The Old Geezers: Bundle No. 2 - More Elderly Men Get Lucky With Hot Younger Women

By Rebecca Ryatt

Another dirty delight from the imagination of Rebecca Ryatt. A second collection of the best old & young erotica. If you like stories about wrinkly gentlemen in their 70s and 80s romping with sexy younger women, you will enjoy The Old Geezers: Bundle No. 2 and also check out The Old Geezers: Bundle No. 1

WARNING

These stories are only suitable for adult readers. They contain graphic descriptions of sex between old men and younger women. The characters depicted are aged 18+. Although the characters don’t use condoms, the author encourages all her readers to always practice safe sex.

WHAT YOU WILL BE GETTING IN THIS COLLECTION...

ARIANA AND THE ELDERY VICARS When reporter Ariana Fenimore has to confront two elderly vicars with a very dodgy video that has come to light, she feels both nervous and strangely thrilled by the prospect. The 23-year-old beauty thinks she has the old men under control. But she couldn’t be more wrong...

THE GROOM’S GRANDPA Jodie Kerwin is 23 and beautiful. And when she is invited to her aunt's wedding, the least she was hoping for was to make out with a handsome young man. But it is an innocent waltz with the groom’s 80-year-old grandfather that eventually turns into something far more intimate...

SCORING WITH SHYLA Sexy Shyla Bartlett is shocked when a 78-year-old former soccer player gropes her at an after-match event. Shyla determines to put the pensioner straight. But when she turns up at his house, it doesn’t go the way she planned – and the OAP is doing much more than just groping her...

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Nov 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463432327

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. 2

Copyright 2018 Rebecca Ryatt

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‘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

Ariana and the Elderly Vicars

The Groom’s Grandpa

Scoring With Shyla

About the Author

Other books by Rebecca Ryatt

Connect with Rebecca Ryatt

Ariana and the Elderly Vicars

I MUST apologize for William’s behavior, said the Reverend Henry Jacks (retired) as he tottered into the living room with a tea tray. He is sometimes over-protective, and becoming a bit doddery in his old age.

Ariana Fenimore smiled. Pot calling the kettle black, she thought. The retired vicar was 80, she had checked before leaving the Chronicle’s office that morning. So to hear him describe his colleague, the Reverend William Ruffnell (also retired), as being of an old age was amusing.

How old is he, Mr. Jacks? she asked.

William’s 84, you know, he said. The white-haired old man laid the tray on the table in front of Ariana. She was certain he glanced at her crossed legs as he bent down, and she shuddered at the thought. He should have gone into a retirement home, well, decades ago, but the Church is kind to him, and I, as a God-fearing man, could not see my old colleague tossed into some home where he would shrivel up and die. I think we should be kind with our fellow man, in spite of his inadequacies, don’t you think?

Certainly, said Ariana.

Mr. Jacks straightened with a groan and perched himself on the couch. Ariana uncrossed her legs and kept her knees tightly together. Her inner thighs were hot. A quiver ran through her loins. Perhaps she was inappropriately dressed for a visit to the retired vicar. Her blue skirt was rather short, but she had a lovely pair of legs, and they shimmered beautifully that day in the sheen-finish tights. Maybe her white, silk blouse was a little too tight around her 36DD bust. A nervous tension gripped her, and she curled her toes in her high-heeled shoes. She felt a little flushed.

What is the matter with me? she thought.

Mr. Jacks poured the tea. Now, my dear Miss Fenimore, what would you like to talk about?

She smiled at him, her full, red lips parting to dazzle the senior citizen with her perfect, white teeth. The elderly vicar was bald, his scalp mottled with liver spots. Snow-white hair sprouted from the side of his head, and it seemed that a considerable amount was growing out of his ears. A pair a round, gold-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose, which showed signs of a few too many nightcaps.

Ariana felt herself blush. She steeled herself, fending off her embarrassment

It’s about some very serious claims made against you and the Reverend Ruffnell, said the 23-year-old reporter. The vicar’s eyes gaped and spit dribbled from his mouth, which he quickly licked away with his sloppy pink tongue. The gesture made Ariana shudder again, and her throat was very dry. She was desperate for some lubrication. She leaned forward to pick up her teacup, and immediately she sensed her blouse should have been done up a little better. She knew Mr. Jacks was staring at her cleavage. The reasonable response would have been to sit up straight. But for some reason Ariana could not fathom, she lingered a moment while retrieving her tea, allowing the elderly reverend a glance down her top. Her body thrummed. She suddenly felt disgusted by what she had done and quickly sat up. She continued: Some information has come to hand.

Whose hand, may I ask? said Mr. Jacks, leering. He showed his yellow teeth and again licked his lips, but this time quite lasciviously.

Our… my hands.

I see. He glanced around his humble abode, pondering. It was not the actual vicarage: it was an annex. Jacks and Ruffnell were two former vicars of the parish. They were both