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A New Lease
by Dave (ufpe@inorbit.com)
***
A retired couple tries a new ED treatment. (MF)
***
The sound of a blaring car horn shattering the still
morning air prematurely ended my exotic wet dream of
sex starved nymphs pampering my aged torso with
gleeful abandon. Didn't have many of these dreams at
my age, and silently cursed the owner of the blaring
horn knowing it would be highly unlikely to recapture
the erotic sensations. Vivian, my trusted companion
for the past thirty five years was snoring blissfully
next to me with the sheets haphazardly pushed to the
foot of the bed.
The years had been good to her, a little larger and
less will defined than earlier, but when compared to
some of the flotsam thundering through Walmart, I
considered myself fortunate. Quietly I rolled out of
bed and staggered out to the kitchen to get the coffee
started. The daily rag was thoughtfully stuck in the
mail slot, and I separated the sections and began my
morning ritual of digesting the sensationalized BS.
Viv was a light sleeper and was soon shuffling to the
kitchen table where I sat in her threadbare robe and
bunny slippers. Her hair looked as if it has
experienced the business end of a thermonuclear air
burst, and her eyes showed a few more wrinkles than
they revealed when she wore the face paint it took
half an hour to apply before she even considered the
thought of leaving the condo.
Staggering over to the coffee maker silently, she
poured a cup of joe and ceremoniously sprinkled it
with powdered creamer before wandering over to the
table and plopping down unceremoniously. She glanced
at me briefly while I was buried in the headlines and
took a tentative sip before opening the "Family
Section."
Viv liked that section with all the pictures of folks
in the community and the Want Ads that posted all the
garage sales she and I would frequent most every
weekend. Fortunately, Viv had a keen sense of
direction and we seldom required a map during our
weekend ventures through the sprawling suburbs.
The almost oppressive silence was broken sometime
later when Viv spoke up.
"Hey Jack, take a look at this," she said as she
handed me a page of the want ads.
"OK dear, what am I looking at?"
"There's an ad for ED down in the lower right hand
sheet," she mumbled, "some new kind of treatment and
they make house calls."
"Oh come on now," I replied indifferently. "Probably
just another scam." My "delivery system" went into
retirement shortly after I had, and nothing had
revived it to its former glory. We tried creams,
pills, awkward pumps, and even briefly discussed
surgical implants, but combined with Viv's dry and
raspy interior, we both inevitably decided to leave
well enough alone. I do miss my morning woody at
times, like after last night's juicy dream, but the
reality was that I'd probably croak with a heart
attack if coitus was ever attempted.
Viv snatched the paper back and refocused on the
article. "I'm going to call them anyway," she stated
firmly. "It says it won't cost anything."
"Honey," I began tentatively. "I smell rip-off from
the get go. Can't we let just let a sleeping dog lie?"
"Jack, you may not believe this, but there are still
times when I wouldn't mind feeling your 'sleeping dog'
inside me;" she punched the numbers on the cordless
phone keypad and listened thoughtfully.
"There's cucumbers in the fridge you know," I offered,
already resigned to the forthcoming experience in
futility. Vivian glared at me until someone answered
the phone on the other end.
Viv gave surprisingly little information and hung up
with a smug look on her face. "They'll be here this
afternoon."
I nodded indifferently, and studied the stats from
last night's game. At this point in my life, I have
learned to take things as they come. Most all my
friends had evolved beyond the wild sperm shooting
hunts of our youth towards a mature collective of
story tellers that had virtually forgotten performance
and conquest issues. Sex was for the young and dumb,
far too often resulting in regrets rather than long
term fulfillment. Despite the constant array of
commercials encouraging youthful pursuits, we were
quite content with past conquests and our daily
regimen of prescribed medications.
Shortly after one thirty in the afternoon, a small
white delivery van pulled into the guest parking and
two white figures emerged carrying small bags. The van
had a small emblem on the side that I couldn't
decipher. Viv answered the door and offered a seat on
the couch opposite the two easy chairs she and I most
occupied. The male and female "technicians" were
strikingly unremarkable in their appearance, early
thirties I would guess and set about their tasks
quickly and professionally. First, there were a
battery of questions concerning our medical
backgrounds which was quickly followed by a brief (yet
stimulating) physical exam. The male member had my
wife disrobe while the female member took me under
counsel.
Standing semi-naked, she unemotionally pulled down my
bvds and gently examined the offending flesh with the
curiosity of a virgin's first time exploration. Her
hands were cool and baby soft, gently manipulating my
wrinkled and lifeless flesh. Although no apparent
physical reaction was triggered, the feeling of her
gentle manipulations induced sensations that my dreams
evoked.
Meanwhile, Vivian was slouched in the chair as
skillful fingers stirred her genitals into noticeable
arousal. The air became thick with her essence and her
genitals became fully engorged. The angry red swelling
of her clitoris transported me back briefly to the
passion filled nights of our youth when she would moan
with sexual abandon and squirt forcefully upon climax.
