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The Old Comrades Club was established four years ago with a group of fourteen seniors aged between sixty and eighty-four who got together twice a year in different pubs in town. We'd meet for lunch, catch up, and then drink until we could not anymore. We always sat at a large table, shared laughs, vented frustrations, and boasted about minor accomplishments. It was always a fun and lively atmosphere where everyone's frailties were exposed, joked about, and sometimes mercilessly teased.
One memorable meeting ended with Bill Bond, a short, middle-aged, ginger, and Scottish member with a proclivity for alcohol, peeing on a jukebox thinking it was the men's toilet. The manager was furious and called the police, but they were hesitant to detain a group of seniors. Eventually, Bill fell asleep, and he was arrested, fined £200, and made to pay £50 in damages. However, he never paid up. Sadly, he died from what he thought was indigestion but was actually a heart attack.
Sadly, three other members have since passed away. Paul Wills, the stroke survivor's younger brother, is no more, and his daughter doesn't want us near him.
This time, the meeting was being held at Tommo's house. The reason was unclear, but I was expected to keep it a secret.
Tommo was fifty-five, my best friend, and very tall. Despite his age and wealth, he had the physique of a boxer and the demeanor of a gentle giant who thrived on good-natured fun. His parents had left him a fortune, and he had a large home with a private entertainment room and a fully-stocked bar we all envied.
As I arrived late, I found myself surrounded by some of the most unforgettable senior citizens - Tommo, the leader, Pete, constantly battling health issues, and Sam, an octogenarian who never failed to crack a joke despite his deteriorating health.
When I arrived, we all greeted Tommo, who greeted us with a wide grin. We asked, "What's the news? We've been waiting a long time for this meeting!" Tommo teased us by saying, "Well, there's some juicy gossip. Remember the café by the seafront, Travelers? They recently hired a new young waitress, Gina. You might recall she was sacked from a care home for using her charm on the elderly male residents she cared for. She would allow them to fondle her chest, rub her, and even give handjobs."
"And they paid her for it?" Pete inquired.
Pete, the youngest at sixty-five, dealt with a host of health issues and had already gone through four marriages.
"Nope. It appears she enjoyed the attention," Tommo replied, leaving us all intrigued.
Sam, the oldest and closest to 90, had impaired vision, deaf ears, and needed assistance standing, but he was a hilarious character who loved his whiskey. He expressed what we were all thinking: "That's the type of place I aspire to end up in."
Tommo grinned and motioned for us to be silent. "Now, let me tell you something interesting. Gina has agreed to serve us drinks today," we cheered. "I hoped she'd join us in an even more entertaining way, but, unfortunately, she seems content with just serving the drinks."
Eagerly, we anticipated Gina's arrival. When she entered, we had to admit she was visually attractive. With her smile, we couldn't help but comment on how pretty she was. She was around 30 but could be as young as 25. Blonde, curly, and tiny, Gina had sensational breasts, and she never failed to make every man in the room stare when her guard was down.
Tommo introduced us, and we chatted as she served us all a pint of lager. As Pete prepared to take a photo, Gina swiftly moved in front of Tommo and Sam, wrapping her arms around both and looking at them fondly. In the nick of time, we snapped a photo, and she squeezed her breasts, exclaiming, "Oops, I'm a little loose up top!"
Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry this bra is so uncomfortable and it's been giving me some trouble. I had to run to the bathroom just now to fix it.
We were all seated at the bar, and Tommo was sat on a stool looking a bit shy, trying his best not to stare at her boobs. Pete was sitting next to him, glancing around nervously. Meanwhile, I was leaning against the bar, staring at the row of spirits on the wall behind her. The conversation was a bit quieter than usual - we're typically much louder, full of crazy ideas.
Gina tried to make things more lively by playing a song on the jukebox and posing with Tommo and Pete. She even took a selfie with Sam, which made him look all flustered. After that, she walked over to me, positioned herself right in front of me, and placed my arms around her waist. I couldn't help but lean in and take in her warm, smooth skin, letting my hands roam over her. We locked eyes and ... my heart skipped a beat! She didn't embarrass me or laugh at me - she kissed me back!
"What brought you here?" she asked Tommo, who was blushing. "Who told you I enjoy satisfying old men?"
"One of my friends, actually. He said his mom recognized you." Tommo revealed, looking a bit sheepish.
