The Organist Entertains

Author's note: The title is also a long running BBC radio show.

My name is Marjorie. To everyone looking at me, I seem like everyone's idea of a granny. Not that I meet those criteria. I'm over 60, which is all I will say about my age. Grey hair, with a bit of a wave. Flowery dresses and sensible shoes. I'm not fat but do have a bit of flab, around my middle. My boobs weren't bad, once. Now, they are heading south.

I live in a small rural village. Population in the hundreds, rather than the thousands. Nothing particularly picturesque, village hall, church, infants school, small shop and pub. The usual activities, mother and toddler group, Women's Institute, kids club.

I play the organ in church on Sunday and run coffee mornings for the Women's Institute. I've been on living on my own, for as long as I can remember. I was married. He was a gambler and a drunk. Long since gone. Luckily, the money I had inherited was secured in a trust fund, he couldn't get at. For most of the time I was married, a vibrator was my best friend. In the time since I kicked him out, I've increased my collection. That's not to say, that I've only been helping myself, for decades. Other people have helped me and I've helped others.

You would imagine, that the congregation of a church and the members of the Women's Institute, would have a limited conversation range. Charity jumble sales, baking cakes, making jam and flower arranging. The fund for repairing the church bell tower and so on. For the most part, that is exactly what happens. It is the exceptions, that make things fun. The odd gesture, inadvertent word, a touch between two people who shouldn't, which adds spice to village life.

One of the WI ladies, Brenda, complained that her husband Terry, was always pestering her in the bedroom. Deduction, he isn't getting any. I can't say it surprised me. She is one of the ultra religious ones, from the church. I only go to play music. Their house backs on to my garden. Brenda goes to a craft group, twice a week. One day, I said that he must have a good view, from their back bedroom. I began standing naked, in my back bedroom, when I knew she was out. At first he just looked, as I stroked by boobs and ran my hands over my body. I gather he told Brenda, that he had taken up ornithology. A set of binoculars on a tripod appeared. Now having a better view, I could tell that he was wanking his cock. When he'd cum, he would wave. I began to do it too, using dildos and vibrators. Bending over and showing him my ass.

As the organiser of coffee mornings, I have the contact numbers of all of the local WI members. I began calling him, while we masturbated. We would tell each other, what we would like to do to each other. The addition of sound, when we had an orgasm, added to the naughty nature. As the weeks progressed, we got bolder. Our rear gardens were relatively short in depth. A small lane gives access to the each back garden but it was pretty overgrown. Nobody really uses it. All of the gardens had a rear gate to access it. We started popping into each other's houses, when Brenda was out. Done with masturbation, we would spend an hour fucking, before returning to our own houses. He particularly liked doing me from behind. Plenty of plump bum to grab hold of. He seldom if even got sex with Brenda. When he did, it was purely missionary. He'd never received a blowjob or gone down on a woman. Too dirty for his wife. We remedied both, regularly.

All good things come to an end. Brenda, being the sensible one, forced a move. They went to an over 55s retirement complex. I wonder if she would be aware, that she was moving her husband, to an old ladies knocking shop. He did phone me, to say he'd already found a few willing lady friends.

I don't just confine myself to unfortunate husbands. I'm not particular, where I get my enjoyment, as long as I get it. A large house at the end of the village, had been passed down to a pair of sisters. They had lived there, for as long as anyone could remember. Neither had married. Both were regulars in the church and could be heard above almost everyone, during the hymns. They were having a tea party and asked if I would play the piano for them. Why not, something to do for the afternoon. I thought it strange, that there were no men attending. Maybe not, as the sisters remained unmarried. I only recognised half a dozen of the women. I asked one of the guests, not a local, how everyone knew each other. They had all been to the same convent school, not too far away. This was a reunion. I'm nosy. Looking around, only about half of the women wore wedding and engagement rings. As the afternoon wore on, the thirty or so women gathered in small groups or pairs. Presumably, linked to their friendships at the school.

In a break from playing and looking for some different sheet music, from my case, a lady approached me. Handsome in the country house, horsey set, style. Long sleeved shirt and a tweed waistcoat.

"Did you go to the school? I don't recognise you."

"No. I play the organ in the local church. The sisters asked me to play for your entertainment."

"Is this the only sort of playing you do?"

Sensing her intent. I replied.

"No, I like all sorts of games."

