The Old Geezers: Bundle No. 4 - Past-it Pensioners Nail Some Knockout Babes

By Rebecca Ryatt

Rebecca Ryatt is back with her fourth bundle of old-and-young romps to titillate and tease you. This collection includes FIVE frisky tales, so if you like stories about old men having relationships with much younger women, grab your copy right now - and make sure you've got Bundles 1, 2, and 3 in your collection too.

Remember, 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. These stories are meant for open-minded adults only.

PRAISE FOR THE AUTHOR

“Loved it! Rebecca Ryatt is a superb author...” Oculum Infame
“Funny and raunchy!” Notneeded
“Hilarious and lewd and a bit disturbing, but I liked it and the writing is good...” Margarete Shulz
“Read this book it will make you laugh, cry and cum up a storm!” Amazon reader

WHAT YOU WILL BE GETTING IN THIS COLLECTION...

THE OLD MAN AT No. 69 Beautiful 24-year-old housewife Jasmine Kerrigan has a little bit too much time on her hands. And with a taboo taste in very old men, she soon gets her hands on her elderly neighbour, Mr Cherwell. Now she wants to take things all the way with the senior citizen. Can he cope with the younger woman’s demands?

OLD PASTOR, HOT BRIDE It’s the happiest day of Elle’s life. The gorgeous 22 year old has finally tied the knot. But Elle is an erotic adventurer, an independent young woman who has always enjoyed getting dirty with men of all ages. Craving one last fling, Elle prepares to give herself to her most unexpected conquest – but will the Reverend Malcolm Fickle, 76, prove to be a willing partner in the sinful bride's adulterous quest?

THREE CHRISTMAS CRACKERS

SANTA'S HORNY HELPER When lonely old Godfrey Pye reluctantly agrees to play Santa at a department store, little does he realize that one of the perks is a very sexy Helper named Bree.
HOLLY'S HOT FOR SANTA SEX 21-year-old Holly wrote to Santa offering him much more than mince pies and a glass of milk if he came down her chimney. How could the fat old pervert turn down such an offer?
SLUTS FOR SANTA'S ELF Bree and Holly find themselves selected by Santa for a very special task - pleasuring a ballot-winning elf named Snipe. And when Holly goes about her business with enthusiasm, Bree can't help but join in.

Do you enjoy stories about older men and younger women? You will certainly enjoy this collection from an acclaimed author of erotica!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Nov 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463489482

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. 4

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

The Old Man at No. 69

Old Pastor, Hot Bride

Three Christmas Crackers

1. Santa’s Horny Helper

2. Holly’s Hot For Santa Sex

3. Sluts For Santa’s Elf

About the Author

Other books by Rebecca Ryatt

Connect with Rebecca Ryatt

The Old Man at No. 69

I FIND him in the garden of his home at No.69. I live with my husband at 67. I peer over the fence that separates our properties and say, Good morning, Mr. Cherwell.

My old neighbor seems pleased to see me. Excited and thrilled. Raising his head from the borders he attends to daily, his eyes bulge and he smiles me a set of gleaming dentures.

Ah, Mrs. Kerrigan, how delightful to see you.

I was wondering… Terry bought me some lovely lingerie for my birthday, would you care to see it?

He’s up on his feet, wiping his hands on his trousers. I certainly would, Mrs. Kerrigan. Are they particularly skimpy?

Very skimpy – and quite satiny, too.

He totters over to the fence. So, what are you wearing at the moment?

He can only see my face. I can see his flat cap, his age-creased face and the sagging skin of his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing with eagerness.

Well, just my dressing gown. But by the time you totter around and come in through the back door, I’ll have some saucy stuff on, just for you.

Indeed. I’ll just clean up. Wouldn’t want any nasty soil on your skimpies, would we.

Not that kind of soil. I gesture to his dirty hands. But I’m sure something’s going to get soiled before long.

I giggle, and he chortles. With you in a sec, Mrs. Kerrigan. Off he waddles, through the patio doors.

I stroll into the house already tingling at the thought of what is to occur in my living room with the old boy next door. He is 81 years old, his name is Anthony Cherwell. He is married to Doreen, 79. I am 24, my name is Jasmine Kerrigan. I am married to Terry, 26. Terry and I have lived next door to Mr. and Mrs. Cherwell for three years, and I have been playing with his cock for six weeks. He hasn’t fucked me yet – I’ve sucked him and let him use my breasts; I’ve used my hands on him and he has fingered me. But now I want the feel of an old man’s dick in my quim. I want his big old balls – and old men have such big balls – to be slapping against my bottom as he pumps me. I want his wrinkly body pressed against my hot 34D-25-35 figure.

I choose a white nightie made of satin, with lace trim. Slipping into a pair of white stilettos, I run a hand through my long, beige blonde hair. I strike a pose and wait for my dirty old man.

He never keeps me waiting. Seconds later I hear the back door slide open. Yoo-hoo, he calls from the kitchen.

In here, Mr. Cherwell. All ready and willing.

And very able, he adds, appearing at the door. He freezes and gawps at my body. Eyes roving, he says, Astonishing, Mrs. Kerrigan, astonishing.

Mr. Cherwell wears his flat cap still and a dirty-old-man raincoat, which he opens once inside my house. Underneath he has on a pair of loose Y-fronts, and also he wears brown socks and brown leather shoes. The skin hangs off his pale body. Wisps of white hair sprout from his hollow chest and sagging shoulders. His pencil legs carry him towards me.

Isn’t it a wispy little thing, I say.

Truly. His voice is distant; dreamy. Such a lovely sight. You are a fine figure of the female species, Mrs. Kerrigan, as always.

You’re too kind.

May I? He glances at my face.

Certainly, it’s the reason you’re here.

He takes the hem of my nightie in his hands and rubs it between his fingers and thumb. Lovely material. And some delightful lace work at the edges, he says, leaning to one side and placing his hand on my thigh. His hand drifts beneath the wispy material and strokes my bottom. As firm and as beautiful as ever, Mrs. Kerrigan.

I do try my best, Mr. Cherwell.

Such lovely, expensive-looking satin. He takes hold of the nightie’s hem.

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