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Archive name: oldman.txt (MF, fant)
Authors name: Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)
Story title : Old Man's Gift

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Old Man's Gift (MF, fant)
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)

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A love potion changes lives... forever.

***

Saturday burst forth with radiant glory, promising warm 
temperatures and bare skin bikini babes to fulfill my 
fantasies. Although there were many more noteworthy 
challenges awaiting my attention around the house, I 
decided to grab one of my favorite sci-fi epics and 
indulge in a trip to the beach. 

The hour long drive along the back roads was relaxing 
in itself, and by the time my blanket was spread out on 
the cool sand and my water bottle was hidden in the 
only shady spot I could find, I was ready for some 
skillful observation into female fantasy fulfillment.

Several hours passed and the sun grew warm tanning my 
pale skin, but the number of beauties that emerged from 
their domestic habitats were admittedly lacking. 
Reasoning that Saturday was a day for the mall rather 
than the beach, I resolved to get fully involved in the 
text, and leave my sexual fantasies for some other 
outing. 

It was then the old man in weathered cutoffs and a 
Mickey Mouse T-shirt appeared on the horizon. He walked 
along slowly, poking at some of the washed up debris 
with a gnarly walking stick and seemed indifferent to 
the world about him until he stopped short of where I 
lay.

"Why's a fine lad such as yourself laying alone here on 
such a beautiful day?"

I smiled at his apparent impertinence, and put my book 
down, careful not to lose my place. Looking up into his 
weathered face that half hidden in the brilliant 
sunlight, I shrugged.

"Seems to me, a fine lass might be a better companion 
than that there book."

"It might," I replied, "Seen any lately."

He hesitated a moment before he shook his head 
negatively. "Don't reckon too many have an interest in 
someone my age." He sat down on the edge of the blanket 
with a heavy thud and grumbled. "Mind if I set a 
spell?"

"Not at all, what have you been up too?"

"Looking for the likes of you, I reckon," he mused as 
he rubbed his unshaven chin. "Don't get out much 
anymore on account of my rheumatism. There was a time 
when I chased every tail I could get my hands on, and I 
done caught quite a few. But that was back a spell, and 
the thought of catching one now makes me ache all 
over."

"Must be tough," I reasoned, half sarcastically.

"Yep," he nodded as his eyes followed a young couple 
some ways off. "Reckon you've done your fair share 
too."

I nodded. "Chasing isn't my problem, catching is."

He sat silently for awhile, swaying to and fro on his 
crossed legs. "What if I told you I got something that 
might help you outa your dilemna."

"What - plastic surgery and steroids?"

"Naw, nothing like that; I used to have problems too, 
so I got me a job working as a janitor at one of those 
sex clinics where they was experimenting with 
pheromones and such, and did some mixin' on my own and 
came up with this;" he held up a small vial containing 
something akin to Scope mouthwash.

"What is it?'

"I still don't know, but it works like no tomorrow. Put 
a drop of this on their skin and women turn into 
nymphomaniacs for the better part of a day. Two drops 
damn near kills them. I put a drop under my tongue here 
like so. . ." and he tapped a small drop under his 
tongue "And they chase me like a Blue Light Special."

"I don't see any takers."

"They's all upwind."

"Oh." I smiled reassuringly while trying to stifle a 
grin. It seemed like he'd gotten a little more sun than 
he should of.

"Should get movin' on," he said after a few moments of 
uneasy silence. He paused once he found shaky footing 
and tossed the vial at me. "Try it out for yourself, I 
got gallons of it at home."

"Uh, thanks. I think!"

He waved without turning as he strolled back towards 
the waterline. I watched him curiously for a minute 
then gazed briefly at the vial before setting it next 
to my water bottle. 

I started to read again, but glanced up after the first 
page to see him further down the beach surrounded by 
several different women. I chuckled to myself and 
pondered upon his charisma. He'd likely be a charmer to 
most anyone. Turning back to the text, I read several 
more pages and failed to notice a crowd of women drag 
him into the underbrush. 

Time waned into late afternoon and the folks that had 
sought respite at the ocean's edge had thinned 
considerably. My skin was beginning to spout a rosy hue 
along my shoulders and my stomach began to growl 
menacingly so I figured it was time to head on back to 
my oven on four wheels and make a stop at one of my 
favorite hamburger slop houses about midway home. With 
a final look around, I gathered my stuff together and 
returned to the car, leaving the doors open for several 
minutes to clear the air before stepping in. 

