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 Aged Wine

   I liked to think that the body and it's understanding doesn't get older
it matures like wine.  With age it gets better and tastes so much improved
than it did when it was brewed.  My experiences may tell you that too, as
I've tasted both types of wines both young and old.

   One plucked grapes straight off the vine and one matured for many years
that if it was a bottle of wine it would be put in a glass cabinet to be
one day be wooed.  One sip is not enough; you must have a glass, nay the
whole bottle.  Some random drunkard may not drink this wine, only the
correct person may partake in a mere sip of this magnificent wine.

   But no I'm sat in a room full of old biddies; these people are not
people anymore.  They sit, dribble and talk about beige curtains.  Now and
again they complain about, well anything.  The scary thing about them is
that I am meant to be like or be them.  Their wrinkles is I, their faded
eyesight is I but one thing for sure is I don't have their impotence. 
Impotent in both meanings; sexually and bodily.

   I am William, Bill for short but back in my day we called our elders,
sir or madam and as a child I was named by my last name.  But I grew up
into a man; people refer me to William, as being abbreviated was not the
type of thing that we did back then.  We were fairly `uptight' as the kids
of today would say.  Back then I was a ladies man, we would bring our women
flowers and chocolate but now the way to court someone was to be
promiscuous and having a meal at the local Burger King.  We would be
expected to receive our reward on the third date.  We would barely see a
woman's ankles until it was time, but there was one woman I knew who was
scandalous.  She rocked my socks that lass did.

   She was quite the lady her name was Dorothy.  She had recently reached
womanhood.  She was never naïve; in fact she was the simulation of someone
completely experienced.  She never had any knowledge of the subject of
lovemaking but my lord she was quite the woman as I said before.  She
taught me a few things, it appeared that being 3 years older than herself
did not mean jack.  I was the inexperienced one, I had my fair share of
women in the past but I was still a greenhorn at the topic.

   She was the bee's knees, the cat's pyjamas, and the cat's meow.  She
certainly wasn't a dumb Dora she was keen.  I had met her by fate; we had
convened in a ritzy place.  It wasn't her scene usually but it was mine
from the family I was brought up in.  I was enjoying my meal in the swanky
restaurant and she was ossified, making a nuisance of herself.  It was when
I had to go to the rest room that we had literally bumped into each other.
I had walked past her hoping her drunken rampant behaviour would not cross
me but it did.  She ran right in me spilling her beverage over my spiffy
outfit, I was outraged.

   "Ah, applesauce!" I had exclaimed.

   But I looked in her eyes and saw the Sheba within.  She was apologising
in her drunken slurs, which was adorable.  I had explained that everything
was jake and dandy.  She looked into my eyes and smiled, immediately she
vomited onto my jacket.  If you removed the part where she was sick I could
tell she was into me.

   "Shorry sir," she garbled as a chunk of food was clinging onto the
corner of her lip.

   "You certainly are a funny old bird, erm..." I sought for her name.

   "Dorothy," she replied as she begun to sober up.  I could tell that she
wasn't a dumb Dora she just enjoyed her bootleg.  "You're not the egg I
thought you were, sir." I had to get this honey to join me in company so I
thought I would pay my bill and unite with her.

   I did just that, I left my now cold banquet and paid the bill.  I took
her hand but she led the way.  This was not going to be a flat tire, as she
guided me towards a group of people who had been drinking bootleg.  I
partook in their meaningless celebrations whilst some wondered why my `glad
rags' have been covered in vomit.

   I was goofy about Dorothy and I was getting impatient to take her home.
My chance came as she asked if she could have some tea at my place.

   I escorted the young maiden to my maison; she had entered my home.  I
was shaking as I had poured the water into the cup; it playfully splashed
on the teabag.  She was watching me as I was doing this, she giggled at me.
It was then when she placed her hand on mine, looked into my eyes then
closed them as her face approached me.  Her lips locked with mine, the
sweet taste of her saliva was like sugar.

   With haste we began removing our clothes, it was quite relief too as the
smell of vomit from my jacket was affecting my delicate nostrils.  She
discarded her coat and removed her blouse to reveal her magnificent
breasts, no bra what a sheba!  I was barely out of my shoes when she was
half naked.  In swiftness we were both nude and proceeded to make love.  I
placed my now erect penis on the tips of her labia lips, it was moist I
could tell as a tear was shed from her vagina.  With thrust I forced my way
up her, she moaned as the erogenous stimulation went right up her back.

   I continued moving in and out of her on and on.  The pleasure mounted up
and up.  My hands explored my back as my manhood discovered the innards of
Dorothy.  UH UH UH UH AH AH AH AH was the gist of what was going on.

   After minutes of bliss and continuation of my sexual method we both
began to climax at the same time.

   "HARDER HARDER PLEASE AH AH AH AH UGH UGH" she moaned as I grunted.

   At that split second she screamed in ecstasy, her vaginal walls had
contracted and I ejaculated a mighty load into her womb.  Like all men I
had fell asleep with a single sentence penetrating my ears:

   "My, Sir you are a lounge lizard."

   I awoke to the hot sun's glare on my face; I was alone and naked.  I was
never to see Dorothy ever again.

   Those were the days; my days consist of emptiness now as my sex life is
vacant.  I had to change that some how and I was desperate to do so.

   There it was, Mary, a 98 year old who disappears to her room in the
afternoon until morning.  Heaven knows why but it was an opportunity to
take.  She was walking away from the lobby and I had to chase her.  I
followed her to the stairs and took the stair lift; there were all sorts of
dirty things coming into my mind.

   "I'm going to fuck her senseless," and "I'm going to break her hip" were
the types of things I was thinking.

   I had reached her room and she was asleep in her rocking chair.  With
alacrity I rushed over to her and removed my trousers and the same with her
britches.  I took my hard wrinkly cock and placed it on her pussy, I went
away at her like a bull.  Compared to Dorothy her innards are like
sandpaper but I continued thrusting even still when I heard a crack.  It
was only seconds I let out a lot of cum into her soggy old fanny.  I
couldn't believe she slept right through this

   I hastily left the room after rearranging my pants back to their
original state and putting hers back.

   It was only later that they found her dead; apparently she died before I
even entered the room.  So I fucked a dead person.

   Shit.