Jennifer

Chapter 6

By the time Jennifer and her aunt got out of the Las Vegas airport it was late. The plane had been delayed in landing, and at baggage pickup, Jennifer had no baggage to pick up. Another hour went by before it was discovered that all her luggage was visiting Orlando, and wouldn't be back for another day. Margaret decided they would stay in town for the night, and go to the Lakehouse in the morning.

Margaret called the Lakehouse and spoke to a man. "Hello...Roger...We just got in...They lost some luggage, too... Call the Sands and get us a room for the night... Then come around in the morning, say at nine, and pick us up...Oh, thanks...You're a dear...Bye...Say hi to the girls... Bye." Turning to Jennifer, she said, "Let's get a cab and get out of here."

The ride to the hotel didn't take long at all. Margaret told her niece she had some clothes she could wear. They would freshen up and go down to the bar for a few drinks.

The room was nice, not large, but not too small either. Jennifer was able to fit into a mid-thigh length halter dress of her aunt's, and a pair of thigh high stockings and high heels. Her aunt put on sheer blue tights and high heels, and a long, off the shoulder, white sweater. Heads turned as they walked into the bar, and were seated at a small table.

"We could have some fun here, kiddo.," remarked Margaret.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm still a bit tired.," responded Jennifer.

"You can never be too tired for a little action. Just make sure you call me Maggie. Aunt makes you sound too young and me too old."

They ordered drinks, and were only halfway through them when the waiter brought a second round. "Compliments of the two gentlemen.," he said, pointing to the bar.

Aunt and niece looked over to the bar and saw a pair of elderly men smiling at them. The two looked sixty-five if they were a day. Or older. Jennifer said to Margaret, "Now where have I seen them before? They sure look familiar."

Margaret thought a moment before she had the answer. "I remember. They were in the seats ahead of us on the plane." She lifted the glass and smiled at the men.

The two men walked over and introduced themselves. "Evening, ladies. I'm Bert and this is Augie. Mind if we have a seat?" When the two ladies moved their chairs to allow them, they sat down.

"You were on the plane, weren't you?" asked Jennifer. "I thought you looked familiar. I'm Jenny and this is Maggie. Staying here also?"

"Yes. Augie and I are taking our summer vacation, so to speak."

Augie continued. "While we were on the plane, Bert and I, quite unintentionally, mind you, overheard you discussing your, er, establishment, and we were hoping to avail ourselves of your professional services."

Jennifer could not have been more stunned if she had been poleaxed. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open. Her aunt was, however, fast on the uptake. Nudging Jennifer sharply with her knee, she raised and eyebrow and responded, "Really, gentlemen. Eavesdropping. I'm surprised." Jennifer slammed her mouth shut and listened.

Bert spoke first. "It was quite accidental. My hearing aid was turned up. Once the plane started to take off, I couldn't hear a word."

"Bert told me at the bar, when you came in. We both thought you were fine looking young ladies.," said Augie.

Margaret continued smoothly. "Well, Bert, Augie, Jenny and I were sort of on vacation ourselves. We really hadn't planned on taking on any clients this evening."

"Oh, we understand the suddenness of this. We could make it worth your while.," said Bert.

"If you heard about my...establishment, as you said, then you heard me say that it's a somewhat high-end operation. Professional fees are priced accordingly."

Jennifer couldn't quite believe her aunt was dickering price, when she hadn't agreed to any of this. She reached over and touched Margaret's arm, to try and get her attention.

Margaret continued, seemingly ignoring her niece. "Why don't you fellows go to the bar and get another round of drinks? I can discuss this with my colleague, and let you know when you return. At worst you'll be out a round of drinks."

Bert and Augie smiled and agreed. As they left the table, Jennifer put her head to her aunt's ear and whispered, "Are you nuts?! I'm not a hooker."

Margaret lowered her head to Jennifer's. Talking rapidly in a low voice, she said, "Listen, we're all hookers. Haven't you ever slept with a guy simply because he took you to dinner and a movie? Because it was the thing you did? Same idea. And how many women spread for their husbands, simply because he puts three squares on the table and a roof over the head? They're somehow more noble? If you don't want to, fine. But don't get all holier-than-thou on me."

"I know that. But, I mean, it's just, well I don't know what to do."

"So? I do. Hey, a couple of blow jobs, a quickie fuck, these geezers'll be out like lights, we'll be a grand richer, and can get some sleep."