The vial tumbled from my blanket and into the sand as I 
threw it into the trunk. If it wasn't for the pretty 
color, I probably would have left it where it lay, but 
half hoping that something good may come from it, I 
picked it up and started to toss it into the glove 
compartment. The lid was loose and I paused to tighten 
it before I sent it on its way unaware that several 
drops had collected around the rim and made their way 
onto my fingers. 

Once the car was aired out somewhat, I started her up 
and headed for the open road with only my trunks and a 
loose fitted nylon shirt with a tropical print. The 
wind through my hair was exhilarating with all the 
windows down, and Pat's Kitchen appeared on the horizon 
before I knew it. You could smell the grease for miles.

Seating myself at one of the table clad in a yellow and 
white checkerboard tablecloth, I gazed at the only 
other patrons, an older couple enjoying their seafood 
salad in silence. The only waitress was a huge breasted 
Latino type with long black hair that shone in the 
afternoon sun. She had olive skin and deep brown doe 
eyes that were framed with wrinkles.

She must have been a looker before time and gravity 
took hold. When she handed me the menu she paused, 
flared her nostrils, and became visibly nervous. I 
thought it was my breath at first, but it was something 
far more intimate as she leaned over and damn near 
knocked me out with one of her hooters. 

"Could you help me get something from the storeroom?" 
she blurted.

"I guess."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me in through the 
employees entrance, kitchen, and into a small room next 
to the trash bins where she yanked my clothes off so 
quickly I barely missed them. In another instance her 
underwear were hanging from one of the catsup bottles 
where she had flung them and she was grinding her hairy 
bush against my torso with wild abandon. 

Within moments she let out a yelp that would awaken the 
dead while her whole body quivered like an epileptic 
with a grand mall seizure. For the first time in my 
sexual life, that up until then had been pretty 
limited, I experience a gushing female orgasm that 
flowed freely down my legs and into my tennis shoes. 

"That's enough foreplay," she uttered breathlessly, as 
she commenced her second of a long series of pubic bone 
mashing orgasms that left me dazed, bruised, and much 
hungrier than when I had arrived. Self preservation can 
be a most forceful motivating factor when a skinny guy 
without an erection is having his torso continually 
pummeled by a middle aged momma. 

Seizing the moment when she was descending from another 
of her countless orgasmic plateaus, I rolled her off me 
and bolted through the restaurant buck naked on the way 
to the security of my seat belt in the car. I saw her 
come running after me in the rear view as I burned the 
last few miles of rubber off my tires.

It was nothing more than pure luck that got me into the 
garage without a police escort. All I could think of 
was how long would these effects last. With little time 
to prepare and no idea whatsoever as to how to use the 
potion effectively I began to panic until I remembered 
my girl friend Marne. 

Now Marne was a great companion and great to look at, 
but when it cam to dishing out she may as well have 
been a nun at the Vatican. Slipping into the house, I 
donned a pair of cut offs, my only other tropical print 
shirt, and a bottle of water, before I headed back out 
to the car. This would be the ultimate test for the old 
mans concoction.

I had scarcely knocked on Marne's door when she opened 
it a crack. She was a sight for sore eyes, a pixie of 
sorts with short cropped fine blond hair, large crystal 
blue eyes, and a little upturned nose that reflected 
the devilish nature that dwelt within. Small breasted 
and petite, her skin was as white as snow as were her 
virtues. 

She could verbally spar with the best and leave them 
wondering what happened. I cherished our times 
together, as did others who tried to take liberties she 
would not allow. They all lay on the emotional 
heartbreak heap, while I remained, shaken but 
unstirred.

When her nostrils flared as she opened the door, the 
sweet and sassy girl I knew suddenly evolved into a 
savage lust-driven creature. I knew I was in trouble 
then and she wasn't about to disappoint despite the 
presence of her Mother. Weathered and wrinkled, her 
Mother appeared, only momentarily, as the picture of 
domestication until her nose flared and her eyes grew 
wide. It was then I knew the true power of the potion. 
Turning for the door, I almost made a clean get away 
until the door knob got in the way.

Within moments my shirt was flying through the air and 
my cut offs were torn off. Marne began fisting my meat 
furiously, nearly tearing the skin off with every 
hammer like stroke while her Mom's lavender douche 
filled my nostrils as her swollen pussy ground against 
my teeth. 

