The Older Women Collection (Lucky Lads Bed Glamorous Grans): Volume 3

By Rebecca Ryatt

PRAISE FOR VOLUME 1...
If I could give this book 50 stars I would. Ms. Ryatt please write book Volume 2 to this series as I have been waiting FOREVER! All the stories were great and I truly enjoyed the female empowerment and confidence in their own respective sexualities—FAITH L.

SHE WROTE VOLUME 2, AS REQUESTED...
Wow, what an amazing set of stories again. Five stars and then some... Great work, please keep writing more stories like these, we just love these sexy pleasure providing glamorous GILFS!!—P,

NOW GET READY FOR VOLUME 3...
The old gals are back for a third instalment. Pamela, Rowenna, Hennie, Selena, and, of course, Portia, get racy with a host of handsome young males, aged 18 and over. What is it about older women and younger men? Is it the illicit idea that a lady of a certain age should not enjoy sex? That she should perhaps resort to knitting and tea with friends? The mature beauties in these five stories from prolific erotica author Rebecca Ryatt certainly don’t intend to follow the pack, and the only thing they take lying down will be a young stud. The sexual adventures of these 60+ grannies are laid bare as they thoroughly enjoy erotic encounters with 18-year-old men. Celebrate their desires as they prove that you are never too old to have fun in the bedroom... or in the woods, or on a porn set...

WHAT YOU WILL GET...

PAMELA’S PORN DEBUT—AT HER AGE! When an appalled Mrs. Villiers spots a filthy magazine ad for older women to appear in dirty movies, she decides to carry out an in-depth investigation—and gets some “in depth” action of her own.

A RIDE FOR MRS. RUSSELL Rowenna’s the filthy rich wife of a racehorse owner—but when there are young stable lads around, she enjoys playing the filthy mare herself.

HIGH FLYING AND HORNY Hennie’s about to retire as a flight attendant. And she wants to celebrate, big style. Who better to share a bed with on her last trip than the teenaged twins next door?

SELENA’S SUNDAY ROAST Selena’s disgusted that a bunch of travelling folk have commandeered land in her village. She sets out to give them a piece of her mind. But when she meets young Marcu in the woods, she gets a bit of a roasting herself.

VOTE FOR LADY FANNING! The insatiable MP is back, and this time she is giving a speech to a crowd of tasty young Tory boys, all aged 18+. Of course, putting Portia in a room with young studs can have only one outcome—and with the help of her horny assistant Mrs. Keats, she campaigns hard with all the young men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Sep 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005583781

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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Copyright © 2021 by Rebecca Ryatt

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Contact Rebecca Ryatt on Twitter @rebeccaryatt

WARNING

This collection features very lewd and taboo descriptions of older woman (60+) having sex with young men (aged 18+). All the characters are consenting adults. The use of the word boy refers to consenting adults, aged 18 and over. If you find this kind of material shocking, don't purchase and then complain about it. If, however, you are open-minded about sexy elderly ladies enjoying sex with younger male partners, please buy this collection—because we are sure you'll enjoy it. And don't forget, The Older Women Collection Volumes 1 and 2, also available on Smashwords.

PRAISE

Readers loved Volumes 1 and 2 of

The Older Women Collection

If I could give this book 50 stars I would. Ms. Ryatt please write book Volume 2 to this series as I have been waiting FOREVER! All the stories were great, and I truly enjoyed the female empowerment and confidence in their own respective sexualities.

—Faith L

Another fun collection of Rebecca Ryatt's stories about older ladies who like a young man, or even several young men, in their life. And a welcome return for Lady Portia Fanning MP, the buxom politician with an insatiable appetite for 18-year-old studs. More please!

—Maxwell Lord

Amazing set of stories again. Five stars and then some for your new writings, these stylishly sexy glamorous old ladies rule!! We just love these sexy pleasure-providing glamorous GILFS!!

—"P"

They also love her other books…

All of Rebecca's book are fun to read.

she hits the spot every time.

—Fleetwood

Rebecca Ryatt puts you in the story. Once I

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

—Richard Reeves

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

PAMELA’S PORN DEBUT—AT HER AGE!

A RIDE FOR MRS. RUSSELL

HIGH FLYING AND HORNY

SELENA’S SUNDAY ROAST

VOTE FOR LADY FANNING!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO BY REBECCA RYATT

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you primarily to my readers, those of you who buy my books, those of you who read them, who enjoy them, who comment on them. I am profoundly grateful. Without you, there would be no point in me writing these filthy little tales. Yes, they are dirty stories—but I hope they are fun, too. Ultimately, it’s about consenting adults of all ages enjoying some escapist entertainment in these often-difficult times. Be kind, have sex, stay safe.

PAMELA’S PORN DEBUT—AT HER AGE!

Featuring Pamela, 69, and Charlie, 18

SEXY older women aged 65+ required for adult video work, the advert in the back of the magazine read.

What I should have done was slam the pages shut and cast the publication aside with a level of disgust suitable for a woman of my standing.

I was a sixty-nine-year-old grandmother, a former Lady Mayor of my borough, and a highly respected member of the local Conservative association.

I had, in fact, campaigned against lewdness of this sort during my time as an active member of my political party.

Why on earth, I thought, would a respectable lady aged sixty-five or over be getting involved in such debauchery?

Surely no female my age would partake in ‘adult video work’, unless, of course, they were, or had been, common tarts during their lifetime.

