Simple Twists of Fate
Copyright© 2026 by Publandlady
Chapter 11: The Big Apple Again
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Big Apple Again - The discovery of Granny Woodbine's Elixir for curing a limp pizzle changes everything at Broad Oaks Retirement Village. It gives ordinary people extraordinary sexual prowess and appetites. Bristol - Bruges- Chelmsford - Cincinnati - Dorchester - Gaborone - New York - San Francisco - Zurich. Their journeys to a quiet part of Dorset, England, in the early 1970s are exotic and diverse. Each one of them eventually surrenders to the control of Arthur Kemp and to the allure of the elixir.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Historical Rags To Riches Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism Porn Theatre
Fern Starkapple was torn. She and her husband Adam had spent the Winter months at the Broad Oaks Retirement Village. Now, as the Spring of 1973 arrived, they were returning to their usual Pagan Hippy lifestyle, travelling from market town to market town selling crystals and giving tarot readings as well as sharing a little Granny Woodbine’s Elixir with like-minded friends.
Previously, this way of life was all that the couple had ever desired.
As they bowled along in their camper van, there was a little unspoken regret lingering between them. During the Winter they had imposed themselves on Arthur Kemp. This had resulted in the realisation that there was an alternative life that they would have never considered before. One in which a group of mature people allowed Arthur to manipulate and control large swathes of their sex life, completely and utterly willingly; most of them paid for the privilege.
The Starkapples had unwittingly made this possible by the discovery of Fern’s Grandmother’s secret concoction. Granny Woodbine’s Elixir gave men and women unnatural sexual prowess.
Fern owned the Elixir but had agreed that only Arthur Kemp could sell it to the residents of Broad Oaks Retirement Village in return for being allowed to stay there over the Winter. They too had been drawn into Arthur’s web.
This was the source of Fern’s conflicted state of mind. Part of her would be perfectly happy to stay permanently in that web but the strong independent woman inside craved the freedom of her former life.
Adam was happy to go along with either one as long as he got his end away regularly in kinky situations.
The obvious compromise was to spend Summer on the road and return to Broad Oaks when the Autumn began to chill.
“Ah, I’m glad that I’ve caught you both!” exclaimed Arthur Kemp as he bumped into Beryl and Stanley Dodds who were just emerging from Gloria Chadwick’s office in the Village Administration Building.
“Good morning, Arthur,” said Beryl, still chuckling from their conversation with Gloria. “What can we do for you?”
She and Stan were in their mid-sixties. Only last year they had won a considerable amount of money on the Football Pools and it had changed their lives in so many ways.
Kemp replied with an affable smile, “Let’s take a walk around the grounds. I have something to put to you.”
After the usual chit-chat about their health and the weather, he went on, “I have a business meeting in New York next week and I need someone to accompany me.”
“Oh, Gloria will be thrilled!” squealed Mrs Dodds.
Mr Dodds chipped in with, “Yes, she’s really wanted to visit the city after our trip there last year.”
“Miss Chadwick won’t be travelling with me,” said Arthur Kemp, his demeanour changing somewhat. “Mrs Dodds will, alone!”
Taken aback, Beryl said, “Much as I loved New York, what makes you think that I would want to visit it again without my husband?”
“Let me explain the circumstances that have led to my trip; after that things will become clearer.
“I recently received a telephone call from the Harley Street Cock Doctor to whom I occasionally sell some of my elixir. Evidently, there has been an advertisement in the Personal Column of several better class newspapers trying to make contact with the owner of the copyright of Granny Woodbine’s Elixir, along with a New York telephone number.”
Both Beryl and Stanley went pale but said nothing.
Kemp went on, “I made a call and spoke to a Mr Arnold K Gruphoff. After quite a lengthy talk he revealed that you had introduced him, his wife and his step-son to the benefits of the elixir.
“I was quite pleased that you had both enjoyed your overseas jaunt. Mr Gruphoff let it slip that he had proposed to make me a very rich man in exchange for just a few vials and the rights to synthesise Granny Woodbine’s Elixir. While he was impressed that you had refused to take any payment in exchange for my contract details, he was less than overjoyed that the number you gave him was for a high-minded young lady at Littlewood’s Pools. She wouldn’t divulge your whereabouts at any price.”
