The Surrogate

I was watching her. I have been watching her for years, as she has been my secret infatuation. Elise was not a goddess. There were a few minor imperfections that nature might have improved on, but I loved her all the more because of these. However, something about her long blonde hair and the gentleness of her touch can drive a man to great distraction.

Today, two things were centered on me as I watched her dance around the kitchen, preparing dinner.

She wore a t-shirt that had worn thin with no bra, which was pretty standard for her, and the other factor was the new pills the doctor had me on. He had warned it might affect my libido. Boy Howdy, was he right. Her tits bouncing around had my cock up and standing for what has to be the first time in a decade. As you get older, you measure time in decades. My last birthday was three-quarters of a century in this orbit around the sun.

Not that I was thinking anything nefarious, however, having my first erection in ten years, I was finding it enjoyable and unique. So, sue me. This was what led to my troubles.

As she passed the table, I stood and reached out to clasp her right tity. This was a shock to both of us. It was an unplanned action on my part, and it came as a complete shock to her. She froze on the spot, and I may or may not have taken advantage of this opportunity to touch her. I suppose I did, as I didn't pull away or pretend this was an accident. On my part, this was the first breast I had touched in decades; it felt nice as I palmed her nipple.

"What!" she exclaimed, being taken off guard. "Watt, what do you think you are doing?"

I, being greatly distracted, dropped the piece of heaven I was holding and released the right one while proceeding to engage the left one. It was equally enjoyable.

"Uncle, what do you think you are doing. Let go. We shouldn't do this! What if Ben walks in?"

"I'm harmless. Just worshipping the perfection of your young body." I jiggled the left breast, watching it bounce. "And your pert boob. Doesn't it feel nice?"

"No." She pressed in closer to me in contradiction to her complaint, and I tightened my grip on her breast slightly, just so she would be aware I was still here. "My husband will not like this!"

"I'm liking it." I gave it another jiggle. "I like it a lot. Do you know how long it's been since I touched a woman? Especially one as soft and pretty as you?"

Elise stepped back. "What's that?" She pointed down to where my pants were tenting.

"Elise, you are a grown woman, and I think you know what it is. I am on a new medication dosage, and it's doing some things to me. Which I'm not objecting to."

"You mean." She pointed down at me again, "This is making you horny? If you think we are going to screw, think again."

"I'm not going to make you do something you do not want. I've gone a lot of years with no sex, and I can go a few more."

"Well, it's off the table. I'm not. That would be incest."

"It's off the table when I take it off the table. I'm not asking, and if I did, it would still be your decision; however, I think in the right situation I could make you hot enough to beg."

At this statement, she blushed bright red and could only stutter. She pointed again at my tent, which was not going down. "Uncle, could I see it?"

"Sure, I've never been bashful, but remember when I was younger, it was quite a bit bigger."

Still stuttering, she nervously said, "It looks big enough now!"

With the compliment, I pulled my pants down and you know what popped out in rampart glory--nothing to be ashamed about. Younger, I had been well endowed.

"You're going to use that thing on me?"

"No, it's just the medication working at an inappropriate time; however, I've always thought you were sexy."

"That's a nice penis. I think you are bigger than Ben! Would you mind if I touch it?" Without waiting for an agreement, she sank to her knees and used that most delicate touch of hers to wrap a hand around it without quite closing the circumference. "Wow, you feel nice."

"You men for an old man?"

"For any man. You mean you have not had an erection in almost a decade?"

"Maybe longer after a while, you stop counting."

"Watt, the sex thing is off my table because of the incest issue, but you should not go that long without a woman's touch. If you need anything, I'm your girl. I've got an idea. If you like me, I have a friend whom I can talk to. She's about my build but with black hair--a little like the same as me but opposite. A little witchy, and I'm afraid she has no scruples. I can talk to her and maybe arrange something."

Elise placed her other hand on my shaft just behind the glans. "Both of my hands fit. Do you mind if I give it a few tugs?"

"Alright however it might be a fire hose, I've been accumulating Cum for a long time."

She took a closer look. You do have big balls."

I underestimated her delicate touch. After a few short pumps, she went to town. That delicate touch enabled her to get fast. As she worked on me, I could see her breasts bobbing under the loose collar of her t-shirt. Back and forth she worked my uncircumcised skin until the inevitable happened, I felt a huge electrical spark, opened my eyes, watching my penis convulse and a massive string of translucent white cum shot out and continued to pulse in thin strings. I could not believe the quantity that shot out. Only then did I thing about Elise and saw her sweet face covered in cum and she looked like she was washing her hair with it. "Uhm...Sorry, it landed in your eye."

"Don't worry. My fault, you warned me. Do you think we took care of your backlog?"

"Maybe after a few more times."