Frustrated with her futile attempts to gain an 
erection, Marne took me into her mouth and started 
sucking like an industrial strength vacuum while she 
ground her neatly trimmed bush against my toes. This 
wasn't erotic, this was torture! I could barely breathe 
and lost most all the sensation below the belt line. 
They were driven, and for the better part of an hour, 
they had there way with me as I lay moaning from the 
rug burns on my butt. 

At first I thought they were too involved to answer the 
phone, but finally, with a whimper, Marne dislodged 
herself and I was able to break free. Dispensing of all 
amenities, I wriggled out from under her Mom's hairy 
crotch before grabbing the remnants of my cut offs and 
bolting for the car. 

I made it home in record time and stumbled into the 
shower where a careful assessment of my faculties 
ensued. Bruised but not broken, the hot water felt 
great until the sunburn on my shoulders began to 
protest. Grabbing every harsh chemical I could find, I 
scoured my hands, hoping to dislodge whatever traces of 
the old man's elixir that remained resident until the 
phone rang. It was Marne.

"Can I come over for awhile," her voice was sad with a 
hint of desperation.

"Uh, I don't think so."

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

Now just what was I supposed to do? Here's a beautiful 
girl craving my body, and I'm going to turn her down? 
If I elected to invite her over, would I survive her 
gentleness? What about her Mother? Do I look like 
someone who would turn down a once in a lifetime 
opportunity? Come to think of it, I looked like hell 
after a rainstorm (if there is such a thing).

"OK, but come alone - and drive carefully."

A knock at the door came before I could set down the 
phone; she had used her cellular. Clad only in a wispy 
nightgown she threw her arms around me before I could 
close the door. Her kiss was full and passionate as her 
hands busied themselves with a mind of their own. 
Within moments, my bath towel had joined her gown in a 
heap on the floor. Her gentle yet forceful embrace 
stirred my willy into life and I knew she was true to 
her word. 

Relieved, I took her in my arms, and let my lips flow 
over the delicious skin that had fueled my fantasies 
for an eternity. She quivered and whimpered like a 
virgin, fondling my hardness lovingly as the scent of 
her essence filled my nostrils.

We slid to the floor in each other's arms, and my lips 
locked onto the puffy nipples that were so firm and 
sensitive that she burst into an orgasm almost 
instantly. She reached between us, and caressed my 
hardness while bringing the throbbing head into the 
glistening fold of her arousal. 

As I began to ease into the smallest vagina known to 
man (or at least I thought it must be), she flooded my 
torso with her orgasmic cream and her back arched at a 
surreal angle towards the ceiling. 

Orgasmic spasms wracked her tiny body violently and 
kicked up her respiration a notch above critical. It 
was the most intense erotic scene I could have ever 
envisioned, and coupled with the contractions of her 
vaginal walls, I felt the intense tingling deep within 
the signaled my impending release. 

She rolled me onto my back and lunged onto my torso as 
my seed began to erupt violently within her. Going over 
the edge again, she bathed me with her orgasmic fluids 
and let out a sobering wail as she collapsed upon me 
with a thud. I thought I'd killed her, until I saw her 
eyelids flutter back to life for an instant before she 
fell asleep in my arms.

 Exhausted and relieved I slept too, until her gentle 
touches brought me back to reality several hours later. 
We staggered into bed and explored our erogenous zones 
for the better part of an hour until we were once again 
in the throes of orgasmic overload. Too sore and tired 
to continue, we slept.

When I awoke to the midday sun, Marne was gone and I 
surmised the effects of the old man's serum had worn 
off. Uncertain and hopeful, I knew the potion had 
fulfilled my wildest dreams while wreaking havoc on my 
tropical shirts. After a cleansing shower, I headed 
back to the beach with hopes of finding and thanking 
the old man for the timeless gift he had given. A young 
girl was huddled in a blanket, sobbing uncontrollably 
as the waves crashed menacingly amidst a darkening sky. 
I eased to her side and touched her quaking shoulder 
gently.

"What happened," I implored genuinely.

"I think we killed him," she blurted as she buried her 
face in her hands.

After a few moments her wailing settled into sobs and I 
was able to continue; "Who?"

She wiped her nose on the blanket and spoke in a far 
off voice; "Some old man. . ."

"Where is he?"

"They took him to County Medical. . ."

"Let's go;" I grabbed her arm and almost threw her into 
the passenger seat as my heart rolled into my throat.