Both Stan and Beryl tried to interrupt his flow with, “But Arthur...”
Kemp nudged his sunglasses back up his nose before raising his hand to stop them, “Please allow me to finish!
“Now a more vindictive man might reap revenge on you by refusing to ever sell you any more elixir but, as you know, I am not like that.”
“No, Arthur,” agreed Beryl. Stanley simply nodded.
“So, as I said, Mrs Dodds will accompany me to New York for one week. While there, she will do everything and anything I tell her to. If either of you feel that this is unreasonable, we can just cease being friends and as you are aware I only allow my friends here at Broad Oaks to purchase elixir,” concluded Arthur Kemp.
Their initial reaction was to protest but experience had taught them that Arthur’s unreasonable stipulations usually had incredible sexual results and since they had been exposed to Granny Woodbine’s Elixir, incredible sexual experiences were the things that they enjoyed most. The prospect of what he had planned sent a thrill through the couple, while the prospect of no more elixir didn’t bear thinking about.
“Eloise has left me a note with the Market Inspector,” said Fern as she returned from booking their pitch. It still felt strange having a tight scarlet corset beneath her flowing Indian cotton clothing. Previously, she had rarely worn any underwear at all. So much had changed in the last few months.
Adam grinned, “I like the Bishop’s wife.”
“I know you do, you dirty old goat. It looks like you will get to show her some affection. She says that we are welcome at the Palace any time.
“I rang her and suggested some dates. Eloise also mentioned a few improvements that Kingsley has made to his bar that I’m excited about,” added Fern.
“Oh yeh, like what?”
“Wait and see. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
They flew from Heathrow and landed at John F. Kennedy International Airport (although for some strange reason Kemp kept referring to it as ‘Idlewild’).
During their first dinner at the St. Regis Hotel, Arthur insisted on Beryl divulging every intimate detail of her previous trip to the city, particularly in regard to Arnold K Gruphoff. Rather than risking his ire, she told all. As she recounted her escapade at the Adult Cinema, and subsequent afternoon where Stan had paid three young men to service her thoroughly while he watched, she felt herself colour a little. Kemp passed no comment, he just asked for more details as if he was doing research for the upcoming business meeting.
Somehow, she assumed that she and Arthur would be sharing the same hotel suite (and bed) but she was given one of her own. If anything this only added to the anticipation of what he had planned for her. She didn’t sleep entirely peacefully.
The following morning Arthur put Beryl into a Yellow Cab and dispatched her off to Bergdorf Goodman. In her hand was a letter addressed to Flora Kravitz, a ‘personal shopper’. It instructed Mrs Kravitz to assist Mrs Dodds in the purchase of a cocktail gown and accessories, all to be placed on the account of Mrs Winona Gruphoff.
The middle-aged woman was a delight, helping Beryl choose with patience and tactfully steering her away from fashionable but unwise items. The only area she was unable to advise upon was corsetry. This required the expertise of a specialist.
Flora introduced Beryl to Miss Roberts, the corsetry specialist, to whom the intimate parts of another female were just a daily routine but when you are the one being pulled into shape it is a different matter. Beryl had a hand thrust into each of the various types of bra, bustier and over-bust corset. Miss Roberts kneaded her tits and nipples until they were evenly enclosed within the barely adequate cups. She was then ordered to bend forward and try her best to jiggle them free again, after which Miss Roberts had another squeeze of each one in turn. Beryl couldn’t help thinking that this would be an ideal occupation for a woman of a particular persuasion.
Eventually, Flora Kravitz helped her carry the low-cut dark blue cocktail gown with thin straps and black silk over-bust corset as well as the necessary knickers, stockings, shoes and clutch bag to the waiting Cab. All were contained within extremely ostentatious lavender coloured bags with ‘Bergdorf Goodman’ emblazoned on the side.
As Flora shook her hand, Beryl asked, “Is that Miss Roberts a l...”
“We are not sure, I know that she’s never had a gentleman friend,” interrupted the Personal Shopper, with a slightly embarrassed smile.
Stanley Dodds lay upon his back on a sun lounger by the pool of the Broad Oaks Retirement Village. He was doing his utmost to remain still.