"Well don't think I will always do this. You need a girl."

"Don't I have one?" She rolled her eyes then started cleaning up both of us after wiping my cum across her breasts.

"Do you still think something that feels this good is incest?"

"We didn't exchange fluids and there's no penetration. This was just neighborly friendliness. I'll see you tomorrow."

Day 2

I was out back in the garden harvesting some Turnips when I heard the most ungodly pounding at the front door. I swear, people these days have little to no patience. Dropping my project, I walked around to the front of the house and suddenly became a lot less aggravated by the interruption. A nicely decked-out young lady about Elise's age waited on the front stoop, tapping her foot. She wore a short, yellow sundress, and seeing her legs, I would swear she was a dancer. Had those types of muscles, which caused me to contemplate only momentarily having her legs wrapped around me. Dam drugs! Changing the way I think. I should stop taking them but damn I like the effect they have on me.

Navigating the corner, I got her attention. "Hi, you need something?"

"I'm Helen, a friend of Elise. She said her uncle an old geezer name Watt Stricklin lived here and was a little horny?

"Well, that part is true. My name is Watt, and I might be finding myself again after a long time; however, you cannot be Elise's friend."

"Why not?"

"She said her friend is a witch. No one with a name like Helen could be a witch. I was expecting a name like Tabbitha or at least something exotic. I knew a Tabbitha once, and she could lie looking you straight in the eye."

Come to think of it, she was Elise's build, about the same height and weight. She did have the black witch hair all right.

"First, Mr. Stricklin, we do not appreciate being called witches. We do not go around slinging curses or dancing naked under the moon," she paused, "only on High holidays. We are practitioners. Second, I took up this advocacy relatively late in life and never chose a catchy name to impress anyone. I'm what I am. Elise's friend and I'm only here because I owe her a favor." She hesitated this time with a smile," A big one."

She gave that same foot a decisive stomp and smiled, "Well, I'm willing if you are."

I decided right then and there that I liked her spunk.

"Go on in the parlor and have a seat. I need to clean up and change."

"You look ok, besides," she grinned," aren't those clothes about to come off?"

"I was working in the garden, and if this is a date, I need to clean up. I'm taking you out to eat.

"I'm brought and paid for. Let's do it."

"Young lady...um, Helen. I don't screw on a first date and I think sitting across the table with a couple of drinks and some conversation might be a good way to get to know you.

"Elise said you were strange."

"No, just old-fashioned, and I'm curious what we are getting into here."

"Does that mean you can't get it up? You do look a little old."

"You can be the judge of that after we...If you said that a week ago, it might be true; however, there have been a few changes in my life."

Even from this distance, I saw her eyes get big, and she blushed.

I left her to run upstairs, shower, and dress. I frantically searched the closet for something that wouldn't look too dated, but you know, an old man's wardrobe is inherently dated. Finally, I made a selection.

Dark Restaurant

Having taken the dinner order, we sat in comfortable darkness, sipping our drinks.

Helen asked, "Do you come here often?

Although it was tempting to brag, I stayed faithful to the truth: "No, on a pension income, this would be a little steep regularly."

"Then why did you bring me here?"

I didn't think a witch... practitioner would be impressed with a local burger."

"Watt, you don't have to impress me."

"Tell me how you know Elise?"

"We met in school. Had some of the same classes and ...we liked the same boy; however, we didn't know that at the time. He was playing both of us, but we didn't realize it at the time. When we found out, we discovered we liked each other better than him.

"You didn't put a curse on him, did you?"

Helen shook her head. "I told you I don't do curses."

"Then what type of wi.. practitioner, are you? "

"We live in order with nature. Planting cycles, weather," here I caught her smiling again, and she hesitated, " fertility". You said you have a garden?"

"Actually, three. Herb, Salsa, and vegetables."

"Sounds ambitious."

"I do it to pass the time. The older you get, the slower time moves."

"So, according to Elise, you seem to have regained an interest in..." She pointed at my crotch, and this time I'm sure I turned red.

"The doctor placed me on some new medicine. You would not believe the effect it has had on my libido. I find myself going out of my way to talk with exotic women, and sexy thoughts are affecting my anatomy." I looked down to match her direct gaze. "Don't get me wrong, but this thing has been flaccid for more years than I can remember; however, it won't tame down. Guess I could stop the pills," This time I smiled and admitted, "I'm enjoying this. Makes me feel younger and a lot less depressed."

"Watt, am I exotic enough?"

"Helen, you are the prettiest woman I've seen in ages. I can't even imagine sitting across this table from you, and I cannot even guess why you are here. I'll tell you I feel lucky right now."

"Watt, I'm here because I owe Elise a major favor. Don't ask because she made me swear not to tell. However, I admit I like sex a lot. Kind of goes with the witch thing."