"How much? A grand? You mean, a thousand dollars? Wow!"

"Never underprice the product, sweetie. And that's total, not per. Well? Yes or no?"

"I guess it's okay. I mean, why not?"

"Okay, just let me do they talking." They raised their heads just in time to see Bert and Augie maneuvering slowly to the table. After they sat down, Margaret said, "Well, fellows, it looks as if Jenny and I are going to take a busman's holiday. I assume you have cash?"

Bert started reaching for his wallet when Margaret reached over and stopped him. "Not now, Bert. Upstairs. We'd be looking at five hundred each." At Augie's surprised stare, she said, "Of course, that would be for an all night party. Now, are there any special requests? Outfits? To be honest, our resources are relatively limited at the moment."

Bert answered first. "No nothing special for me. Just high heels, stockings, and a smile."

Augie was visibly shocked at the price. But unable to appear a cheapskate in front of his friend, he simply agreed with Bert. "Sounds fine to me."

Margaret stood up, but waved everyone back down. She downed her drink in one gulp. "Fine. Now, Jenny here is already in costume, so to speak. I need to powder my nose and clean the room up. Finish your drinks. In five or ten minutes, Jenny will bring you up to our room. By then, I'll have changed." She slyly raised the hem of the sweater so that the two men could see her bush through the sheer fabric of the tights. Augie's doubts seemed to vanish. "These really aren't stockings, after all." She turned and left the bar.

The remaining trio finished their drinks and decided to first stop in the bathrooms. Bert and Augie were waiting for Jennifer as she came out. Smiling, she stepped between them and took their arms. They slowly made their way to the elevators. Shortly before they got to the elevator Bert smiled at his friend and commented, "Long time, eh, Augie."

"I know what you mean.," was Augie's response, somewhat cryptic to Jennifer.

The threesome stepped into the elevator and moved to the rear as a fat, middle aged couple entered after them. The man smiled at Jennifer, but his wife caught his eye. Looking guilty, he rapidly turned around and the couple faced away from the small group.

It was a long ride to their floor. Freeing her hands from Bert and Augie's arms, she slid them quietly down to the front of their pants. Intending to begin getting them hard, she was astounded to feel rock hard erections. She slowly stroked them, and then was surprised again as she felt Augie's hand slide down her rear and pull up her skirt. She shortly felt his gnarled hand gently rubbing the crack of her ass. Her eyes opened wider when she felt Bert's hand move from the skin of her back, and silently tug down the zipper to the dress.

The floor below where they were to get off, the fat couple left the elevator. Jennifer moved her hands from Bert and Augie's crotches when she saw them stirring. The fat woman shot her a glance to freeze water, but the fat man smiled again. All the while, Bert and Augie continued to massage her nearly naked flesh.

At their floor, as they walked down the hall, Jennifer tried to zip the dress back up. Bert stopped her, and as they approached the room, undid the halter top. The dress would have slid to the ground, but for Augie's hand still on her bare ass. Grabbing the dress, she let out a squeal and raced to the room, and let them in. Margaret was sitting on one of the beds, naked except for thigh high stockings and one high heel, strapping an ankle strap on the second.

"Started already gentlemen?" she smiled, holding her hand out for the cash. The two men by now had completely gotten over any misgivings about price. They eagerly handed over the money. Jennifer slipped off the dress and dropped it into the closet. She was no longer at all sure that these "geezers" would settle for "a blow job and a quickie fuck". Those hardons promised her aunt all the action she would be able to handle.

Chapter 7

The first order of business was to undress the two elderly clients. Starting at their sports coats and shirts, the two whores worked their way downward, kissing and licking as they went. Jennifer could sense her aunt's surprise at finding such firm cocks as these men possessed. While both cocks were slim and average sized, Margaret had not been expecting what she saw and felt.

Shortly both men were in their birthday suits. Margaret had them sit next to each other in two armchairs. Then telling Jennifer to kneel between Bert's legs, she knelt between Augie's, smiled, and said, "Race you."

The two women immediately engulfed erect organs in their mouths and began sucking. Tongues swirled, hands stroked and caressed, teeth nipped. The full panoply of oral warfare was used by the expert cocksuckers. Bert and Augie were both shortly moaning and gasping. Augie's cork popped first, but only by seconds.

