Charley Ames pinched himself, metaphorically speaking. In actuality, he squeezed his cock as a reality check. And, yes, it was swollen and semi-erect with virtually no prompting. The little blue pills that his physician friend had prescribed for him were miracle workers of sorts. At seventy-eight, his sex life had been resurrected from the land of the dead.

Shawna Timmons had stepped, or more properly limped, into his life and turned his world upside down. And for the better.

A jogging injury led to his ministrations that not only took care of her ankle, but he ended up scratching an itch between her smooth thighs as well. Before the evening was over, Charley had planted his ancient seed in Shawna's fertile valley and now, weeks later, they were regular lovers.

Charley had hesitated to follow up on the serendipity of their first meeting, but armed with a penis erectile enhancer, he bravely called her only to discover she had been hoping to hear from him all along. His worries about their age difference were for naught. As a result, Charley was getting more sex than he ever did as a married man. The death of his wife from cancer had left him celibate and wracked with guilt for using porn as a tool for occasional relief, but Shawna had changed all that.

"Charley, I love sex and you are perfect for me. Old enough to understand a woman's needs but still able to get it up. And you get it up just fine, Sweetie. I don't know that I've ever had better sex. And as far as your confession about jacking off, I heartily recommend it. I do it all the time. Keep that tool in shape. I already notice the difference. You've got more stamina than most men half your age, blue pill or not. You gotta love science. Those little tablets make you and me happy campers."

With words of encouragement like that, Charley suddenly had a new attitude on life. He began chair Tai Chi and even though he didn't develop chiseled abs, he could tell the difference after only a few weeks. His belly fat had all but disappeared. He admired his new image in his wife's full-length closet mirror by sucking in his stomach and giving his circumcised penis several strokes. The bulbous head proudly swelled in response.

As he glanced at the clock, he realized that Shawna would be arriving soon, and he quickly dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of expensive slacks he hadn't worn in ages. They hung just right on his trimmed frame, and the thin material advertised a hard cock nicely.

The buzz of the doorbell woke him from his reverie, and he quckly double checked to see everything was in order. A Chardonnay in the fridge and a Cabernet decanted and on the table. A blue tablet sat on the kitchen counter, and he quickly swallowed it with a sip of water. It was the second one he had taken that afternoon. He wanted to be ready. After all, it was his birthday.

And Shawna had promised a surprise.

Charley opened the door and welcomed his guest with a brief hug and a kiss. She was wearing a raincoat even though it was not raining, and she had a shopping bag hanging from one hand. Her large breasts strained the buttons on her coat.

"Happy birthday, big boy. Are you ready to party? From the looks of that tent in your pants, I'd say yes."

"Come on in, Shawna. I'm looking forward to this even though I don't want to mention how old I am. But age is only a number. Along with creaky bones and aches." He smiled at his joke.

"Hey, mister. Think boner...not bones. I'm going to make your day."

"Let me take your coat. Let's get started. I've got wine chilled and open."

"Pour me some nectar, Sweetie, and I'll set this stuff down."

Charley obeyed and retrieved the wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. When he turned around, he gasped. Shawna had removed her coat and was standing in a black bustier that left little to the imagination. Not only was it low-cut, but it had cutouts for her nipples. It extended over her hips, ending in garter-belt fasteners for a pair of sheer, black nylons. A pair of thong panties barely covered her pussy. Her tiny feet were accentuated with a pair of stiletto heels she had just slipped on.

"Like it? I didn't want to overdress for your birthday. This is a special order from Frederick's."

She turned around and bent over, exposing her olive-skinned, fleshy ass. Her butt cheeks were bare except for the tiny thong panties that disappeared between them.

Charley stood there, a wine glass in each hand, and only smiled. His slacks tented obscenely, announcing his approval.

"No sense wasting a lot of time trying to turn you on. You're like a light switch, Charley. Come here so I can check your pulse. I am a nurse, you know."

Charley walked to her and handed her a glass.

"A toast, old man, to living life to the fullest."

As they raised their glasses, Shawna reached down and grabbed Charley's cock through his pants.

"I'd say your heart is fine. Blood seems to be flowing to all the right parts. I'd better get a closer look. I forgot my stethoscope, so a first-hand peek is in order. Would you mind taking out your cock, Sweetie? Inspection time!"

With his free hand, Charley unzipped his fly and, after a bit of a struggle with the stiff appendage, worked it out. It was rigid enough to hang a hat on, and the skin was so taut it seemed to shine. The bulbous head had a tiny drop of liquid forming at his piss hole.

"My goodness. Just what the doctor ordered, Honey. I think you are even bigger than usual. Does this mean you like me?"

