The Old Geezers: Bundle No. 3 - More Past-it Pensioners Get Mattress Action With Hot-for-it Honeys

By Rebecca Ryatt

More naughty tales from the vivid and lurid imagination of Rebecca Ryatt. According to one reviewer, she "puts you in the story, making you feel like it's happening to you". Buy this bundle, and you'll feel just like old Wilf and hot Pia feel as they get raunchy; you'll be there with 19-year-old Sammie-Jo as she gets intimate with old fogey, Reg; you'll experience what Mr. Swanage experiences when his sexy neighbor Jenna drives him crazy. Another reader remarked after reading one of Rebecca's stories: "Once I started I didn't want to put it down. She's that good." So get yours now!

If you like stories about very old men having relationships with much younger women, you will enjoy The Old Geezers Bundle No. 3 and also check out The Old Geezers Bundle No. 1 and No. 2.

WARNING
These stories are only suitable for adult readers. They contain graphic descriptions of sex between very old men and much younger women. The characters depicted are aged 18+. If you are offended by erotic material please do not purchase this collection or use the Look Inside facility.

WHAT YOU WILL BE GETTING IN THIS COLLECTION...

SINK THE PINK Wilf Noble OBE is an old snooker player whose exhibitions in smoky clubs aren’t hugely successful. So when hot Pia Monroe turns up at one of his events and starts to play with his cue, elderly Wilf is offered an opportunity of a lifetime with a sexy young woman

HER GRANDAD'S DRINKING BUDDY... AND 3 OF HIS MATES When 19-year-old Sammie-Jo meets her grandfather's new mate, Reg Crabtree, the pair indulge in some lewd banter. But the exchange triggers something in the sexy teenager, and soon she is getting down and dirty with the octogenarian... while later she gets acquainted with three of his old-fogey pals.

THE DRIVING LESSON Lovely 20-something housewife Jenna Wilkins likes her elderly neighbor Mr Swanage in an “isn’t he sweet” kind of way. But when he offers to take Jenna out on a driving lesson, she soon discovers he has other things on his mind, and she’s quite happy to play with his gear stick.

Find out how these old geezers pull these hot teasers by downloading this sexy story bundle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Nov 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463823989

Rebecca Ryatt

Rebecca Ryatt is a prolific author of erotica. Although primarily a writer of fiction, she has also published a how-to guide for would-be erotica authors called You Can Write Erotic Fiction: How To Build Your Sexy Story With 9 Secret Beats. Formerly a journalist, she has also done her fair share of other jobs including fruit picker and shelf stacker. She also plays the piano and performed as a singer-songwriter for a while. Writing at her kitchen table while drinking a cup of coffee, she loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted on Twitter @rebeccaryatt.

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The Old Geezers Bundle No. 3

Copyright 2018 Rebecca Ryatt

Published by Rebecca Ryatt at Smashwords

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Praise for Rebecca Ryatt’s work

‘Loved it! Rebecca Ryatt is a superb author’

‘Funny and raunchy!’

‘... hilarious and lewd and a bit disturbing, but I liked it and the writing is good... ’

‘I finished this story in one sitting, very moving and brought me back to my youth again a long time ago’

‘I enjoyed the read and found it quite thrilling’

‘Read this book it will make you laugh, cry and cum up a storm!’

‘Just dirty... that is how I like it... quick hot read! Will be reading this author again’

‘For those who enjoy this particular fetish (old man/young girl), this will be a great read. I think the author is a skilled writer’

‘Rebecca Ryatt... puts you in the story, making you feel like it's happening to you. You don't feel as if your reading, just seeing and feeling the story’

‘Once I started I didn't want to put it down. She's that good’

Table of Contents

Sink The Pink

Her Granddad’s Drinking Buddy... and three of his mates

The Driving Lesson

About the Author

Other books by Rebecca Ryatt

Connect with Rebecca Ryatt

Sink The Pink

SHE was a remarkably attractive young woman. She sat impassively in the front row of the auditorium, a secretive smile on her full, crimson lips.

Wilf Noble OBE tried to ignore her as he lined up the black ball, which would give him victory over his third opponent of the evening.

The young lady wore a short blue dress that barely covered her thighs, and her silky smooth legs were enough even to put an elderly chap like Wilf off his game.

She was a slim brunette, probably in her early 20s, and there was something familiar about her. But Wilf couldn’t quite place her. She had some Mediterranean, or perhaps even Asian, heritage.

Wilf potted the black ball. The crowd applauded, and he shook hands with the middle-aged man who’d challenged him.

At 75 years of age, Wilf was a legend of snooker. He had been world champion 10 times. He won his last title 25 years ago, and he’d retired from the game 10 years later. He was finding it hard to compete against the flashier young men who had come to dominate the game. But Wilf was still good enough to beat amateur players. A few years ago, he started to organize exhibitions at his snooker club in Sussex. He would invite three amateur players to take him on in best-of-seven-frame matches. An audience would pay £10-a-head to watch. In seven years, he’d never lost – in fact, he’d never dropped a single frame, winning all of his matches by 4-0. This evening, like all the others, had been a relative success. The auditorium had been almost full, but almost was what Wilf expected these days – younger snooker fans had forgotten about him, and the majority of those who knew his name were over the age of 60.

The lights dimmed; the crowd departed.

Wilf was left alone in the auditorium. The only light still on was the one above the table. The veteran snooker player nudged the balls around the green baize, the face of the young woman lingering in his head.

Well, she was probably just a spectator – only an especially beautiful one, he thought.

He would go home in a few minutes to feed the cat. He’d have a nightcap and watch an episode of Last Of The Summer Wine, that pleasant situation comedy from days gone by where no one swore and there was no naughtiness. He shuddered and felt himself blush.

Heels clicked on the paneled floor behind him.

He wheeled around.

She sashayed out of the shadows, and the sight of her stirred something inside him.

It was the lovely young woman in blue.

She was astonishingly beautiful, and now he could appreciate her properly, not steal glances while he was trying to play snooker.

Her long dark hair shone in the spotlight. She had green eyes, and they flashed with passion. She was pouting, a gesture that showed off her full lips perfectly. Her blue dress was wonderfully short, and displayed her curves. Her long, athletic legs were perched on blue stilettoes, and she carried a small, blue purse.

Do I know you, Miss? he asked.

Perhaps, she said, her voice silky. She had a sibilant when she said the s, a tiny whistle that made her voice even sexier.

Wilf quivered. The club is closed now.

I know, I’ve been locked in. What a silly girl I am, she said, a playful tone to her voice now.

She stepped closer to the table. Her perfume made every nerve in Wilf’s body tighten as it invaded his senses. She wasn’t particularly tall – maybe a couple of inches more than Wilf’s five feet five in her heels, which were five-inch ones.

I’m... I’m Wilf Noble OBE, he said.

I know. She chuckled and pouted.

Wilf’s belly fluttered. Goodness, I am becoming aroused, he thought. But why should