One of the sisters, whisked her away, indicating that more piano music was required. I played on for another hour. The party seemed to be winding down. I noticed several of the women, dispersing round the house in twos or threes. Most but not all of the married women departed. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. A packed up my music case and went to the hallway, to collect my coat. The waistcoat lady, was stood talking to one of the sisters. They kissed each other on each cheek. She put on a tweed hacking jacket and walked on to the drive.

"Do you need a lift?"

"Please. I'm at the other end of the village."

She showed me to a dark grey Range Rover. Horsey type, confirmed. Instead of turning left at the end of the drive, she turned right.

"My place is that way." I said pointing

"And mine is this way. I'm Patricia."

"Marjorie."

A few minutes later, we pulled in to the drive of a huge thatched house. She pulled in to a timber framed, thatched car port.

"Mum and dad's place. I'm down here."

She strode off at a rapid rate, I struggled to keep up. We ended up, at an old barn, with a massive amount of glass, where the central barn doors had been.

"Enough tea for one day. What do you want?"

She indicated a shelf, loaded with bottles of spirits. I opted for whisky and ginger ale. She chose he same and dropped a couple of ice cubes in each. She told me about the afternoon. Most of the women, even the married ones, were relatively local. None had strayed too far, from where they went to school. If they went to university, they had come back. Those who were staying at the house, had travelled a fair distance to get there. They were staying for a few days. None of the women were getting any younger and wanted to catch up, while they were still able to enjoy it.

"You probably saw people disappearing upstairs. The thing is, we all like playing games, if you know what I mean."

I was beginning to get the idea. Apparently, Maisie and Ellen, the two sisters were notorious. Ellen is bisexual and Marcie strictly lesbian, they held regular parties, for select groups of friends. My interest was piqued.

"Is that what you were talking to Ellen about, as I was leaving?"

"Possibly. I watched you, while you were at the piano. You weren't just looking around, you were sizing people up. You only do that sort of thing, if you are a people watcher, or want to get into their knickers. Which are you?"

"Probably the latter. I don't know if I totally fit what you or Ellen might be after. I have varied tastes."

"We won't be bothered if you aren't. If I get your meaning, either sex will float your boat."

I nodded. She told me, that Maisie was women only but Ellen was up for anything, which got her off. She had been with both sisters at one time or another. Not to mention, the farrier who shod her horses and a couple of the local delivery drivers. Most of the women had decided, they wanted to make the most of life. None of them were getting any younger. I explained about Terry and his subsequent departure and an month or so of masturbation.

"Time to remedy that."

She put down her glass and motioned for me to follow her. Upstairs was a large open mezzanine looking down to the lounge. This was mirrored on the other side. Across this open level, a large wet room and a bedroom. No hesitation, she started stripping her clothes off and tossing them on to a small sofa, at the foot of the bed.

From the back, if it wasn't for her buttocks, she could be taken for a man. Short hair, which looked to be dyed black. 5' 8" tall, broad shoulders, not much in the way of a waist. Her legs, in particular her thighs, looked strong. A consequence of all the horse riding? She turned round. With a dick, she could actually pass as a man. Her breasts only slight mounds, with small nipples. Her stomach flat, no pubic hair, just a neat crease, over an inch long, visible.

In comparison, I looked positively matronly. Thankfully, I'd started trimming my pubes, when the thing with Terry started. I'd carried on. Hoping my new neighbours would be worth getting to know. I was now showing a neat grey stubble in a small triangle.

"Are you still happy, now you have seen my flabby old body?"

"Some of the others are far bigger than you. It doesn't mean they aren't fun. You probably saw a couple of them today."

She said that the lady with the black skirt and long paisley blouse is Maisie's current squeeze. Her tits are huge and her ass is way bigger than mine. Maisie likes to lick her asshole, while she nearly suffocates but rubs her clit to orgasm. A bit like an asphyxia fetish. She told me that most of them had kinks or fetishes to some extent.

"What's yours?" I asked.

"When I'm with men, I like to peg them in the ass. You would be surprised how many like it. The farrier is one of them, I let him do mine in return. With women, wrapping my legs round them, when they go down on me, so they can't stop. You?"

"Dildos and vibrators lately. I've got used to them over the years. I think Terry liked watching that too."

"You will get on with Ellen, she has a massive collection."

"How is it, that nobody else in the village knows all this stuff. They are in church every week, singing away. They don't invite people to their house and don't get involved, with any of the usual village activities."

