoughts drifted back to that window encounter and Grace's and Marie's tits and wet cunts. Having John along would heighten his excitement, this being his first multi person orgy. He often dreamt of these, concluding that they would never happen to him, particularly since he felt it would be difficult to get four people together who were mutually sympathetic. Now, all the pieces seemed to have come together in fulfillment of those dreams. He liked John and Grace, and Marie. They, too, obviously liked him. John and Charlie went to their apartments to shower. In parting, John told Charlie that he would come down to his apartment after showering and they would go together to Grace's. Charlie's showering was almost climactic. His thoughts of the evening excited him greatly. As he showered, his cock stood erect and he washed it gently and tenderly. He directed the waterspout to his dick and leaned back against the wall of the shower stall to enjoy the warm spray as it hit and massaged his hot cock.

John, on the other hand, opted for a warm bath. As he lay in the tub, his cock hard and throbbing, he tried to visualize the events of the evening. He washed every nook and cranny of his body, giving special attention to the most erotic areas, his cock, his balls, and his asshole. After twenty minutes of this sensual reverie, he exited the tub, dried, cologned himself and dressed. It all took about a half an hour and he found himself at Charlie's apartment.

Charlie was finishing toweling himself, his hard cock still standing at attention. John walked over to Charlie, toweled off his back, cock and balls, lingering a bit longer around his hard dick. Charlie responded with a happy groan and dressed. They arrived at Grace's apartment and knocked. The door opened and to their great surprise and delight, Grace and Marie greeted them in the nude.

"We thought we'd surprise you!" exclaimed Grace and Marie in unison. And even though John and Charlie reacted calmly, their mouths went dry with excitement and their cocks rose quickly to a half hard on.

They entered the apartment quickly, all four embracing one another. John's tongue found Grace's mouth and kissed it deeply. Charlie, on the other hand, fell to his knees to kiss and taste Marie's cunt and belly. His tongue tasted her inner thighs, while his hands grasped her full buttocks and pressed Marie into his probing tongue. He moved upward to her belly button, her breasts, and then her mouth. He kissed her passionately. Marie, in the meantime, worked her hands towards Charlie's belt, unfastened it and reached for his cock, at the same time, motioning for him to come to the bedroom. In their excitement, they half walked and half staggered toward the bed, Charlie falling to the bed in a bounce.