The Dorm of Delights

Francine walked up to me at that moment and protested, "Mr. Warden, you know only women work at this plant. We don't have a single thorn among us roses. What's wrong if Ellen wants to blow off some steam with this?"

I gave an exasperated shake of my head and said, "I know women your age have stronger urges, but Mr. Smith made the rules, and they're final. My hands are tied, too."

Ellen reluctantly withdrew the toy, which glistened with moisture. My very bones began to itch at this sight, and my groin felt swollen and aching.

Women their age were supple goods, alright. They were practically sopping wet.

Just then, Francine gestured to my groin and exclaimed, "Wow, Mr. Warden! What are you packing down there? It's bulging!"

I looked down and immediately blushed. I wore loose shorts that did little to hide my erection, which had now formed a tent at my groin.

With the way the four women were gawking at me, I felt like I was walking down the streets buck-naked. Who knew I'd make such a pathetic mistake at my age?

I quickly shielded my groin with my hands and stammered, "I-It's nothing! Quit staring!"

Smirking, Francine pried my hands away and stared at the bulge. "I didn't think you'd have such an impressive package, Mr. Warden. Take off your shorts and let us see!"

The other women egged me on, too. "Yeah, we've never seen one before! Do us a favor, will you, Mr. Warden?"

"What are you afraid of, Mr. Warden? No one else is here but us. Let us see what it looks like!"

I was anxious and on edge. I had half the mind to whip it out and stuff it in their mouths, but I was a dorm warden, after all. Besides, if I did whip it out and ended up being left high and dry, I'd be awfully pent up.

I denied the women gravely. "Back off, ladies! Leave this old man alone. It's not like you haven't seen others before!"

But the more I tried to keep them away, the more enthusiastic they became. They even reached out to grab my shorts.

"We've seen no other men around here! This place is practically a nunnery! There are no men!"

They tugged at my shorts, but I tugged back even harder. "Wait, wait, don't do that, ladies! These shorts aren't thin—"

There was a loud rip. My shorts were torn, revealing the large boxers underneath. Francine and her roommates gaped at my groin in awe.

"Whoa, Mr. Warden, I didn't think you were that packed!"

Blood rushed to my middle-aged face. Who'd have thought something like this would happen to me at the age of 50?

The shorts were thin, to begin with. I was thrifty and couldn't bring myself to buy better-quality pants. And now, I had to dip into my wallet and get new ones.

But Francine and the others looked entranced, with a single-minded determination to see what I looked like down there.

They were unabashed, reaching for my underwear. They moved quickly, and before I noticed, began to palm me.

I felt like I'd been zapped with electricity, my body going pleasantly numb. Their delicate hands touched me where I was most sensitive, and a bone-deep itch overcame me.

I shoved them away and frantically pulled on my ripped shorts, making for a comical sight. The women covered their mouths and giggled at my frazzled state. "Goodness, who'd have thought you'd be shy, Mr. Warden? How adorable."

I feigned anger, though I grew more excited than ever, if not borderline impulsive. "You're taking this joke too far, ladies! Have some mercy on an old man like me, will you? I've got one foot in the coffin as is, and what you're doing will give me a heart attack!"

However, Francine pointed at my groin and suggested, "It's not our fault you're the only man in this plant. Also, your package is hard and has a nice feel to it. It'd be a shame if you didn't let us borrow it."

I staggered back to the door and pretended to be outraged. "Where are your boundaries? This isn't something you can just 'borrow' and 'feel' for the fun of it! Have you ladies no shame?"

I was about to leave through the door when Francine bolted the lock. She leaned against the door, her eyes full of wicked amusement. "You're not leaving here tonight until you've taken good care of me and my friends, Mr. Warden."

To make a point, she poked her tongue out at me, revealing the round, full stud adorning the soft flesh.

My heart jolted. In all my 50 years, I'd never experienced what it felt like to be licked by a woman with a tongue piercing. I reckoned Francine could coax my soul out of my body if she ran that pierced tongue along my shaft.

The other three women closed in with feline grace, surrounding me. I watched as they stripped.

"Come on, Mr. Warden, help us out. We've been pent up for too long." Their perfect, young bodies were on full display before me, reminding me that these women were fresh out of adolescence.

No man could help himself!

They pressed their bodies close to mine, and I immediately felt their plush curves molding against every part of my body. My skin pebbled as I indulged in the physical pleasure that overwhelmed me.

Four! There were four women practically climbing over me right now. I felt like a king!

I couldn't help but think I'd picked the right job as a dorm warden. I'd conveniently forgotten about Reuben's warning. All I could think about was what I would do with these women.

"Go back to your beds and raise your asses. I'll come over and please all of you, one by one."

Just like that, the four women went back to their beds, raising their voluptuous backsides. They swayed their hips from side to side, baiting me to take them.

I moved to Francine's bed first. She'd teased me the most. She was responsible for half my urges.

Seeing that I'd chosen her bed first, Francine grew even more enthusiastic and promptly raised her backside even more. I gripped her hair and thrust forward.