"All of us are happy with how things are. Most of us have been together since school. One or two have been added over the years. You will probably be another. Ellen and myself keep our male friends away from the house. Enough talking, let's see if you make the grade."

No foreplay. She was just expecting me to go straight for her pussy. Not that it didn't look inviting. On the bed, knees spread wide, her narrow labia slightly open. I aimed my mouth at the inviting sight. As soon as my head got close, she crossed her feet behind my back. As I suspected her thigh muscles were incredibly toned and strong. For me, the chance of entering a world like this, was not to be missed. I've been with a couple of women but I wouldn't call myself experienced. Still, I know what I like and hoped she would too. Her aroma filled my nostrils, my nose pressed firmly to her pubis. I could see nothing other than her stomach. I could hear her breath but no other sound. Even when she came, just breathing but heavier. More and more. My tongue ached, my jaw felt sore, my lips crushed on her. I think I counted half a dozen, of these silent orgasms, before she released me.

I think I was breathing heavier than her, as I got upright, sitting on the bed. Her face and the nape of her neck were bright red. I wiped my face, with the back of my hand. I moved closer to her face.

"Are you alright? I'm not used to people being that quiet, even men grunt and groan."

"I'm fine. We got used to keeping quiet in the convent. Some of us just stuck with it. Others scream the place down, because they can."

"You said earlier, that you fuck men in the ass and that one did yours. Is that all you do with them?"

She told me that anal was her thing with the farrier. Like the women in the group, it was an individual thing. It depended on what they both liked. One of the delivery men, could get her to cum just by fucking, no clitoral stimulation, just the angle of his cock thrusts.

"Did I pass the test?"

"More than that. Even Ellen couldn't get me off that many times, at least to start with. Reward time. You like toys, try this."

She got off the bed and opened a cupboard and pulled out a Sybian. I'd heard about these but never seen one, in the flesh. Way too expensive for me to buy one. She plugged it in and tossed me some lubricant. It looked like she had it set for double penetration. The vaginal part bigger and wider than the anal part.

"Are you alright with it like that" There are other fittings."

"I've not done anal in a few years but it doesn't look too big."

I applied some of the fluid to the two uprights and what I could only call a clit rubber. I knelt over it and lowered myself down. Patricia, pushed the anal probe forward a little and I eased it in. I thought she was going to give me the control. Just as she was earlier, she wanted to take charge. Holy cow the vibrations were strong. She ran it up and down the settings. I leant forward, contacting my clit on the raised pimples. She wound up the power and movement.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa."

The power backed off but not for long. Up again, possibly more than last time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

My anus was still pulsing round the insertion. I'd not had anything, toy or dick in my bum for years. It felt strange, especially with both holes filled. The power was now more than I could take. My arms were waving, my mouth open, I leant back. It relieved the pressure on my clit but added more to my anus.

She realised my discomfort and turned it off. Three orgasms, not unusual apart from the incredible intensity. I'd forgotten how sensitive my anus could be.

"That's the only thing that gets me off, more than women's tongues."

I looked down the sides of the device were streaked in my juices. I raised up on my knees releasing the probes. She took me to the wet room. When we were clean, I got dressed, she just wrapped herself in her towel. We went downstairs and she poured us another whisky. She told me that she often walked around naked. She saw her dad sitting in a garden chair, rubbing his groin, under cover of a newspaper. She just stood there, drinking a cup of tea until he finished. Her mum was in the garden doing some weeding. She knew what he was doing but said nothing.

"I've no problem with him getting a kick. At his age, it's good that he can still get it up. I don't think mum minds as it saves her doing it."

She ordered and paid for a taxi, not wanting to drink and drive. Contact from the group would come at some point, when Ellen and Maisie were given a report. Her parents were walking round their garden, as I left. I gave them a wave. I wondered if they could see up on to the mezzanine, from outside.

Before I heard from any of them, an update on the house front. There were signs of activity from Brenda and Terry's old place. Removals men unloading boxes and bringing things into the back garden. I've said that the gardens are short, meaning that the backs of the houses facing each other, aren't that far apart. However, the gardens are wide. it means that it is hard to see in to the other houses and gardens. I think at one time, our row of houses had longer gardens. The row where Terry had lived, were newer and were probably built in the gardens of our row. Even from upstairs, I struggled to see into my neighbours gardens. As it turned out, this may have been the reason, the new couple chose the house.

