Sexy seniors have fun.

Abigail Harris walked up one of the curving walks to the Bellevue Rest Home for Retired Gentlefolk. She had just gotten off one of the infrequent nighttime buses for her role in the lingerie show Pearl Johnson had arranged for her male cronies at the home.

Abbie clutched her black trenchcoat close to her to better ward off the night chill as she neared one of the little used side entrances. The coat was another new purchase, thanks to the 'gang of four', to which she was now headed. She had felt very decadent, out in public with only a knee-length blood-red slip on underneath the coat. Her surrogate grandmother, Pearl, had suggested she start with that first. Better to ease the old gents into her Valentine's Day Eve lingerie show, less chance of immediate coronaries.

The newly transformed brunette saw a good-looking guy of about twenty-five waiting in the illuminated area behind the glass door she was headed to. As she strode closer, she could see his white polo shirt and slacks hugged his incredible physique very close. He would be Tony, the night nurse. Pearl said the man that usually allowed them access to the lounge for their late night poker games would let her in the locked door.

"Hello, you must be Abbie," Tony smiled with a brilliant white grin. "Your fans await you in the lounge." He gestured in the lounge's direction.

"Thanks, Tony. I know the way. Feel free to stop by, if you have a chance!" Abbie offered with her best smile.

"Thanks, hon, but I'll probably be busy with some clients for the next few hours," Tony answered as he headed in the other direction.

Abbie pouted a little as she headed to the lounge's anteroom. It was here Pearl said she'd have her wardrobe ready on a rack. She tried to remember who she was really here for tonight, putting Tony out of her mind.

Abbie entered the small anteroom, undoing her coat. She hung the coat on one of the wallhooks and found the wardrobe rack next to a dais that had been tucked against the wall. The outfits were arranged in order that they got ever more scandalous as she went through her changes. A black curtain that served as the lounge's stage backdrop was pulled across one side of the room. Abbie found a part in the material and took a peek into the lounge.

The pretty brunette looked out over the stage from which staff meetings were held, as well as the residents' bingo and karaoke nights. As a matter of fact, she saw Pearl had the karaoke machine set up to her left at the front of the stage as a stereo and public address system. Abbie looked through the sparse curtain of metallic hearts the staff had added halfway to the stage end and saw an afghan that looked to be Pearl's draped over the stage's end. It was gaily colored with red, pink and white hearts.

Abbie looked further out, her inquisitive spectacles going unnoticed in the dark rear of the stage. The slanted wall of windows to the right provided the benefit of a solarium during the day. Now, with no other buildings around the home to illuminate the night, the pitch-black just looked ominous. There were about a dozen round tables in the lounge area, each with four armchairs of reasonable comfort. She noticed one table looked recently vacated. It was strewn with playing cards and poker chips and dollar bills. The gang's poker game must have recently concluded.

Looking just off stage end, she saw 'the gang'. Four of the armchairs were arranged in a row, with a table at one end. She couldn't quite make out what was on the table. It looked like some bottles of various shapes.

Abbie couldn't help but to try and suppress a grin as she looked down at the four. They made quite a group together. One would be laughing and joking about something and the other would pick up on it and run with the idea. It was quite a boisterous little bunch. She could see they were sharing a six pack of beer between them, even though they weren't allowed **** in their rooms. Probably the helpful hand of Tony, again.

Abbie looked to her far right and glanced at each kind soul. First, there was Mark Chambers. She knew her titties were going to have his undivided attention tonight. To his right, was John Ray. This often-married man seemed to be the group's ringleader, always quick with a compliment. To his right, Frank Rosen. This sweet, spry old seventy-seven year-old reminded her most of her recently departed grandpa. That was one of the reasons she was prepared to have him take her cherry in the storage closet. He did, but it ended up being her anal cherry. She would try harder tonight.

She noticed the men all seemed comfortable in their bathrobes and pyjamas. Except for John Ray. He didn't seem to have sleepwear on beneath his plush robe. His bony legs stuck out bare beneath.

Last but not least, Abbie spotted her dear surrogate nana, Pearl Johnson, on the far left. She was talking animatedly with the menfolk. She noticed the wireless microphone from the karaoke machine in her lap. She too wore a fluffy robe wrapped around her.

Abbie finally managed to get the old woman's attention. Pearl gave a big smile and quickly waved her back behind the curtain.

Pearl got up before the seated men and turned on her mike. "Gentlemen," she announced, "may I present Abigail Harris in a Valentine's Day extravaganza!" The woman started her tape of lovesongs from the Forties and Fifties.

As 'Funny Valentine' began to play, Abbie stepped from behind the curtain in her slinky crimson kneelength slip and matching pumps. As she stepped into the floodlights at stage end, her small audience roared in appreciation.