At the same time Mrs Agnes Fitzgerald was also trying not to move too much. The flame-haired, rather attractive sixty-one year old lady was straddling Stanley with her ample but barely covered breasts crushed against his bare chest. Agnes’ emerald green bikini bottoms were pulled to one side. Stanley’s cock was up her fanny, well as much of it as was possible in this position.
The reason that the two of them were trying to remain still was the fact that Ronald Goodwin had his rather small penis in Agnes’ ass and was shagging it vigorously. The couple were attempting to counteract his thrusting with inertia. Stanley was desperately hoping that Ron would finish before Stan lost his load. Agnes was hoping that neither of them would finish any time soon.
“It’s frightfully decent of you chaps to do me a favour like this!” announced Sam Fitzgerald, Agnes’ husband, “once the ladies have been on Granny’s Elixir regularly they seem to be permanently up for it. Agnes has been climbing the walls and Arthur has only been away a few days.”
This was enough to cause Ron to lose concentration and ejaculate up Agnes.
“Oh Ron, not yet!” exclaimed Agnes Fitzgerald, as she felt his little phallus ripple and spurt inside her bum.
At the same time Stan gave up the struggle to contain himself and he too spunked up Mrs Fitzgerald, yelling, “Oh fucking hell!”, as he did so.
This brought a ripple of laughter from those other village residents who had been seated around watching the performance.
In recent years, Fate had been rather unkind to Ronald Goodwin. In the world of Stocks and Shares he was considered a genius. Ron had amassed three fortunes as a trader on the Stock Exchange. Unfortunately, there had been three great romances in his life. In turn, each of the women had been at great pains to assure Ron that his small cock was no impediment to their love for him. Once married, this proved not to be the case and divorce soon followed, they each left taking with them most of his worldly goods.
Shortly after Ron Goodwin moved into Broad Oaks Retirement Village he had been lent several copies of ‘Penthouse Forum’ which styled itself as the ‘International Journal of Human Relations’. Ron was intrigued by one of its articles which stated that there were some women in California who liked to take it up the ass. Evidently, this practice was now radiating out across America. Letters to the journal suggested that ‘female anal sex’, as they called it, was already widespread in Europe. In subsequent correspondence, nearly every country on earth claimed that the practice had started there. Some men were adamant that their wives wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ron couldn’t help thinking that this could be the solution to his problem.
When he returned the magazines, Ron asked Arthur Kemp what his opinion was on the matter. While Mr Kemp thought the practice strange he stated that he could arrange for Ronald to try it; for a small fee of course.
In an exhibition of his ability to control people, Kemp had allowed Samuel Fitzgerald to choose whether his wife or Gloria Chadwick was to be the first recipient of Ronald’s ardour.
The ladies of Broad Oaks Retirement Village, all being of a benevolent nature, had now unofficially agreed that they would reserve their back entrance for the exclusive use of Ronald. He was possibly the most content he’d ever been.
As the Hotel Limousine pulled up that evening outside the Gruphoff’s apartment block in Central Park West, Arthur handed Beryl two vials of Granny Woodbine’s Elixir. He ordered her to drink both.
She couldn’t help thinking that for a business meeting this could be a lot of fun. He had obviously given up all thoughts of retaliation for them not telling Arnold his proper telephone number. Unfortunately, two vials didn’t taste any better than one.
“Beryl, how lovely to see you again!” gushed Winona Gruphoff as the butler showed them into the enormous lounge.
“Wonderful to be here!” replied Beryl.
“My dear Mr Kemp, it’s a pleasure to meet you at last,” said Arnie Gruphoff.
“Arthur please,” replied Kemp. “We’ve spoken so much of late I feel as if we’re old friends Mr Gruphoff.”
“No, call me Arnie. It looks as if my wife needs no introduction. This is my step-son, Warren, Winona’s son and head of Fuzzicola.
“My lawyer, Abel Zuckerman. And Herby, an associate of ours who will be taking care of that little piece of side business we spoke about.”
Kemp shook hands with the gentlemen in turn. Then he shook hands with Mrs Gruphoff. “I am very pleased that you will be part of our negotiations,” he said with a smile.
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