When they appeared they were a couple in their fifties. They were viewing their new garden. Probably working out where to put things. It was quite overgrown, as it had been left for quite a while. I opened the spare room window and shouted a hello and gave them a wave.

"Welcome to the village. I'm Marjorie."

I pointed downwards and went to meet them. I crossed the garden and opened the gate, knocking on theirs. The man opened it. They were Cliff and Maureen. They had moved here, to be closer to their son and grandchildren. I told them that when they were settled, to come across for a drink.

"Just knock on the back door."

They headed back in to supervise the removals men. At about 7pm there was a knock on the door. They looked tired. I invited them in, through the kitchen into the sitting room.

"Do you need anything to eat?"

"No, we had fish and chips. No washing up." Maureen said.

I offered them a drink and we had a glass of wine. Cliff had sold his company and taken early retirement, to be near family. Maureen had been his secretary. I told them about religious Brenda. The said that there were marks on the walls, where several crucifixes had been.

"We don't go in for all that stuff." He said

"Me neither. I play the organ in the church but just for the music. I've no interest in the service."

The liked how quiet the village was, local pub nearby and not too overlooked. I agreed. Only the houses directly opposite could see into the garden. With the bathroom and small bedroom at the rear, it wasn't really a problem. I mentioned that the only users of the lane, had been me, Terry and Brenda. Not telling them that Brenda never set foot in it. You would need a machete to get through the rest of it. At the end of the evening, they headed home. I'd told them to pop round any time.

A week later there was a knock on the door, just after lunch. Maureen. Cliff had gone to play golf with their son and she wanted a bit of company. We discussed how they were settling in. I told her about the WI. I don't think she was that interested. They were more the pub sort. She told me that they had big plans for the garden. It was one the reasons they chose the house. A new greenhouse, vegetable plot, a pergola and a hot tub. They liked to relax at the end of a day. You'll have to come over when it's put in. We swapped phone numbers and she went off to get dinner for Cliff.

I was finally summoned to see Maisie and Ellen, no mention of Patricia being there. I walked up the drive and knocked the door. It felt like being summoned to see a school headmistress. Maisie invited me in. Ellen was waiting in a small snug, I hadn't seen during the party, I had played at. I took a seat.

"Don't look so nervous, we don't bite. We just wanted to meet you properly and tell you about our expectations." Ellen said.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Everyone in the village thinks you are a couple of dried up spinsters. In church every week. There is no sign of anything untoward. Do you really do the things Patricia told me about?"

"We cultivate that image. People leave us alone and don't ask questions. We get our wine and spirits delivered from a merchants miles away, in a plain van. We party like everyone else, just on our own terms. We're far from dried up. Maisie here, gets pretty wet."

I tried and failed to suppress a laugh.

She told me, that this was their ancestral home. They grew up there. Their father had caught them masturbating each other. They were sent to the convent school, about thirty miles away, assuming the tendency would be beaten out of them. They just learned more. After they left school, some went to university, some came back home. A lot had eventually been drawn back to this area. Most of the ladies from that era, had stayed in touch. Touch being the operative term. They would meet up either in small groups or large parties. They one I played piano at, was the latter.

"Pat told you about her father?"

"Yes. I saw him and his wife in the garden."

"Been on short rations for years. Bit of community service, I toddle over, Pat struts about, flashing her fanny and bum, while I suck him off. I'm not his type, too skinny but oral is better than nothing. He likes a bit of something to get hold of. Decent penis anyway."

"I've definitely got enough to get hold of."

"That's the spirit. At least you get to that ride on thing, when you are there. Fantastic orgasms but if I'm getting buggered, I prefer a warm penis to a bit of plastic. Not Maisie's thing. Not in to bum fun, prefers a large clitoris. Got one?"

"No, just average. I'll keep my eye out. If I find one, I'll let you know."

Maisie guffawed, other than that, she had kept quiet. Ellen explained, that at some of the small group meetings, there would be men, husbands of the two or three of the married women. Some of our ladies like to watch men, pleasuring each other. Others are invited based on their special talents. I assumed large cocks or stamina. It would take a lot to satisfy the number of women, I'd seen at the party, even if it were only half of them.

"Any questions?" Maisie asked.

"Most of you are convent ladies, you are inviting me, are there others?"

