Seeds of Doubt

Gregory McPhim spread some bird seed from withered, trembling fingers. From close to the bench where he was sitting several adorable pigeons closed in quickly on the food he'd chosen to share with them. It was a nice day to be at the park, and it had rained a lot that winter so everything was very green. Gregory could feel the gentlest breeze just when a couple of lady joggers passed by chatting happily.

"Oh my god, I know. He was so fucking cute. And she didn't even go over to talk to him..."

At 84 he knew his chances were few, but he still savored the chance to feel that familiar life of arousal as he turned his head to watch them as they went. The one who'd spoken was a young but tall blonde in pink sports top and black shorts. He'd noticed the way her boobs lobbed with each fallen step and now admired the curve of her butt that seemed immune to gravity. Her friend opposite was also a blonde, but strawberry this time and looked like she was beginning to sunburn. *Tsk, Tsk,* thought Gregory, *I'd have helped with that, no doubt.* Her top was a dark green, but her shorts where the same black. She was of smaller proportions than her friend, but that didn't make any difference to Gregory. He smiled to himself at thoughts of what a thrill it was to be young, grateful that he at least had some stories in his seasoned age.

Slowly turning back to what was in front of him he was suddenly shocked to find himself staring at a butt naked brunette who appeared to be in her mid 20's.

"Wha-What are you doing, young lady!?" Gregory exclaimed.

She didn't answer, but merely stared at him with bright brown eyes. Her gaze both excited and frightened him, and he realized she and he now appeared to be alone in the park. He took a closer look at her and saw she was just a little dirty, like she'd been outdoors for a while without any clothes on, and that her nether region hadn't been shaved either. Some leaves blew past her feet which now stepped towards him.

He attempted to stand but in his excitable state his balance and strength failed him as he tried to push himself up off the bench. The pigeons fluttered to make room for the woman's bare feet as she knelt in front of Gregory and put her hands in his lap. The sight of her apple sized breasts and cold-hardened nipples put a thirst in his mouth he hadn't known in some time, and when her gaze caught his again he found he couldn't look away.

"The season is now," She said very seriously.

Gregory's mouth was agape.

"I-I-I'm sorry, miss, but I think we should find you some help. Do you know where you live?" Gregory tried to place helpful hands on her bare shoulders, trying not to think about how soft her skin was.

"The season is now," She said, "One will be chosen. They will bear the curse of her unyielding need. They will fulfill nature."

"Miss, it's alright. Everything's going to be- H-Hey!"

He was cut off by her motions to undo the fastenings of his pants.

"Miss now that's enough!" But when Gregory tried to push her away he found himself feeling even weaker than usual, and all this was really starting to get out of control. He was so much more aroused than he'd been in ages, and when the young woman flipped his cock out of his pants and he saw it growing in her hands his eyes almost bugged out of his head! Apparently the favorite part of his anatomy was back better than ever, as it was still growing when she wrapped her mouth around the head of it.

Gregory was overwhelmed with sensations, and felt his heart in his throat and a trembling in his limbs as his body adjusted to more arousal and pleasure than he'd been accustomed to for decades. The young woman's head started to bob up and down in his lap, and he nervously looked around to see whether he- or they!- would be caught, but no matter where he searched there wasn't a soul in sight.

He heard the girl moan and realized she was pleasuring herself while being knelt on the ground in front of him. She popped his cock out of her mouth and pumped her fist up and down it's shaft, which now appeared to be 8 inches long and nearly 1.5 in thick, while she rubbed what Gregory knew was her pink, shiny clitoris, hidden in the top of her bush.

She groaned again and suddenly her free hand appeared above the waist, and she leaned in to playfully rub his throbbing member over and between her modest but very sensual breasts. She locked eyes with him once more, and for a moment Gregory felt his mind go vacant. When he focused again on where he was the naked woman was frantically tearing off his belt and pants.

"Now-Now hold on missy! I'm a married ma-!" This time his words were cut off by a strong kiss, and her mouth invaded his as he felt her climbing onto the bench with him, now kneeling over his thick cock. He opened his eyes to see her twist around to grab his dick and position its head at her entrance.

Gregory's eyes almost rolled back in his head. She turned back to gasp incredulous smiles into the air above him as she slowly started to sink down on top of it. He felt younger now than he'd ever felt before, and her pubic hair no longer bothered him when he felt her naked ass touchdown on his naked lap.

He grabbed the fertile globes of her ass as she started to rise up on his cock, and then pulled her down again when she fell back to its root. The slick walls of her hot vagina clamped around him. He slammed her down again and again and they furiously started fucking right there in the park.

Gregory leaned in and took her tit in his mouth while he squeezed the soft flesh of her ass and thrust his hips up into her. She whimpered as he penetrated her again and again, and eagerly thrust her pussy down to meet him. His cock _must _have been longer because he felt sensations at the tip deeper inside of her than he'd ever felt with anyone else, and he was amazed he hadn't cum yet when he realized she was now gyrating against him brushing the luscious softness of her butt against his legs.

The woman wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders and held her whole body close to his. *If he didn't know any better he'd say she was in love with him,* he thought as he kept stuffing her with his cock ready to blow his load right into her womb. He could hear her breath in his ear, "The season is now. One must be chosen for irresistible need, the need that will be irresistible to all others."

The two of them could have been a young couple rebelling against all the rules of the world making that valiant love out there in the Spring, but later Gregory would still have another secret from his wife, another memory to lean on, and somewhere another grandchild running amok.