Shawna reached down and stroked him slowly, smiling all the while.

"Okay, birthday boy. Let's start with a slow blowjob. A little wine, a little suck, more wine, more sucking. How does that sound?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She kneeled in front of him and grabbed his cock. She took a sip and licked her lips before stretching and wrapping them around the crown of Charley's cock. He felt her tongue slide around the head, first in one direction, and then the opposite before poking his piss hole and inserting the tip of her tongue there. She continued in this fashion, alternating sips of wine with professional attention to the cock in her hand. As Charley grew more excited, she squeezed the base and took a sip of wine.

Soon the precum was increasing, and she could tell he was getting close.

"Go ahead, Baby. Shoot all that old-man sperm in my wine glass, and I'll drink it down. I love the taste of your cum."

Her strokes increased until her hand was a blur on his shaft. Charley closed his eyes tightly and then grunted as the first blast of creamy white cum shot into the waiting wine glass. Spurt after spurt followed until he was drained. The narrow bottom of the wine flute housed a milky pool of sperm.

Never taking her eyes off of Charley, Shawna raised her glass in a toast and tipped it to her mouth. The gooey puddle slowly slid down the flute and between her full, painted lips into her waiting mouth.

"Mmm, a hint of cherry and pepper. Definitely a remarkable vintage. I hope you have more in store for later. Only I'd like the next deposit in my pussy. This is just a tasting."

She stood and kissed Charley. His pants were piled at his feet, and his cock was flagging slightly, but still trying to defy gravity.

"Why don't we relax for a few minutes with our drinks and then get more comfortable? The night is just beginning."

Shawna grabbed the shopping bag she had brought and started emptying the contents on the coffee table. She set an expensive but small movie camera with a tiny tripod on the table and then reached in and pulled out a medium-sized dildo attached to a waist harness.

"Just for a little fun. And if you like this, his big brother is waiting."

She reached in and pulled out a huge plastic penis. It was the size of a large cucumber and lifelike except for its size.

"Just in case we get bored. It's not necessarily for you. I might want to try it out later."

The next item was a DVD.

"I know what you like, Honey. Big tits and slim hips. I at least meet half of those specs, but this is a special viewing of Busty Nubiles featuring young busty vixens doing what they do best. I'll load it in the bedroom player, and during resting spells we can watch a little TV."

Finally, she pulled out a rubber wand with a dozen or so foot-long, loose, leather extensions. Charley looked at it with a confused face.

"A cat-of-nine-tails, Darling. Not meant for serious flogging...just light strokes. I've been a naughty girl. And what about you? Have you been bad?"

Chaley's dick didn't know whether to salute or drop at the sight of the toys laid out on the table. Still holding the last item, Shawna lightly stroked it over his cock. To Charley's surprise, his penis straightened and swelled.

"I wanted to make this a birthday to remember, Sweetie. The camera is so we can watch it later. Memories trend to fade, but the camera never lies. Now, you relax a bit, and I'll get this set up in the bedroom. I'm so excited, my pussy is gushing."

And soon they were ready. The Chardonnay was mostly gone, and Shawna called to her lover from the bedroom. She was lying there, still wearing the stiletto heels, but the panties were gone, and her legs were spread wide with her knees in the air.

"Okay, Charley. Time to face the music and celebrate old age. First, remove the rest of your clothes. You look a little silly with only a shirt on. Yes. Please notice that I've removed my panties, and my pudendum is nicely shaved. Not that I need it, but you can start with a little cunnilingus. A nice, wet tongue always puts me in a good mood."

Charley noticed the television was on and two busty women were working over a muscular stud with a huge cock. The sound was turned down, but the only dialogue was grunting and groaning with occasional giggles from the girls as they marveled at the cock they were trying to swallow.

Naked, Charley crawled between Shawna's thighs and slowly worked his mouth from the inside of her knees to her bare pussy. The butterfly wings of her labia were spread, and the pink inner parts were exposed. Charley's tongue dipped there before paying extra attention to the little hooded penis at the top of her cunt. It swelled in response, and soon moans were elicited from the writhing object of his ministrations.

"Oh, Sweetie. Yes, yes, yes. I love the way you eat me, Charley. Mmm, yes, your fingers know just what I like. Right there, Baby. You are such a good boy."

Shawna loved to give instructions during sex, and Charley loved to hear them, especially when they complimented his efforts. It excited him beyond belief to hear a woman's voice talking dirty and using words that would have shocked his wife.

