This story takes place when I was 20 and renting a room in a private house in Caledonian Road whilst working in an office and studying for the 'A' levels that I couldn't complete at school due to my mother's inability to support me following my father's death.
The house was owned by a widow living with her 19 year old teenage daughter, who'd also taken in her sister and her 18 year old daughter after long suffering at her estranged husband's hands.
The 4 bedroomed house stretched over three levels.
The two sisters had a bedroom each on the top floor whilst their girls shared the large bedroom on the middle floor, leaving me with the smaller bedroom next to the bathroom.
Downstairs there was a family sitting room in addition to a kitchen diner which I had access to and a toilet.
The girls regularly played music into the night, also making loud banging noises, shouting and being generally rowdy.
It began to affect my sleep to the point where my ability to concentrate on my studies and focus at work were affected.
I decided that I needed to broach the subject formally because dropping hints in the dining room went without notice.
Naturally it was awkward as a lodger in her family home. However, I decided to raise the matter with the landlady.
I walked up the 8 steps to speak to her about the noise and knocked on her bedroom door after plucking up the courage one Saturday morning.
She opened the door after a short delay, rubbing the sleep from her eyes mumbling about being awoken so early. "Morning" she managed.
She was wearing a red satin dressing gown and I could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric as she had her arms folded beneath them around her midriff.
"Good morning and sorry if I've woken you. I had to bring up the subject of noise your daughter and niece make. It is distracting and prevents me sleeping at night."
"Oh dear, have you mentioned it to my Sarah and Cara because, I haven't noticed. Are you trying to avoid the £20 rent increase" She responded, unfolding her arms to expose some flesh to distract me.
My eyes drifted downwards when she pointed her shapely left leg forward causing the thin satin to part further, so revealing thin white lace panties and the dark patch of pubic hair showing through.
She smiled and fixed her gaze at my face, clearly aware of my attention.
"You were saying, lost for words now it seems. You clearly like what you see." She said, breaking the silence.
Just then and before I'd had a chance to answer, her sister's door opened.
"I thought I heard something. What's going on here sis? I can nearly see your cunt." She sniggered as she descended down the stairs. I heard the toilet door open and close.
"So where were we before Caroline cut in? She'll be back in a minute. Have you eaten pussy before by the way, she's drawn attention to mine, although you were already entranced. I bet the girls frustrate you because you're not in there with them."
"I thought it might be a mistake to complain, sorry for troubling you." I responded, blushing as I started to turn away.
"You should be privileged to be living in a house with 4 attractive females, yet you complain. I haven't seen you bring girls back either so you must be wanking off thinking about our girls. How about you get down and smell a real woman?" She taunted as she held the gown apart.
I was embarrassed and knelt before her, the scent excited me and I pressed my face against her knickers and sniffed unaware that Caroline had returned behind me.
"Jane, enough for me, I hope, I need drying if you get my drift" Caroline laughed as she walked past me and pulled her knickers down.
I was pushed forward by Jane and instinctively took the bait, sticking my tongue and mouth out into Caroline's crotch, I caught seepage of pee.
This morning wasn't going as I'd planned. The disturbance issue remained and here I was on my knees level with two bare older women's pussies.