So instead of throwing the magazine aside, what I did was to gently tear out the advert. My intention while doing this was to investigate further and follow up my probe with a complaint to the editor of the magazine, or the appropriate authorities.

At least that’s what I told myself as I slipped the advert into my purse and gazed out of the train window at the Kent countryside.

I was returning from visiting family in London, heading back home to Royal Tunbridge Wells in Kent. We lived in a nice town. Far enough away from such lewdness as was suggested in the advert, for sure. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. The shock of reading such a notice in a respectable magazine had truly shaken me.

What kind of older woman would do such a thing? I kept thinking.

By the time my train pulled into the station, I had concluded that it was my duty to investigate.

After all, public service has been central to my life. I could not fathom why anyone would be part of such a scandalous business. And a woman aged sixty-five-plus who should know better.

I decided that this was a scourge of society, and it was my duty to scrutinize. I would not allow it to go on.

When I arrived home, I was in quite a lather, I must say. I was experiencing a queasy feeling. My lady parts were all of a quiver. That was unusual, of course. I do not have rude thoughts these days. Such emotions have been tempered. I considered reading the Bible or perhaps listening to some soothing music.

My husband was not at home. At his club again, no doubt. I was truly at a loose end, and unless I found something to do quite quickly, this whole business about the advert would consume me.

Sadly, I found nothing to do in our big old house, so I went to my computer room and turned on the PC.

While it fired up, I was telling myself over and over that what I was about to do was valuable research; enquiries that would result in the scouring of the filth I’d read about in the advert from our nation’s fabric; and hopefully from the face of the earth.

Seated at my computer, I retrieved the torn advert from the purse. I veritably shuddered while re-reading it. Deeply shocking was how I found it; deeply. There was an email address and a telephone number. Now I might be sixty-nine, but I am among the silver surfers, and I do know how to use email and such things. So I wrote to this company with haste and vigor.

Dear sir/madam, I am a lady of such an age as you are seeking and would be most interested in perhaps partaking…

I quavered as I wrote. My throat was dry, and my heart galloped in my chest. I felt a creeping flush hotly caressing my body. This was against all my instincts, of course; it was done for the sake of society. I felt morally justified in probing this matter, and to do so thoroughly required me to enter the lion’s den, so to speak.

I sent the email and proceeded, thereafter, to further my enquiries. Once more I studied the advertisement and noted the web address, which was GLYC. With my hands shaking, I typed it into the browser window. My belly squirmed. The computer trawled for the address. And, to my horror, found it. I let out a gasp and my spine tingled. Before me lay a garishly designed website in red and black. Disgustingly called ‘Grannies Love Young Cock’—I realized what GLYC stood for, all of a sudden. I clutched my heaving chest and was for a moment breathless. There was an image before me of an older woman, rather attractive but still in her late sixties, with a penis in her mouth. She wore rather inappropriate underwear and far too much make-up, but she was looking at the camera with a smile on her lips—despite the fact that they were enveloped around an engorged organ.

Disgusting; absolutely disgusting!

Part of me desperately wanted to reach out and… and… goodness… touch the penis… no! No! I flustered completely.

There were also various stills that you could click on to view a particular video. The videos had titles such as College Boy, Skater Boy, Eagle Scout, Sailor Boy, Soldier Boy, Boy Next Door. The boy in question seemed to be the same one and dressed up in the various guises—college student with a tie-and-shirt type uniform; skateboarder with a baseball hat, t-shirt, and shorts; a navy uniform and so on. He looked young, extremely attractive, lean and hairless. The selection boxes displayed shocking photos. For example, if you wanted to watch College Boy—Hardcore Headmistress you clicked on a photo showing this boy, naked apart from his tie and a pair of studious glasses. He sat on a bed next to an elderly lady with silver hair, glasses, mostly naked apart from bits of lingerie. The lady’s chest and face were covered in what shockingly looked like semen. Both participants had their thumbs up; both were smiling. Skater Boy—Mean Old Ladies showed an image of the same boy, again naked apart from a back-to-front baseball hat sitting between two elderly women. These ladies again were partly naked. Pieces of flimsy nightwear not covering their bodies at all. They sat either side of the boy disgustingly holding his erect penis. They looked stern, but their faces were drenched in semen.

I felt dizzy and rather light-headed.

I did manage eventually to click off the appalling web page, but not until the imagery had suffused my mind.

I staggered towards the kitchen, clutching my breast. I was gasping, sweating, all manner of strange sensations flushing my loins.

Once away from the computer, I filled a glass with water and drank. It diffused the fire in my veins. But unfortunately, what I had seen had imprinted itself on my memory; it would not be wiped; ever.

This is why pornography can be so destructive. The images remain in one’s mind and hinder one’s day. They can put you off your housework and daily responsibilities. It is why I feel so strongly about lewdness and depravity. I decided that my investigations should proceed further, so I hastened back to my computer. I awakened my screen with a flick of the mouse, and my email inbox appeared before me – and I gasped.

There was an email, recently arrived, from someone named Charlie, from a @glyc.xxx address.

I was wracked with nerves. I could barely move. Strange sensations galloped through my belly and thighs.

Apprehensively, I opened the message.

This is what it said:

Hello, Mrs. Villiers, it’s great that you got in touch. You sound just like the kind of lady we’re looking for – the correct age, very respectable in appearance and outlook, and quite adventurous. It would be great if we could meet, and perhaps you would consider filming a