"Some. we spotted you in church. You're not interested in the the services. Neither are we, we just like singing. From time to time we spot likely candidates. One of us will test the water, to see what happens. The previous vicar's wife was a hoot. You'll see a few people you know."

Interview over, I headed off home. They said that they would be in touch, when a party was to be held. This all sounded like a lot of fun, if it happened. A couple of days later Patricia called. Ellen had told her about the meeting.

"Interested in dad?"

"Why not. Ellen said he's a decent size."

"Mum used to walk bandy legged when he'd been at it. I'll pick you up and drop you home. Give me the address."

I spruced myself up, did my hair, a bit of make up and perfume. The Range Rover pulled up, about three hours later. We headed back to her barn. Inside, she pressed an intercom button by her front door, telling her dad she was back.

"It's a security and welfare thing, linked to mum and dad's. They are getting on a bit."

He walked across their garden, her driveway and opened the door.

"I'm Jeremy, pleased to meet you."

"Marjorie."

He was tall and slim, perhaps six feet tall. Probably where Patricia got her height from, not sure about her build, her mother looked quite small. He and Patricia headed for the mezzanine, a well rehearsed routine? I followed on. They began undressing, before they reached the top of the stairs, clothes strewn on the floor. They were naked in little over a minute. I took mine off too. I was taken to a thick rug on the floor and placed on my back. Not much ceremony, she lifted my legs and went down on me. Her ass in the air aimed at Jeremy. She was good. Years of time spent with the convent ladies. I came after about five minutes. Looking up, Jeremy was smiling, his cock out in front of him. Ellen had been right. About 9 or 10 inches. The knob short, wide and mushroom like. There were beads of fluid leaking from the tip.

Patricia knelt up.

"Hands and knees."

I rolled over and assumed the ordered position. Jeremy got behind me and started kneading my fat ass cheeks. I wondered how long it had been, since he actually fucked anyone. He was certainly making the most of the access, to a full figured woman. I felt his knob rubbing between my pussy lips. His pre cum made entry no problem at all. Had I ever had a cock this big, I couldn't recall one. He carried on groping my bum as he started to thrust. Patricia stood ahead of me, her ass facing her dad. She spread her legs, bent forward grasping her ankles with her hands. Her anus and pussy were now on view. She was flexing her sphincter. This excited Jeremy no end. She looked back through her legs, telling her dad,

"She does anal."

He slowed his thrusts. They had definitely set this up, he must have picked up some lubricant, while she sucked my clit. I felt the liquid running down between my buttocks. He pulled out of my vagina and rubbed that huge helmet against my bum hole. He pushed. I yelled.

"Shit. Easy tiger, that thing is fucking huge."

He had pushed the helmet home. I was puffing breaths rapidly. I pushed my hand back to his abdomen, to stop him going further. After a couple of minutes I let him go. He took the hint and went slowly. Patricia had moved. She knelt beside me, reaching for my pussy. It sounded like she was kissing her dad. He grasped the front of my hips, sinking full depth into my bum and shot his load. Patricia's fingers did it for me. I was sucking in breaths. Not only was this probably the biggest dick I'd had. I had never had anything near that size, in my ass. A six incher and not too girthy, was about it and that was ages ago.

Jeremy withdrew slowly. Even though it was softening, the crest of his knob was big. I flopped down and rolled on to my back. Patricia kissed the tip of his cock. He stood up, picked up his clothes and headed off. A few minutes later I heard the front door go.

She knelt over me bent forward and kissed me.

"That was great. He's been making do with Ellen's blowjobs for a couple of years. Not many of the ladies would do anal with him. He really only goes for the fuller figure. Matching the two isn't easy."

"A bit late to say, I didn't want that huge thing up my bum, then."

She told me that her mum had never done anal with him. They had both been highly sexed until about five years ago, when her mum's didn't want it anymore. Although Patricia wasn't his type, the illicit nature of their relationship, was arousing for him. He had never fucked her pussy, ass or mouth. She did wank him, when Ellen wasn't around. He'd taught her how to peg his ass. Something she had got to like.

"You'd never believe it, the dirty old sod who fucked your ass, was a senior consultant surgeon."

"What does your mum think about it?"

"She's fine. She knows he needs to get relief."

