Jenny Wren Ch. 01

Date: 24.01.2008

Keywords: Jenny, Wren, 01, Ch.,

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"Oh, you are a pretty girl." I said as he stepped back again. I motioned with my finger, "Twirl round." He obliged then tried to drop a little curtsy, tripped himself up and fell giggling to the floor. "You'll learn!" I told him.

Chapter 2: The Bet

When he recovered himself I told him, "Go and run a nice hot bath for Gaygan, then come back here while the water's running." He tried his best but he just wasn't used to walking in heels and stumbled a little but made it to the bathroom and back safely.

"Come here; sit by me while it's filling." He did as I asked. "I like having my tits played with. My cunt and arse like attention too." I deliberately used the crude words so he would know I wouldn't be shocked. He lowered me until my back was on the bed, opened my gown wide and started playing his hands over my old flesh reviving delicious memories. I closed my eyes and it was incredible.

I was transported back 45 years to a caravan and hiking holiday in Devon. Petey and I had found a tiny remote cove which couldn't be overlooked except from the top of the cliff on the other side of the cove. He spread me out naked on a towel in the sun and ran his hands all over me in smooth stroking rhythms. It felt so loving and erotic especially when he told me there were two men watching from the path and both had binoculars directed towards us. I had an orgasm there and then. Another mind blaster hit me when he ostentatiously played with my body jewellery. And a third as he entered and fucked me after twenty minutes of that heavenly manipulation. I remember blowing a kiss at the two guys on the cliff after the performance ended. They both gave us a standing ovation, clapping their hands above their heads. One of them pointed to his groin and mimed masturbating. I signalled back the 'thumbs up'.

Clive's hands felt just like Petey's as they stroked over me. He stopped briefly when he discovered the tiny bar through my clitoris then started to explore the new-found jewellery. I was now so grateful I had never let my piercings heal over. He started one hand playing with my nipples, going from one side to the other. His other hand was twisting and pulling on my clitoris bar alternating with a thumb stabbing into my pussy. "Oh Petey ..." I screamed in orgasm.

"Are you OK Gaygan?" Clive sounded worried. My panting breathing wasn't reassuring him either.

"Phew," I gasped. "That was a good one. Thank you so much Clive. My husband used to do that to me and you did it so well. You're lovely." I pulled him down to me and kissed him thoroughly.

"That was really impressive, Gaygan. You had me scared for a minute. My girlfriend has never gone off like that."

"Thank you, kind sir or is it ..." I squeezed his tit and chuckled, "... kind miss? Help Gaygan to her bath now: would you like to scrub her back?"

He was surprised when he saw me adding some mustard to the water but this was a trick I learned from my grandmother. "It stimulates the blood circulation," I explained. "Warms aching joints." I lowered myself slowly into the hot water then sank right under for a couple of seconds before coming back up. Heavenly! I sat there soaking in the heat – physical and chemical – as Clive busied himself with my tit. I noticed he squirmed a little in discomfort in the tight clothing and shoes. "Why don't you get in with me? You can dress up again afterwards if you want. We'll fix you some makeup; would you like that?" He quickly stripped off his new clothes and sank himself gingerly into the other end of the big tub.

I massaged his tool with my foot as he became accustomed to the temperature and smiled as I felt it rise at my bidding. "Tell me, Clive, what do you see in this old body that causes this?" I dug my toes into his erection which was trying to peep out the water. "Look, it's like a periscope coming up to look at me." I joked.

He knelt up and started washing me. "I don't know what it is, Gaygan. My girlfriend has a gorgeous body and we have great sex together but I have never met anyone who is as sexy as you. Somehow you ooze sex. Your eyes see into me," he leaned over and ran a thumb across my lips. "Your lips ooze sex; your kisses just blow my mind. Your tits ..." his fingers biting into the flesh, "... ooze sex; yes even these flabby things. Your rings ooze sex. Your pussy, your cunt, your bejewelled clitoris oozes sex." His fingers invaded me. I certainly was oozing sex down there. "That's what causes this." He placed .my hand on his prick which I squeezed.

"Listen Clive," I said to break the silence as I sat there enjoying him enjoying my body. "We're on our own for a week. Would you like to spend that week making love to an old hag? I promise you this sexy old hag will be exciting. You can dress up as much as you like. I'll help you. I might dress you as my maid and you can wait on me hand and foot. We can do whatever WE want. Clive, my darling, how would you like me to spank you? Or you can spank me? Hush, lover," I put a finger to his lips as I saw the protest rising. "You've never tried it. We'll never do anything you don't want. I'll never ask you to do more than I reckon you can. You can call quits at any time.