"I'm going to need a stiff cock in me soon, Honey. I'm so wet. My cunt is gushing already. Do you want to fuck me, Baby? Please say yes. Make me cum with your fat cock. Go ahead and stuff it in me."

And he did.

Charley rose to his knees and grabbed the base of his penis and lined it up with the pink opening just above her little brown asshole. He rubbed the head against that other orifice and lubricated her anus with her own juices before putting it back in the sweet opening of her pussy. Shawna reached down and pulled him in further. And then he was buried. Home again.

"We'll save that other hole for later, Sweetie. Lord, your cock feels so good. It's like a steel rod in me. Whatever you are eating, don't stop."

She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him tightly to her hips.

'Time for some serious fucking, Honey. Yes, Baby, just like that. Slow at first and then build. Nice long strokes. You're so deep."

As she spoke, she released one hand from his buttocks, and a few seconds later, he felt the mild sting of leather on his ass. Shawna had the whip in her hand.

"Giddyup, Cowboy. Fuck your little girl like you mean it. I need a good, hard ride. As Tex would say, I'm back in the saddle again."

She began to flog him a bit harder to keep up with their fucking, and soon they were bucking their hips in unison, and he felt a swat from the whip with each downstroke.

"Yeehaw, Cowboy. That's my big cocked lover. I love the way you fuck me. How many swats for your birthday? Too many to count, hmmm?"

Shawna's tits were jiggling in the undersized D cups of her bustier, which did little to restrain those magnificent mounds. Charley took a thick nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it before latching onto it with his lips and sucking. At one point, he looked to the side and noticed the camera with a red light blinking as it recorded their activity. Realizing he was fucking for posterity, he redoubled his efforts and added his own filthy dialogue.

"Your pussy is so tight and smooth. Can you feel how deep I am? You make me feel like a teenager again, Shawna. I love what you are doing with that whip, Baby. I'm a naughty boy, aren't I?"

Shawna's eyes were glued to his, and a smile erupted on her lips.

"Okay, Kemosabe, time to switch around. Fuck me doggy style for a while. You can get really deep that way."

Charley pulled out and smiled as Shawna scrambled to her knees and, craning her neck, watched as best she could as Charley guided his glistening helmet back into her pussy, but not before once again rubbing it against her anus and giving that brown star a little nudge. His cockhead flattened, and he reinserted it into her pussy and pressed his hips forward until, once again, his cock had disappeared.

"I can tell you really want that other hole, don't you, Sweetie. Let's do this for a while, and then maybe we can go there."

And that is what they did. Shawna was soon forcing her hips back to meet Charley's almost violent thrusts. Their fucking made squishy sounds as their juices combined, and Charley used two fingers to collect the goo around his cock and rubbed it around Shawna's ass before inserting first one finger, and then two fingers there. She put her head to the pillow sideways and moaned her delight.

Soon she was begging him to put his cock in her ass.

"Go ahead, Sweetie. Just be careful at first. Nice and slow, hmmm? Ooh, holy mother. Okay, easy cowboy. You are a naught wrangler, aren't you? Fucking your little girl in the ass as if you own it. Mmm, I think this is actually nice...a big, hard old man cock in my ass. Maybe I should put on that strap-on and do this to you."

And she did...much later. But that is another story.

Meanwhile, despite all efforts to keep from coming and the wonders of the little blue pills, an explosion was imminent. Shawna knew it, and so did Charley. As his strokes became more and more frantic, Shawna's sensitive pooter, stretched as it was, felt the warning signs, and so she encouraged that outcome.

"Go ahead and cum in my ass, Honey. We both want it, don't we? Give me all your sweet cum and make me feel like a whole woman again, filled with your sperm."

As she spoke, the words had a magical effect on her as well, and she felt a rising tide in her brain. When the first blast of cum exploded into her colon, she quickened the rubbing of her clitoris that she had started when Charley entered her ass, and that was all it took. As his cock throbbed inside her, he noticed the wrinkled star of her anus pulsating in waves of pleasure, and Shawna gripped the bedspread in tight fists and screamed. Her brain left the planet, and for a moment she didn't know where she was.

Finally, she collapsed with Charley still buried in her and lying prone on top of her. They stayed this way for several minutes before, groaning, they rolled over and embraced face to face. Sperm seeped out of Shawna's pussy onto the bed.

Happy birthday, Honey. Did you like your presents? I didn't gift wrap them very well."

Charley only smiled. He looked at Shawna and then noticed the two dildos that had not yet been used, thankfully.

Let sleeping dogs lie, he thought to himself. Instead, he only said, "Thank you. That was beyond my wildest dreams."

Shawna had other ideas, though. But those stories are for another day.