The drive back to town seemed to take forever, 
punctuated by every available red light and idiot 
driver to be found. By the time we hit the emergency 
entrance and screeched to a halt behind the now empty 
ambulance, the last of my patience had left for the 
coast. An orderly stepped out of the double doors and 
started yelling something I didn't care to hear. 

Brushing him aside, I sprinted to the emergency room 
and peered through the swinging doors that were 
slightly ajar. I recognized the old man instantly 
despite the tubes in his nose and arms. His eyes were 
open and he appeared responsive. I sank to my knees in 
gratitude.

Moments later, as one of the attending nurses 
approached, I felt a pair of warm hands slip beneath my 
shirt and start caressing my nipples. It was the girl I 
had found at the beach now sporting a pair of lust 
filled eyes and flaring nostrils. In panic, I pushed 
her away, but she was not to be denied and leapt on me 
as the nurse stared in amazement. 

Her amazement changed to wanton desire in less than 
three seconds flat, as my "fight or flight" response 
kicked in. Clearing a mobile heart monitor in a single 
bound, I was out the door only to find my car being 
hooked up to a wrecker. Before I could devise a 
secondary escape plan, my pants were around my ankles 
and warm lips clamped around my meat. 

As I tried to push the young girl from my torso, she 
bit down just hard enough to draw blood, and I fell to 
the pavement in agony. The nurse appeared from nowhere 
and joined in the feast, nibbling and sucking as my 
erection began to stiffen.

One never knows where the wind blows, and when the tow 
truck operator lay down beside me with his genitals 
exposed, I knew my salvation was at hand. The nurse 
dove onto his pelvis and immediately began humping away 
at his semi rigid organ giving me an opportunity to 
reverse my position on the mourning waif I'd found 
earlier, and hump away with all the strength and 
frustration that was boiling inside.

 She kept climaxing, gurgling with glee as she rode 
each ascending orgasmic wave in wild abandon. I'm not 
sure how much time elapsed before she finally submitted 
to exhaustion, but it was near enough to put me in a 
full body cast for life. I rolled off her tiny frame 
and turned to the truck driver whose eyes had rolled 
into his head while his tongue hung out sideways in 
total abandon.

Pulling up my pants, I ran back into the hospital ward 
with one burning question on my mind: "How long do 
these effects last?" Hoping to question the old man, I 
was appalled to see several doctors banging furiously 
on the locked emergency door. Closer investigation 
found two nurses desperately riding the old man who 
appeared virtually lifeless. 

The hospital administrator suddenly appeared with a set 
of keys and hurriedly opened the door. The nymph nurses 
leapt onto the stunned doctors giving me the 
opportunity to gather my friend in my arms and hustle 
him into the front seat of my car where I hurriedly 
fumbled with the hoisting apparatus on the tow truck to 
free my car. It started with a roar, and I screeched 
through the nearest intersection and headed for the 
busy turnpike and home.

Marne was waiting at my front door and she ran to the 
car as I approached. Fearing for my life I almost drove 
on by until I caught a glimpse of her forlorn face. 
Compassion overwhelmed my logic as I pulled into the 
garage and eased the lifeless body of my friend from 
the front seat. I carried him onto my bed and turned to 
confront Marne with the softest yet firmest tone of 
voice I could muster.

"Look, I just pulled my friend from certain death and 
darn near had my willy bitten off. Please just go home 
and leave us alone."

"I don't know what's happened to me, but I'm sorry I've 
hurt you and would really like to spend the night. I 
have some medical experience, and I might be able to 
help your friend."

I softened and held her close for a time, grateful for 
her understanding. She finally brushed past me gently 
and went to the old man to check his vitals. I stood by 
watching her nurturance instincts with gratitude; 
seeing a part of her that I never knew existed. After 
awhile she rose from his side and wiped the sweat from 
her forehead with the sleeve of her blouse. 

"I think he's suffering from severe exhaustion. Let me 
go to the pharmacy and get a few things for him - mind 
if I use your car?"

"Go ahead, lady," I said with a weak smile, "But come 
home quickly, won't you?"

"Home - I like that! See you in a jiff."

She did come home soon, and before I knew what happened 
I was moving her clothes into my room and my friend's 
sparse belongings into my study. We became family that 
night, and have never been alone since. The old man's 
gift? It's kept securely on the top shelf in the 
pantry, and we only use a drop or two to assist our 
frustrated friends or bring life to a dull party. 

END

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