Flushed, with hearts pounding and libidos raging, we
sank into our perspective chairs to await our
prognosis. It had been a most arousing inspection, and
I briefly wondered if our two visitors were a new kind
of deviant that preyed on aging couples.
From their bags, they withdrew two syringes with a
different color extract in each one before sitting on
the couch. They explained they were from the Stellar
Regenerative Institute, a research community that
focused upon procreative dysfunction. They had
developed several experimental inoculations that
target biological reconstruction through tiny
nanobots. The cumbots (as they were called) would
remain active for 48 to 72 hours before being
eliminated through the urine with very little
discomfort. Thus far, the results were promising and
permanent. With over a 98% success rate, we could
become the newest participants in this treatment with
merely a signature on a consent form and a follow-up
phone call.
Vivian was enthusiastic, but I was skeptical. Perhaps
years of work in the competitive world had made me so.
I always searched for the downside to balance against
the positive benefits. This "treatment" triggered
alarm bells for several reasons. First, I'm not to
keen on inserting mechanical devices into biological
organisms (see surgical implants noted above). Second,
these "cumbots" were injected into my urethra. Forgive
me for my belief in the creation of a tube for
elimination shouldn't be used conversely.
I hate enemas for that reason. Finally, along with a
fore mentioned "sleeping dog" rational, sex can be
both mentally and physically stressful - a condition
my Doctor recommended I avoid. We had cucumbers,
bananas, my tongue, fingers and no need for
impregnation. Needless to say, with a few more
assurances and Vivian's ever present encouragement,
the technician was soon on her knees in front of me
easing my underwear over my knees unceremoniously.
Opening a sterile package containing a long thin
flexible tube, she screwed it into the vial with
greenish yellow liquid. Firmly holding my lifeless
organ upright, she guided the tube in slowly with both
hands and returned to bracing my now stunned organ
with one hand while the other slowly eased the pre-
lubed tube down its length and adjacent to my
prostrate where it stopped.
Vivian had her legs draped over the arms of her
recliner as the male technician screwed a small
perforated phallus on to the vial filled with reddish
brown liquid. He slowly eased the phallus into her
quivering birth canal until it disappeared completely
as she drew a deep breath. Almost simultaneously, the
technicians pressed the plungers and Vivian an I
squirmed with the disquieting sensations of our mutual
fluid invasion.
I experienced a slight burning sensation quickly
followed by the unmistakable urge to pee. Vivian began
to squirm rhythmically until, as the contents were
completely drained, she firmly grabbed the
technician's free hand and held it to her vulva
thrusting her hips in the unmistakable throes of
orgasm. Her face and torso were so red they could have
stopped rush hour traffic on the freeway. My
technician firmly pinched the glans as she withdrew
the syringe, trapping the sickly green colored
substance securely inside.
My prostrate protested vehemently for several seconds,
attempting to expel the invaders with rhythmic
contractions. The technicians kept the injection sites
effectively blocked for several minutes before slowly
releasing their pressure. Surprisingly, very little
liquid escaped while we were gently massaged and wiped
clean. With cool efficiency, they gathered the waste
into a small hazardous waste plastic bag. Grabbing
their bags, they waved and left after placing an
information sheet and business card on the coffee
table.
A few minutes passed before the previous events
settled amidst the scent of Viv's arousal. My balls
felt too big and it felt like tiny needles were
indiscriminately pricking my internal plumbing. Viv
appeared exhausted, her legs splayed wide open as the
redness in her upper torso gradually dissipated.
Gingerly I eased myself up and shuffled over to the
coffee table to study the information sheet. It
advised us not to pee for half an hour, and the
Institute would call in a week to ten days to ask a
few questions and discuss any issues. The business
card had a small green and red emblem with an 800-
number printed on cheap white index paper. The entire
evolution was like the business card: quick,
efficient, and simple. We'd soon find out if my
suspicions were justified.
"Was it good for you," I asked as Vivian pulled her
legs down into a more feminine pose and adjusted her
clothes.
"Hmmm yeah," she murmured, "Feel anything, yet?"
"Don't know quite what to feel, Honey. I think a trip
over to the Local Ice Cream parlor may be in order."
"Let me change," she replied enthusiastically. As she
struggled to her feet, now void of bunny slippers, her
unsteadiness prompted me to wrap my arm around her.
She swiveled on to my leg and with a couple of
forcible thrusts of her hips, bathed my naked thing
with her orgasmic essence. Her body trembled for
several minutes as her euphoria waned and her essence
pooled around my foot.
"Damn, I'm officially impressed," I exclaimed as her
eyes fluttered open signally her return to reality.