"Listen, I've had a lovely sex life and had so many men, and women, with my husband's blessing: he would often be one of several giving me a good old fashioned gangbang fucking. With an open mind, I've learned so many erotic and sexy things. My husband and I had a motto. We'd try anything once: twice if we liked it. Ruling nothing out!

"If you are happy to service an old hag for a week, this old hag will take you on a trip to the moon, stopping at all points on the way."

Without saying a word he stood up, stepped out of the bath and helped me out. He got a towel from the airing cupboard and ever so gently he patted me dry, dusting me down with talc when I indicated. He quickly towelled himself dry, grabbed my stick, picked me up and bodily carried me to my bed. He placed my stick by the side table then mounted the bed and, spreading my thighs, knelt between them, leant forward and kissed me.

"Gaygan," he said, looking into my eyes, "Can you manage this? I'm 19 and you're ... just how old are you Gaygan?"

"I'm 77 years old and I'll make a bet with you." I kissed him back. "My body is yours for the day. No holds barred, whatever, whenever and wherever you want. If I cry quits before midnight tonight for any reason, you can fuck me twice a day for the rest of the week. If I win you'll be under my instruction for the week. Same conditions, you can say 'No' to anything."

But right now, do me a favour. Fuck this old witch silly. You've got her cauldron bubbling." I grabbed his face and kissed him. Keeping most of his weight on his arms he entered me slowly but all the way. I felt every lovely inch of it, every pulsing vein and every bump. He held stock still when he had full penetration then started rocking back and forth, allowing me to savour the actions Ever so slowly, as if tuning me, he increased his rhythm. An errant thought crossed my mind: "He will make a good pupil." His speed gathered until he was humping me and I was mewling in his ear.

Clive pushed all the way in then pulled all the way out again until the head was just hovering at my entrance then he jerked a couple of inches forward, just enough to get the swollen head inside then pulled it straight back out, repeating this in-and-out jerk every couple of seconds. "Oh no, not that ..." The only man who ever done this to me had been my husband. I just came and came and came, calling Petey's name as he kept the rhythm up before sinking deep into me and spurting his load in my depths.

"I hope I don't need a condom." His giggle cut through the mists of orgasm. "Are you on the pill Gaygan?"

"Silly boy," I said, slapping his rump playfully. "My eggs gave out over thirty years ago"

"In that case, Gaygan, light that touch paper and take me to the moon. The bet's on! And Gaygan, if you slip and call me Petey again, I won't mind." He smiled and it was like Petey looking back at me.

I thanked him then smiled to myself. Not ten years ago I had kept five men and two women happy for 24 hours. Even now I reckoned I could take on three prime stallions: just one would be easy. This week would probably be my sexually active swansong – comeback performance, as it were, but by god, I reckoned I could sign out with a bang.

Chapter 3: The Training Begins.

"Right, Clive, it's your day, your call. What do we do now?"

He smiled sheepishly, "I'd like to dress up again. Will you do my makeup, as you said you would?"

"Of course I will. Go and get your clothes and bring them here. You might also bring my robe; I can't sit around naked all day."

He scrambled off the bed to do my bidding and, as he turned away I slapped his rump again. "Ouch, what was that for?" He twisted round to see the red handprint I had left.

"That was just a warning: you never kissed me! Lesson: always and everywhere, kiss. A kiss says everything: that you're enjoying yourself, that you love what we're doing together, that you love me."

"Of course I love you Gaygan." He threw his arms around me and kissed me thoroughly before setting off for the bathroom almost at a run. While he was doing that I opened the curtains to let the sun stream in, noticing that there was a layer of cloud darkening over the far hills. My old knee had got it right again.

He returned with a bundle of clothes in his arms and placed them on the bed. He helped me in to my bathrobe then stood in front of me when I told him to. I walked around him, trailing a nail over his pectorals and digging in a little as it crossed his nipples, over his shoulder and down his back to his buttocks, noticing the fine trim. I trailed my nail round the front and across his penis which was already showing the beginnings of life again. I fondled then squeezed his genitals enough to make him gasp.
"What would they say now?"

"Given half a chance she'd join with him right there.