The two women leaned back on their heels, half expecting the men to fall asleep. They were both astonished to see the two cocks rapidly come back to life, as if they hadn't just moments ago exploded in their mouths. Margaret spoke first. "Another blow job, guys?"

"Not for me.," said Augie. "Why don't you just climb up here. I want to suck your tits while I fuck you."

"Good idea, Augie. I'll take the same, little lady.," said Bert.

Smiling, the women straddled their men, still seated in their armchairs. Bert cupped Jennifer's ass and bounced her up and down on his cock, letting her tits slap him in the face. Augie was more slow and deliberate. Margaret slowly rose and fell on his entombed root, as he gently squeezed her 38DD tits, sucking, alternately, the nipples.

While Jennifer preferred a large cock, Bert and Augie's seemed quite sufficient to do the trick for her. Their organs were liberally laced with large and prominent veins, which were giving her and her aunt great pleasure in the long, full length strokes. She was amazed that these old men could keep it up. It certainly wasn't what she'd heard about old men.

In her own mind, Margaret was thinking much the same as her young niece. While these guys weren't the greatest fucks she'd ever had, they were by no means the worst, either. And she'd never seen men of their age recover from what, by any professional standard, were really great blow jobs. This could be interesting.

Jennifer, not as professionally reserved as her relative, was really enjoying the sensations of Bert's cock sliding inside her pussy. She could feel her juices running onto his balls, and could feel his cock and balls tightening for the coming explosion. Bert began bouncing her even faster, and moments later she shrieked in delight and collapsed onto his spasming prick.

Augie, looking over at the coming pair, couldn't help but be affected. He urged Margaret to greater and greater speed, while wrapping his hands around her waist. He buried his face between her immense tits and reveled in the sensations. Moments later the two of them came, Margaret's pussy twitching around his spurting cock.

The couples rested in the chairs for several minutes, the women lifting off the softening dicks and swiveling to face each other. Then, as nature called, Jennifer excused herself and went into the bathroom. She was in the bathroom for several minutes, relieving her bladder and freshening up her makeup. She had just tugged her stockings back into place, when she heard the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom. Coming back into the room she could hardly believe her eyes. Aunt Margaret was now sitting on Bert's lap, who was still seated in his chair. Aunt Margaret was facing away from Bert, whose erect dick was well ensconced in her pussy, leaning into Augie, standing before her. His erect member was fully in her mouth. She was doing both at once!

She came over to the couple. "Can I help?"

Augie pulled out of Margaret's mouth. Turning Jennifer away from him, he bent her over at the waist so that she was supporting herself by her arms on the desk. Spreading her legs, he plunged in full bore, raising a gasp from her lips. She could feel his balls slapping her inner thighs. They seemed so large they could swing up and hit her engorged clit.

For both women, this was a long, pleasant fuck. The first blow job and first fuck had drained the elderly men of any urgency. With this fuck they took their time, giving long, slow strokes, massaging clits and nipples with free hands, licking and nibbling bare necks and shoulders. The two women peaked several times before Margaret, in the midst of orgasm, called out, "Clamp him, Jenny, clamp him. Make him blow." The two women tightened their pussy muscles and gripped the men in position. The sudden pressure was more than they could bear, and Bert and Augie both came to a shuddering climax.

Slowly escaping from her still clinging twat, Augie staggered backwards on now rubbery legs and collapsed full length on the nearest bed. Margaret hopped up off Bert's lap, his now limp dick shriveled wetly in his lap. The two women each grabbed an arm and, laughing, pulled Bert erect. "Come on big boy. Get up.," said Margaret.

"Yeah, time to go lie down.," laughed Jennifer.

Collapsing onto the other bed, Bert could only say, with a large grin, "Wow! Now that's what I call a workout. You girls gotta remember we're old men." He put one arm behind his head on the pillow, and wrapped the other around Jennifer, as she snuggled against his side, one arm draped over his stomach. Margaret sat on the bed next to Augie, idly scratching his legs and thighs.

Margaret snorted. "You're only as old as you feel, Bert." Reaching down to stroke Augie's flaccid penis, she gave it a small jig. "You guys felt pretty young to me."

"Yeah.," piped in Jennifer. "I thought you said it had been a long time. You guys don't fuck like it's been a long time."

Augie started laughing, as Bert responded. "Honey, it's been a long time since we paid for it, is what I meant. Hell, I only got laid just last week!"

"Yesterday for me."