"You have no idea...," she whispered, obviously
embarrassed, as she turned for the bedroom. Pulling on
my pants sans underwear, I reflected that my aging
wife had never been so aroused, even during our all
night marathons of years past. Briefly I pondered the
serums longevity, by quickly dispelled my doubts in
favor of a wait and see posture. A quick trip to the
head to comb my thinning hair and wipe my leg and we
were off, hand in hand. En route I queried about her
treatment.
"They asked and the price was right," she quipped
enthusiastically, and planted a gentle kiss on my
cheek.
"Wise choice," I returned as we strolled towards the
parlor with the cheesy grins of young lovers in lust.
We splurged on Neapolitan banana splits and waited in
wrought iron, stick in the butt chairs near the
window. The world seemed so far away, as we held hands
and watched the younger generation hurriedly roaming
the streets. The ice cream wasn't really all that hard
and the excess of toppings were guaranteed to keep us
on a sugar rush for a week, but the bananas were good.
As I took my second bite, I was startled by the age
old, pulse pounding, sensation emanating from my
groin. A quick nonchalant glance revealed tenting
trousers.
I dropped my spoon in stunned silence – my dormant
delivery system, had spontaneously and miraculously
arisen. No explanation was necessary as Vivian's foot
slid up my leg and she wrapped her toes seductively
around the throbbing shaft. Her neck began to redden
and her eyes doubled in size at her discovery.
Excusing myself with a nod, I grabbed the flimsy menu
in a sloppy attempt to hide my modesty and headed to
the small restroom, thoughtfully equipped with a
handicapped stall.
The spring loaded door slammed shut, as I dropped my
trouser to witness the glorious throbbing revival of
my masculinity long ago left for dead. My hand
automatically closed around the smooth hard shaft, no
longer limp and unresponsive. My glans was shiny and
bulging with anticipation, and my balls slid into
their standby position. I was overjoyed. The door
suddenly slammed into my back and there stood wild
eyed Vivian licking her lips. Before I could lodge a
protest, she spun me around and pushed me onto the
head (fortunately, the seat was down).
She straddled my legs and plopped onto my lap,
fumbling to pull aside her underwear and position my
organ at the mouth of her slick engorged entrance. As
she slowly slid down my length, she uttered a low
fulfilling moan, and I experienced the tightest,
warmest, silkiest intimate embrace I could ever
remember. I was alive with delicious sensation, as she
positioned herself to completely engulf me and satisfy
herself. Our lips locked passionately.
She ground her hips in a circular motion and threw her
head back while emitting lust filled whimpers. My
engorged glans probed the delicious feminine folds as
they caressed my invader ardently. Suddenly her whole
body tightened and with a high pitched squeak, her
body quivered uncontrollable like a high rise in an
earthquake. She tightened around me with painful
force; my organ bulging obscenely in her warm wanton
depths.
With raspy jagged breaths, she resumed her assault,
and I took the liberty to engulf her pendulous breast
as they jiggled in my face. Her nipples were hard
enough to cut diamonds. A few seconds later, she
erupted again, bathing my lap in her silky essence.
Again she trembled uncontrollably, and I became lost
in her bodies' beautiful response. Now gasping for
breath, she began her pelvic thrusts once again with
wild abandon.
I lost control, trying to halt the inevitable on rush
of essence my balls were releasing. She squeaked again
and I let go of the moment, bellowing like a castrated
bull as years of pent up passion erupted into her warm
silky core. She screamed and embraced me as if
entrenched in a life or death struggle as my life
giving reservoir burst and flooded her intimate depths
beyond capacity. Our collective eruptions bathed our
torsos, filling the air with our unique sex scent.
I immediately experienced a cramp in my back and eased
her off me with an agonizing shove. She collapsed on
the floor in a fetal position, trembling and muttering
incoherently, as I leaned back to relax the tormented
muscles, cursing silently for my lack of conditioning.
My delivery system softened slightly, but I knew it
could rise again if given the opportunity.
The pain eased mercifully, and I reached down and
stroked Vivian's matted hair when the owner of the
parlor burst in and yelled "What's going on in here,"
with a deep baritone voice. In a panic I desperately
searched for a response.
"Think I passed a kidney stone," I responded, burying
my head in my hands as soon as I heard my response.
The door swung open, and with a quick appraisal he
shook his head, confirming any doubts that my response
was ill conceived.
"You might want to consider passing stones in a more
appropriate establishment in the future," he offered
with slight smile. "I'll get one of the boys clean up
in here when you leave."
"Thanks... here," I handed him a five stuffed in my
shirt pocket, "A tip for the trouble." He pocketed the
bill and gave a dismissal nod. Gently I eased Viv into
a sitting position as her body still quaked with mini
spasms.
"We gotta go, Babe."
She smiled gratefully at me and gently stroked my hand
lovingly. "That's the first time you called me 'babe'
since our honeymoon," she murmured gratefully.