"Other than that dark witchy hair, you don't look like a witch."

"I left my Elvira outfit at home, and she's a few cup sizes larger."

"You look just fine, I like it."

"You will like it even better when I'm naked."

I kind of wish she hadn't said that because all I could think about was her naked body lying in my bed.

"Then we are doing this?"

"If you can get it up."

"I can. It's already stirring right now. Are you going to report this back to Elise?"

"Of course, girls talk."

Some hours later I was a little drunk and had taken back my reservations about screwing on a first date. My libido had risen to the surface, and either I had convinced her to come back to my place, or she had convinced me. There was a good chance we had left some clothes scattered on the road from the village. This did disturb me a little, as you know how small towns can talk.

I finished taking some leisurely time playing with her breasts, sucking and rubbing on each until her nipples were swollen and pebbled before working my way lower. Like I had noticed, she had a dancer's body.

I gently separated the outer lips of her labia and softly blew my warm breath into her private recesses.

"Watt, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing, even mortals have our spells."

"Well, that feels so amazing. It's making me very hot."

"That's why I'm cooling you off."

"I need you deeper."

"Like this?"

"Yes, oh Yes...Why did we waste all of that time at the restaurant?"

I plunged my tongue even deeper and licked up the parting of her inner lips and spied the hood over her clitoris. I took a few licks at the object of my pursuit, and I had her moaning enthusiastically each time. I think I was smiling at this accomplishment. Not too bad for an old man. This time, I applied a little suction, lifting the clit from its protection and giving it the ultimate treatment, accompanied by some loud shrieking.

"You are noisy, what will the neighbors think?"

"You don't have any neighbors, and if you did, that would just be too bad. Think you might do that again?"

"I reckon I can do it as long as you can take it."

"Torture, but I love it. Again," she demanded, so I sank back to the task at hand, thankful she was right and there were no neighbors. After some time listening to her moans and compliments, she seemed to get quiet suddenly, then quivers ran up and down as she climaxed, squeezing the fingers I had buried in her.

Finally, she sat up, "Now it's my turn, show me that prick you bragged about."

"Not much to brag about, when I was younger, it was bigger. Now all it does is satisfy me."

She gave that simple smile that I've come to appreciate: "Well, that's why I'm here. Maybe you spent too much effort on others and not enough on yourself." She then reached down and pulled my penis free. "Looks like we have something to work with here. It's very erect already". She started to jack me off as she watched it swell slowly. "Is this what Elise was doing last night?"

"You've been talking to Elise. Comparing notes?"

"Be thankful I did, however, for your information, we usually talk several times a day. We both think your problem is a lack of use. You know if you don't use it, you lose it! That's why Elise brought me into this, also her incest concerns. Thank goodness I corrected that."

"Corrected what?"

"Incest. I talked to her this morning, and it came up. I taught her that the problem only exists in the realm of procreation. You know genetics and inbreeding. If you are only doing it for recreation and not making babies, there are no recessive genes. I told her about a family in my town where the siblings were open game. Constantly doing it and popping out retarded children. It was so commonplace that if someone was acting slow, we used to say he must be a Mathews. Anyway, I calmed her concerns about that. Nature invented sex a long time before men invented the church."

"She's changed her mind?"

"Yes, and we both think the problem might be a blockage from lack of use. So, today my therapy is going to involve a lot of pressure and suction. You are going to get the best blowjob I know how to do."

"What?"

"Knew you were expecting more, however, Elise will be in full fornication mood tomorrow. If I were you, I might double up on that new pill. She's going to be here early. Now let's get to work on that blockage." She leaned down and gently swiped under the length of my cock with her tongue three times. It felt like warm velvet. In no hurry, I lost count when Helen clasped her lips over my tip, and left me speechless as I closed my eyes and enjoyed her treatment. It had been a long time, so I lay back, enjoying her ministrations, and I have to admit that she applied herself to the job. Eventually taking me deep to the root. I might have been doing a little moaning myself. I stretched out to my full length, stiff as a rock, feeling my balls tighten. I managed to hold back a little longer, then she started gagging. I love this and it triggered what felt like a jolt of electricity as my cock went into pumping spasms. I saw my cock pulsating and it started pumping sperm into her mouth. I watched in surprise as her cheeks ballooned and widened, resembling a chipmunk. She eventually had to pull off and when I finished the rest of my cum lay in white threads coating Helen's face. She struggled to say something; however, her words were garbled as she made efforts to swallow and clear her throat.

"Elsie said you came like Old Faithful. But I didn't believe her. Go get me a washcloth, I need to clean us up, then I want to cuddle! Not part of the therapy, I like you a lot."