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 Senior Citizen's Eden

   By

   Jim Stanley



   Chapter 1

   John

   John Curtis had just turned 72 when his wife Marcie passed away.  It had
been a close and sensual relationship throughout their fifty years of
marriage.  For that reason, when his son suggested that he might be better
off in a senior home, he felt like his life had come to an end, an end he
didn't want to accept just yet.  For right up until his wife's death, sex
was a vital part of his life.  The stress was on the vital.  While the
actual count of orgasms declined, the quality and length of them increased.
John and Marcie slept in the buff.  There was an understanding between them
that when arousal occurred, each would respond.  They learned early in life
that, when one of them began sexual play, even if the other felt
disinterested, frequently the urge would be upon both in no time.  Marcie,
too, never wore panties so that free play was invited.  Often, John would
wake hard, slip the tip of his dick into her warm cunt and gently, not
deeply, massage her dormant clitoris.  If she were with her back to him, he
would insert it from the rear, his other hands massaging her breasts. 
Often she would not even wake.  John would continue his probing until he
shot his load.  She, too, would have her moments.  While John slept, Marcie
would massage his penis and testicles until arousal.  When it was hard, she
would draw back the covers and admire John's shaft as it throbbed.  Then
she would run her tongue up and down, tasting the glans and the testicles.
She could take one whole testicle into her mouth and suck it tenderly as
John slept.  More often, she would suck his cock gently until he came into
her mouth.  She loved the warmth and taste of the cum as it spurted to the
back of her throat.  At other times, she would kneel over his hard dick
and, sitting, insert it deep into her cunt.  She could feel the deep
penetration and the excitement of being in control as John slept.  She
enjoyed the sight of his wet cock sliding in and out of her vagina.  It
glistened in the bedroom light.  She particularly took pleasure in seeing
the intermingling of their pubic hair as his hard and wet cock drove deeply
into her now agonizingly sensitive cunt.  Sometimes John would wake but
pretend sleep, enjoying her excitement as he came to explosive orgasms. 
This playfulness continued throughout the day.  Often, the kitchen sink was
the scene of intense lovemaking.  John, while watching television, often
massaged his penis into hardness.  Marcie, on the other hand, might be in
the kitchen washing the breakfast or dinner dishes.  Aroused, John would
walk up behind her at the sink, raise her dress, and playfully rub her anus
and her clitoris with his hard cock.  Marcie loved the surprise and
spontaneity of this lovemaking.  She would rest her elbows on the sink,
extend her legs wide, and offer the fullness of her cunt and asshole.  John
would slowly move his hard, wet cock into her warm and moist vagina.  His
hands would massage her breasts while Marcie would reach between her legs
with one hand and feel the hardened shaft as it moved in and out.  Their
wetness was something Marcie enjoyed.  She could feel and taste the wetness
with her hand, continually going back for more.  These remembrances of
their relationship made it difficult for John to settle into his new
environment with ease.  The administration, however, was sensitive to
senior needs and helped in the transition.  They staged activities that
invited fraternization and mingling.  Teas, cocktail parties, and overnight
trips were scheduled often.  Because of this, John began to make friends
and observe that friendship and intimacy existed at Carter Court and that,
ultimately, it was up to him to take advantage of its offerings.