Abbie warmed quickly to her role, enjoying the heartfelt applause. She played with the dangling strands of metallic hearts, being the flirt. As Abbie slowly lifted her second skin slip up one curvy leg, the song stopped, and Abbie disappeared.

Though there were a few groans when the volunteer worker disappeared, there were even more catcalls and whistles when she re-emerged in a hot pink camisole top and tap pants. As another crooner continued to sing, Abbie stepped nearer stage edge and had the men following her hands as she slowly and seductively drew her manicured fingers up the silky smooth curves of her legs. And then the song stopped and she disappeared again.

A slow song started and Abbie emerged in a black babydoll nightie that did nothing to hide the little panties underneath. This time, the busty brunette ambled out to where the afghan covered the stage and made herself comfortable. She sat with her legs dangling over the stage and looked at the men seated before her. Without saying a word, she began to rub the lacy panty of the babydoll as she looked at each man in turn. The horny old men couldn't help themselves. Already sporting magnificent erections, the men whipped them out of the confines of their robes and started to jack to the masturbating eighteen-year-old seated scant feet before them.

Abbie watched Pearl lean over the back of each man's chair and help to apply a generous amount of 'Intensive Care' lotion to each man's cock from the pump bottle she now held. Abbie decided to go further and pulled her sopping wet panty aside to reveal the glistening folds of her pussylips.

It was as Abbie began to plunge the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into her needy gash that she was stunned to see a male figure outside the solarium windows over Mark Chambers shoulder. As she blinked twice too make sure of what she saw, she was even more stunned to realize it was Gus, the home's bus driver, revealed by the indoor illumination. She could also see he had that thick cock of his out of his pants and was jerking it towards her as well.

The idea of this nasty man in the bushes jerking to her was enough to send the petite brunette into an unexpected climax. She bucked on her fingers, the digits soaked to the knuckles with her juice. As she lay there, Abbie realized the song had stopped. She ran for the security of her dressing area, a little ashamed at climaxing so easily in front of the old men.

After finding some paper towels to sop up her steaming pussy, Abbie took special care when redressing. She wore a white corset, with garters attached. She pulled the stockings straight and tight before she attached them to the clips and slipped into her white stiletto heels.

The old guys were speechless this time when Abbie hit the stage. They were still stunned by the wanton humping she had just allowed them to enjoy, and now they saw her girlish figure shaped into an hourglass by the boned corset, her thirty-eightDDs pushed into high pillows.

Abbie looked to the solarium window. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was nothing but pitch black again. As 'Sea of Love' played, Abbie strutted before them, showing off her thonged ass. She gave Frank Rosen a special look, and jumped off the two foot high stage, managing to land on her feet in her stilettos.

"I hope you took a jar of Viagra today, Grampa!" Abbie husked into Rosen's ear as she placed her nose against his. "I want you to take my cherry!"

Frank Rosen watched with wide eyes as Abbie turned her back to him and bent over, pulling down the flimsy white thong. Her full ass was poised before him.

Abbie then sat back on the elderly gent's lap, easing herself onto his trembling prick. She turned her head to give him a kiss as she was filled to the hilt by his rock-hardness.

It didn't take long for the tight vise of the inexperienced girl's cunny to squeeze the cum from her surrogate grampa. She smiled sweetly to Rosen as she left for her final wardrobe change.

Abbie came out again, looking like the ultimate bad girl. She had the skimpiest outfit of black lace adorning her curves. Both the quarter cup bra and crotchless thong panties had little red metallic hearts placed in strategic areas, like the one centered on her lace choker. Black fingerless gloves adorned her arms and lacy hose decorated those incredible legs.

After Abbie gained the men's attention once again with her bump and grind moves, she jumped back off the stage and knelt before Mark Chambers. Eyeing the man mischievously, she enveloped his lube-slick prick inside her pushed together cleavage and began to tittyfuck the man as he sat there.

Abbie giggled as the gooey jizz soon struck her in the chin. She crawled on her knees in front of John Ray and wiped the dregs of cum from her chin and licked it off her gloved hand as she looked him in the eyes. She grabbed his quivering cock and sucked it between her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

All gathered watched as Abbie hollowed her cheeks and blew the man for all she was worth. Frank got to his knees behind her, his Viagra-enhanced cock wanting another round inside his surrogate granddaughter's vise-like vagina.

As Pearl watched Abbie take two cocks at once, the old dear needed some release herself. She took the microphone and began to work it into her withered pussy, quickly climaxing on the cool slick shaft's round head. Likewise, the overstimulated geezers blew their loads inside Abbie.

As the five lay, trying to recover, John Ray said, "What a Valentine's Day, Pearl! I can't wait to see what you have planned for the annual Easter egg hunt this year!"

Abbie just looked at Pearl and smiled.