"Just because we're old doesn't mean we can't screw anymore, kid, or that we don't want to."

"Shit, girls, we get more now than when we were kids."

"Speak for yourself, Augie. I used to get it all the time then, too."

Margaret laughed. "Well if you two aren't a pair. What, are you the Romeos of the senior center?"

Augie smiled at her, not only because she was softly holding his damp and sticky balls. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

Bert explained that the two men owned a condo in Orlando. He had been visiting his son's family in upstate New York, and Augie had flown in the day before to join up and fly to Las Vegas.

"Yeah, me and kids don't get along so well. So I didn't come up early. Spent several nights out of our unit.," said Augie.

"And who lives there? Retired widows. Just like not all old men can't score, not all old ladies are fat and ugly."

"Yeah. I mean some of the girls are real lookers. And now they're not getting any. They moved to Florida and hubby popped off and they're still good for ten, fifteen years. The juices start backing up, so to speak."

"Our building is full of 'em. And let me tell you, they've had a lot of experience, if you get me. Horny as hell, too. Some of those ladies know tricks you girls haven't even heard of."

Augie concluded, "And you never have to worry about getting one pregnant, either."

The whole group laughed at the final comment. Then Bert looked over at Augie, still having his balls massaged. "So who'd you fuck yesterday? You were flying in from Orlando then!"

"When I got to Albany, you and your family took me out to dinner, right? Your daughter-in-law's mom was with us, right?"

"Carol's mom? You did Carol's mom!?" laughed Bert. "You said you went out for coffee after dinner."

"We did. We just drank it in her bed."

"Jesus, Augie, you kill me. An hour into town and you score on my relatives."

"Hey, she was rubbing my thigh all through dinner. I can't help it if you didn't notice."

"She did have great legs."

"Nice tits, too. And get this. She shaves her pussy."

"No kidding? You're shitting me, right?"

"No kidding, Bert. She's really hot."

Margaret and Jennifer laughed at the two men. "You guys are just terrible.," said Margaret. They continued to stroke their partners slowly straightening dicks.

Jennifer, her head propped on her free hand, asked Bert, "So we know who Augie did. Who'd you do while away from home? You do your daughter-in-law's mom, too?"

"Oh, no. I did my daughter-in-law.," said Bert.

"What?!" exclaimed Augie. "You did Carol?! Your own daughter-in-law?! What'd your kid say about that?"

"Oh, Augie, lighten up. He doesn't know nothing. Hell, I've been doing her for years."

"Since when?"

"Since that visit six years ago. Remember, they brought the kids and stayed for a week. You moved out. I did her then. And every time we get together since, we always really get together."

"I remember that. I moved in with the McMurty sisters for the week." Looking over at Margaret, Augie said, "Twins, but not identical. Mid-fifties, real lookers. One's a widow, the other's divorced. Greeted me at the door in, what do you call them? Sort of like corsets, but only covering about half their tits..."

Margaret answered, "Bustiers? Teddiettes? 'Merry Widow's?"

"Yeah,," continued Augie. "'Merry Widow's. And stockings and heels, too. Damn near broke it off that week."

"Well,," continued Bert. "One morning, I was in the kitchen in my bathrobe drinking my coffee and reading Playboy. Carol came in wearing a bikini, heels, and a beach cover-up. She poured herself a cup of coffee. Bill had taken the kids to a movie, and she was going to meet them at the pool later. She started scolding me about the magazine, so I told her I was old, not dead. She looked over my shoulder and saw my cock sticking up through my bathrobe, and said I was right, I wasn't dead after all."

"I covered up a bit, but she kept teasing me. She opened up her cover-up and asked if she looked as good as the girls in the magazine. Well I was getting kinda tired of her crap, so I said I couldn't tell, she was still dressed. Now that surprised her, let me tell you. Then, I saw her looking at my crotch, where I still had a hardon, and she took off the cover-up. She popped off the bra, and said, 'How's this?' She looked pretty good. So I said, she still had too many clothes on. After about another minute, she pulled down her panties. She's just standing there in her heels. And now my hardon has popped out of the robe, again. I turned to her and started eating. Then I fucked her twice on the table. Then she left for the pool, and I took a nap."

"And now you do her every visit?" asked Jennifer.

"Yeah, sure. Sooner or later, she gets her husband and the kids out of the way for an afternoon. And we get reacquainted. Horizontally."