My names Mike, I'm a seventy-year-old, retired construction worker, lucky enough to be healthy, wealthy and happy with my life. I have a few aches and pains but other than that, am fit and active and pleased to say, I still get morning glory most mornings.
Since my wife left me some ten years ago, I've managed to set up a mini harem of three women. One, Effy, a fifty-two-year-old widow, comes round very few weeks, to borrow a cup of sugar. It's just a pretence. I take her straight upstairs and ball her brains out. She's into all sorts, bondage, light ass whipping, anal, face sitting. She introduced me into the delights of having your ass licked, something I love to give as well as receive.
Then there is Paula, she's a divorcee of sixty-four, who is terrified her kids will find out she has a man on the side. She invites me for a meal, locks all doors and turns off the lights before taking me to her bed. She wants the same every time. She lays naked on the bed, wanting a two-finger fuck, before I give her cunt a good licking. I then fuck her missionary style. She then likes to cuddle for an hour before I give another cunt licking. I am always happy to oblige.
Mary is eighty. She likes to watch TV with me, programmes with nudity and sex scenes, her favourite being Game of Thrones. The same thing happens each time. A scene will come on, like the one where some blonde girl is on all fours being took doggy style by some barbarian guy. I slip my pants to my knees, and she starts wanking me. The better she likes the sex on screen the faster she strokes. When I cum, usually on her hand and my belly, she would lick it up, saying it was the best source for vitamins a woman could have.
Last time however, I set up the iPad her daughter had given her, so it was mirrored on a smart TV, then showed her all the porn categories, ending up playing a video of a guy watching his wife get fucked by six men.
She was that turned on she left my cock and started fingering herself. I took over and had her screaming an orgasm inside two minutes. That was the first time I got to fuck her. I would have thought at her age she would need a lubricant but watching a woman getting fucked by multiple blokes gave her one of the wettest cunts I have ever seen.
So, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Many blokes my age can't even get out to do some gardening, which I love to do and was how I met my new neighbours. They'd move in a couple of days before. At first, I thought they were a traditional married couple. I guessed both were in their early thirties. One was tall and big built. The other, shortish and plump. But when I finally met them, it was apparent they were both women.
Ruth, the tall one, had what looked like a huge pair of tits hidden under a blue blouse and grey jacket, that matched a skirt reaching down to her knees. She was a solid looking woman, with a big belly and chunky legs. When she offered a hand to be shaken her grip was firm. She didn't say much and to be honest looked like she was stressed to the limit.
Trudy just about reached five feet tall. To describe her best was to say she was fat, probably close to being obese. I saw through her light cream dress, that she wore a thick bra keeping control of her breasts, which I guessed would merge with her big belly when it was taken off. Her best feature was her face, she was very pretty, with blonde hair matching her bubbly personality. I instantly liked her and realised she was also a huge flirt. Straight after the formal introductions, she declared how she needed a man to look at her garden and tell her what to do. The way it was said was almost pornographic, I had to rise to the challenge and told I would love to have a good look.
They took me through the house and into the garden. The couple who had owned the house, had left suddenly, to live with their son in Australia. They'd left everything behind, other than clothes and photos. Trudy explained, how they had been concentrating on the inside of the house and had never even seen inside the shed to see what tools could be there.
The shed was big enough to fit us all in with room to spare. Ruth was rummaging in the draws of a desk used for storage, as I looked at the tools hung on nails on the wall. Trudy stood in the doorway saying how she hated spiders.
"Are you a couple?" I asked.
"No. We are best friends, but we do have a munch now and then." Trudy answered.
"Trudy!" Ruth protested. Trudy laughed.
"We need to get the message put out that we are single and ready for it." Trudy said winking at me.
"Look at this, I've found his stash." Ruth said passing three Playboy magazines to Trudy, before dragging out a pile of old polaroid photos. "Do you know who this is?"
The pictures were of a woman, naked, posing in various ways, making sure every part of her body was seen. Trudy moved in close so she could see. This meant that I had to look through them all. I was sure she knew how uncomfortable it made me.
"That's a well-trimmed bush." She said with a grin.
"It's Sylvia, obviously when she was younger." I said deciding not to show any embarrassment.
"Do you need ten minutes on your own?" Trudy asked, despite herself Ruth laughed then admonished her friend.
"I'm fine." I replied with a grin. "Let's have a look around the garden."
"Do you like a good bush?" Trudy asked.
"I love bush, I can't get enough bush, I love to trim it, keep it tidy, watch the dew drip off it in the morning." I thought I may as well give as good as she was giving, besides, it was fun.
The garden itself hadn't been looked at for more than a year, it was overgrown and thick with weeds. A huge bramble bush covered a corner area, almost hiding a pretty, ornate bench seat. Trudy thought it was gorgeous and rushed to sit on it.
"What about the spiders?" Ruth shouted.
Trudy squealed and leapt up to somehow tangle herself in brambles.
"Don't move you are making it worse." I said.
I still had the pruning scissors in my hand and cut away the long stems, but some had attached to her dress and were pricking her. She was starting to panic so I told her to stay still while I dealt with the thorns.
There was a small piece of bramble caught at the back of her dress around the hem. I lifted her dress, much higher than was needed and cleared it off quickly. Her arse, covered in cream-coloured knickers, was oversize but still attractive enough to make my cock stir.
"You better lay on your belly, so we can check out for thorns." I said, looking to Ruth, she grinned and nodded permission.
As Trudy lay down, I pulled her dress up more, so it was above her bra strap. I pulled her knickers down to the bottom of her arse cheeks, revealing a beautiful, white bottom. I brushed my and over each cheek, feeling for thorns though there were none there. I then ran my hands all over, starting with each leg, then her hips, brushing her side and then back.
"There's thorns on the strap, better undo it." Ruth said sounding concerned, though there was no sign of any thorns. I obeyed; she pulled it a little so one arm was free.
"Let's take the dress off, it will be easier." Ruth suggested. Trudy lifted a little and allowed it to be pulled away.
I was rubbing my hands over her buttocks, having a good feel as Ruth grinned and began to pull Trudie's pants off. They were by her knees when Trudy finally realised what was happening and shouted a protest. It was too late, Ruth waved them as a trophy when Trudy span around trying to hide her breasts, cover them with her bra. But her struggles had positioned me between her legs. She tried to close them, but my body prevented it.
I had a great view of her pussy, when she quickly put a hand over to cover herself a breast was exposed, showing a huge brown areola. Realising struggling made things worse Trudy gave up, threw off her bra and lay back. She began to giggle, as she did, rolls of fat rippled over her body.
"I can't believe you stripped me naked." She said to me.
"You wanted to show me your bush." I answered,
Deciding to push things further, my hand brushed against it. "It feels nice and soft and a little wet, do you like me looking?"
"I don't know." She whispered. I saw her look towards Ruth.
"What about this.?" I said, softly brushing my thumb over the hood of her clit.