"I'm sorry," I offered as I gently pulled her to her
feet and helped to arrange her attire.
"I'll always be your babe Jack." I patted her on her
rump, a gesture of affection we had employed most of
our mature lives and guided her into the parlor. Our
order had been replaced with a fresh albeit covered
replacement and the owner gave us a two fingered scout
salute as we hurried through the glass door.
"That was awkward'" Vivian offered as we neared our
condo. I stopped and gave her a hug. We finished our
walk and I threw the partially thawed splits into the
freezer. When I entered the bedroom, Vivian was
sleeping soundly, with her clothes strewn about her.
The delicious sensations of the shower swirled through
my memories as the warm water soothed my sore muscles.
Making a mental commitment to commence a thorough
exercise program, I slipped on a pair of clean sweats
and flipped on the brainless box. A cool Bud joined me
as the weather man tried to draw a convincing picture
of what may come tomorrow. I realized a new chapter in
my life with Viv had begun and I vowed to enjoy every
moment.
As dusk settled, I prepared soup and sandwiches and
placed the loaded serving tray gingerly next to my
Viv. She stirred and with a grateful smile, dove into
the fixin's. About half way through, she dropped her
sandwich onto the tray and gazed at me lovingly.
"How do you feel, Jack?"
"Whole, and you?"
"Empty, get over her and give me some sugar!"
I dropped my sandwich and gave her a passionate lip
lock. Her hands went into action immediately, probing
those secret places that always gave me rise. I pulled
her clothes aside and buried my head between those two
delicious orbs that had fed our offspring and provided
countless hours of entertainment throughout our
lifetimes together. Her hands slipped to my engorged
genitals, and explored the unique characteristics
lovingly before rolling me forcefully on my back and
positioning herself over the throbbing shaft.
With a swift downward thrust, I was buried balls deep
in her delicious core, savoring the delicious coital
cock tugs as she rode me like a possessed succubus.
The normally silent bedroom atmosphere was soon
punctuated with our mutual chorus of renewed passion
and fulfillment. I don't know how many times we
surrendered our collective essence. I only know that
at some point, with our bodies and libidos exhausted,
we fell into a fit full sleep, wrapped in cum soaked
covers.
***
The morning dawn came way to soon. My body ached, my
head throbbed unrelentingly, and when I withdrew the
tented sheets, my rock hard, nail driving woody sprang
into view in all its glory. I groaned and stared at
the ceiling, painfully aware the spirit was willing,
but its life support system was marginal, at best. A
dull groan from the other side of the bed announced
Vivian had drawn a similar conclusion. I rolled on my
side to embrace her, my delivery system probing her
fleshy bottom mindlessly until it slipped into her
soft, slightly moist folds.
"What's that," she murmured dreamily.
"It's a one-eyed space alien in search of the origin
of life," I quipped marveling at my spontaneous
ability to fabricate an explanation.
Her fingers guided my glans into her sweet spot as she
murmured: "Let's give it the deluxe tour." Like a
vintage machine, creaking and grunting to life after a
decade of inactivity, my hips slowly forced my glans
past the tight entrance into the warm depths,
gradually increasing their strokes as her arousal
triggered an influx of lubricating moisture.
She grunted with each thrust; the sound of a contented
kitten makes when you stroke it's chin on your lap.
Before I reached my optimal thrust cycle, she froze
and clamped down on the alien invader forcefully,
bathing my delivery system with sweet smelling
perfume. Her poor tortured body quivered weakly, and
she released a long mournful moan of contentment.
In my youth, I would have damned the torpedoes and
surged full speed ahead, but empathy and fatigue
evoked a slow, succulent retreat that ended with me
flat on my back and Vivian whimpering.
"You alright Babe?" I asked breathlessly.
"Hmmm - but your one eyed alien might have the wrong
impression." Her hand wrapped gently around the shaft
and gently stroked the engorged flesh as the other
teased the glans with delicate fingertips. With years
of experience and soft coaxing words, my alien was
soon blowing the sum of its essence in several long
glorious arcs across my chest and shoulders. The
orgasmic back arch brought me back to reality almost
immediately when the strained back muscles asserted
their displeasure. Vivian rolled me onto my side and
worked her massage magic. All too soon, we both
drifted back into satiated sleep, as the outside world
plunged forward in their daily routines.
I suppose there is no way we can truly express our
appreciation to the Stellar Research folks for
granting us a this new lease on life. We tried the
800-number to no avail, and dialing assistance had no
record they ever existed in our part of the country.
Vivian and I have slowed a bit in the bedroom for
self-preservation, but substantially increased our
activities in the community. One should never
underestimate the power of sexuality, and for those
suffering from its decline due to the aging process;
keep your eyes on the local want ads for an obscure ad
from Stellar Regenerative Institute.
END
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