"Well, I love having old men grab ahold of my tits. I love it when they pull out their soft cocks, and stroking them in my mouth until it grows, even if it doesn't last long. I can't get enough!"
Gina slowly raised my hands and placed them under her shirt. Her skin was moist and smooth, her nipples were firm, and I couldn't resist kissing the back of her neck. Her perfume was subtle but pleasant, pulling me even closer. She turned to me, giving me a sexy smile, and I felt my heart pounding. I gasped, but she didn't mock me - instead, she squeezed me back.
"We should talk about why you invited me here," she said, looking at Tommo.
"A buddy of mine recognized you. His mother was in the same care home." Tommo explained, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I love feeling a man's hands on my boobs. I love sucking on a limp cock. I love it when they grow, even if it doesn't last long."
Gina led me by the hands to stand on one side of Sam, who was sitting in a high-backed leather chair. She climbed on top of him, smelling like a delicious bouquet. She laughed at the excitement her actions produced in him.
"I don't like pain, pee, or humiliation. So, no to all that, Tommo." She said, giggling.
"But that means you're single, right?" Pete chimed in.
"Not quite. I like to have fun. Don't want to deny myself a little pleasure." She said, grinning.
Amused by this, Gina went back to Sam, rubbing her hand over his groin, which was now glistening with her arousal. She knelt in front of him and licked her lips, then pulled his pants down. He seemed hesitant, but she whispered something that seemed to soothe him.
"I won't force you," she told him, her eyes twinkling. "You don't need to get hard for me."
Sam was sitting on a chair that automatically transformed into a bed, with enough space for all of us. Still, only Gina got on it, crawling halfway until she was kneeling between Sam's legs. She reached into his pants and pulled out his small, flaccid penis. Giggling, she took it in her mouth, suckling on it like a teenager in love.
"Uhm, I might not be able to do this," Sam murmured.
"It's okay," she whispered, pumping his thighs. "You did great, Sam!"
Gina found out that we all didn't have any drinks, so she ran behind the bar, pouring each of us a cold beer. We could tell she enjoyed the attention she was getting.
"Ready to get naked?" she teased, laughing as we cheered.
With a swipe of her zipper, she let her skirt slip and drop onto the floor, revealing her red panties. She slid them off and tossed them in Sam's direction.
"Here, Sam. My gift for you," she giggled.
Tommo headed to the large leather sofa at the end of the room and pulled a lever. The seats folded out into a queen-sized bed. Gina went over, straddled him, and pushed her breasts in front of his face, laughing at his reaction.
"What if I'm not into pain, pee, or humiliation?" Gina asked.
"Looks like we're fucked, Tommo," Sam joked.
"More like unfucked," Pete added.
Sam had his hands on her pussy, his gaze locked onto her. Gina propped herself up on her hands, and Sam pulled his shorts down. He seemed intimidated, but Gina leaned in to whisper something into his ear, apparently it comforted him.
"Hey everyone, grab a drink!" Gina shouted, running behind the bar.
As soon as she returned, she took off her shirt and skirt, stepping out of her panties. There she stood, all naked, flashing us all a big, cheeky grin. We all made cheering noises.
Gina listened attentively and willingly meandered onto the bed, with both Pete and Tommo situated by her side. Simultaneously, they each latched onto one of her breasts while a hand roamed over her body. I observed Tommo insert a finger into her, and she reacted by pushing against it, derived from the liking. She returned the favor by reaching for their erections and engrossing herself with the task of bringing them to life.
After a while, Tommo's cock developed into a desirable degree of firmness, and he attempted to position himself on top but abruptly retreated.
"It's okay, don't rush it," Gina remarked, prompting her to climb onto all fours while having Pete's swinging bosoms in view. She allowed Pete to enjoy her boobs as Tommo rubbed her behind.
As an avid admirer of flawless white behinds, her's seemed even more alluring because of her tanned skin.
With the three of them in their birthday suits, I swooped in and positioned my body behind the bed, getting ahold of her cheeks. Using my hands to inspect her wet crotch.
"I suspect you know who is down here," Gina revealed, flipping over onto her back, spreading her legs, glancing at me eye to eye.
Recognizing Gina's natural beauty naked, even at my ripe age, caused quite the reaction in my lower regions. The mere sight of her punched me with an added power.
In order to better accommodate her, I stripped off my shirt and got on the bed with her, making sure my member was in the correct position. Pecking her lips, I felt Gina tense when I inserted myself, her eyes grew to twice their size, and she emitted a boyish moan at my entrance.
Her arms embraced me firmly, spiritedly drawing me closer to her. I recognized the weight of her impending orgasm gradually mounting on her face, escalating with each agonizing second.
"Yes, yes!" She bellowed, her voice interfering with my movements.
Flipping onto her back, she moved across the bed, hitching herself onto my limp but sturdy cock. Within a short amount of time, I observed her astonishment at the situation, and without hesitation, her expression twisted into one of delight.
"Fuck me from behind," she ordered, still holding onto my半開狗肯定很棒的屁股.
Desperate to meet the challenge, I was on the brink of shooting my load – the likelihood of which was becoming slimmer with each passing moment. The sight of her milky white derriere directing my attention towards it was all it took to gather any remaining energy to perform. Gaining momentum, my cock delivered deeply into her. Wasting no time, I propelled myself in and out with a slow, vital rhythm. Salty droplets dripped from my brow, plunging onto her when I sensed my ejaculation approaching.
Disengaging from Gina, I landed back on the bed, panting. Upon my return, Gina was there, looking drained. Sam's lust-filled figure appeared near the bed, his obsolete semi-erect member was restored to its previous sturdy form.
Instructing her to position herself, he climbed up her body. She adjusted herself to support his movements. Applying a bit of pressure to his PR, and a few quick strokes, she was ready for intercourse.
Maintaining a reasonable speed, he said, "Don't rush, you could run out of breath trying to keep that pace."
Her voiced quivered with approval and awe, mouthing, "That's right, that's so good."
Tension manifested strongly on his face, climax loomed closer, eyebrows furrowed. During this time, I could see her breasts bouncing erratically. I simply couldn't help but seize them.
Slipping forward between her legs, a few sucks later, my member regained some vigor.
Tommo's orgasm was approaching, and he abruptly pulled out. Not wanting to waste his cum, he deposited it on her pale arse, leading to a small puddle.
Gina caught sight of Pete's ardent state.
"How would you like me?' She deliberately asked with a thrilling grin.
Ironically, "Against the wall. An old-fashioned knee trembler." answered Pete.
She obliged with nimble movement, and required Pete's participation. He responded by holding her hips as he gripped her close while he pounded into her from behind. After a couple minutes, he reached the conclusion of this brief encounter. Remaining as her partner, he was among the cleaning equipment.
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We all finished dressing, but asked her to remain undressed. The alcohol started to flow. I was sitting on the couch bed when Gina joined the conversation. She sat between my legs and snuggled a little closer. Soon, my hand had moved down, brushing against the soft, velvety hair, emphasizing her beautiful pussy. She moved a little to allow me greater access. I then became aware that she was enjoying what I was doing. I also noticed that my friends had stopped talking and were watching with great interest.
After gently stroking her clit for a few minutes, I lay her on her back and inhaled the beauty of her naked body. My tongue parted her lips and tasted her dampness, she moaned softly. My lips caressed her bud, now throbbing with desire, and I inserted my thumb inside her. She clenched it for a moment then let me continue. While my mouth and tongue worked her, my thumb moved down, to slowly circle against her brown hole. Applying more pressure each time it moved around. Finally, it was inside.
Her hips buckled from pleasure, not pain. She pushed down, making it go in deeper. When it was fully in, I moved it slowly backwards and forwards until she arched her back and cried out a long orgasm.
It took her a while before she could speak.
"Guys, that was the best afternoon of my life." She said, breathing heavily.
She got dressed, and soon after left us. Tommo offered her payment for the day, but she declined it.
I walked home drunk that night, feeling I had aged slightly disgracefully. However, I felt much younger, I had more energy than before and was much happier. As you might expect, my thoughts were filled with that day. Tommo was also the same, I'd just been talking to him on the phone and was about to settle down for the night when the doorbell rang, it was Gina.
"I was wondering if you'd like me to spend the night." She whispered softly. "It's just, I've never cum as much as I did with you."
Needless to say, I was stunned to the core but didn't refuse. Now, I get to wake up every few days, gazing at her gorgeous white rear end.
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