Initially, her mother had sat naked on a chair, spreading her pussy, while he wanked his cum over her. She knew that he watched Patricia. The progression was that the two of them, would sit while he wanked. After laying down the law, about not fucking Pat, she eventually withdrew. She would occasionally watch Ellen and Pat, to make sure Jeremy was sticking to the rules.

We headed to the shower. Knowing she hadn't cum, I fingered Pat to one of her silent orgasms. We dried, dressed and she drove me home. Was this to become a regular? Who knew. Would he just want to do anal, now he knew it wasn't off the menu.

A couple of days later, work started in Cliff and Maureen's garden. They had already cleared the overgrown lawn and shrubs. The greenhouse was in and vegetable patch dug, edged with wooden railway sleepers. The in work question, was the hot tub or jacuzzi thing. Four fit looking guys, had manhandled it past the side of the house. It was warm and sunny. They were down to work boots and shorts. I hadn't spent a lot of time in the back bedroom, since Terry left. This looked promising. Terry had left me his binoculars and tripod. No need, when all the hot old women were so close. I set up and began to watch.

Working outside, with all this heavy stuff, toned their bodies nicely. When the jacuzzi was in place, one of them started the plumbing. The others were erecting a sort of pergola over it. I glanced up. Maureen was looking down from their rear bedroom. I panned he binoculars up. Although she was dressed, she was definitely rubbing between her legs. She walked away, probably satisfied. Do I risk it, I thought? In for a penny. I picked up the phone.

"Hi Maureen, Marjorie, those builders in your garden are pretty hunky."

"They are here today and tomorrow. They should be finished by then. They need to finish the pergola, to give us some shade. We are going to try and grow some grape vines up the legs. Come over and try it. I'll call you when it's ready."

Had she just taken my comment at face value? Oh well, at least I got an invite to the hot tub. The following day, she repeated the process, waiting until the afternoon, until the guys were hot and sweaty. Had she seen me watching, either them or her. A couple of days passed, presumably to fill and get the water as they wanted it. The phone rang.

"Marjorie, the new tub is ready. Come over at about 7 for a drink and a soak, bring a robe and a towel."

I shaved my bikini line and dug out my old one piece swimming costume. A tight squeeze, I'd not worn it in years. At least the tight fabric made my tits look better and more perky. I put on a towelling robe, picked a beach towel from the cupboard, donned some sandals and headed down the garden. Through the gate and across their lawn. They were sat on garden chairs, like me, dressed in robes. A wine cooler was on the table. I sat opposite Maureen and Cliff poured me a glass. It was lovely and cool.

"Cheers."

"Here's to your new tub, god bless her and all who soak in her."

They both laughed.

"Let's get in, there are holders for the glasses in the corners."

We stood, they dropped their robes, they were both naked.

"I think I'm a little over dressed."

I revealed my flowery suit.

"Maureen, give me a hand. I struggled to get it on."

I pushed the shoulder straps down, she got behind me and the pair of us peeled off my suit.

"That's better, my tits were feeling squashed, I need a larger size."

Cliff sniggered. He was giving me a good looking at. I did the same to the two of them. He is about 5' 10" tall, thick grey hair. A slight paunch, shaved clean and an uncircumcised cock. Shower or grower, I mused. Maureen, similar height to me, blonde hair possibly dyed, boobs and belly just like mine although her ass is smaller. She too was shaved.

We climbed in, probably all a little embarrassed. We sipped our drinks, a little nervously. It's always awkward being naked, unexpectedly. Cliff broke the silence.

"Sorry if we shocked you. We don't bother with clothes much. Maureen should have said. One of the reasons we came here, was the seclusion. Yours is the only house that overlooks us. Most of the others we looked at, were really hemmed in."

"I'm not shocked, it just surprised me. You know Brenda who used to live here was religious. Her husband wasn't. We'd strip off and wank watching each other. Eventually, we used the gates, to meet up. It's the reason the path is clear here. So the nudity thing, isn't an issue. "

"I wondered, if you were watching." Maureen said.

"I think you got off twice, that I saw."

She chuckled.

"About half a dozen times. You weren't watching long enough. Those guys were hot. One of them was hung like a horse."

I burst out laughing.

"Sorry Cliff, girls talk." She said. Turning to me,

"He doesn't mind. I think he finds it a turn on."

He smiled.

Things loosened up and we relaxed as we drained our drinks. Cliff got out, to top us up. Maureen saw me watching him.

"It doesn't look much like that." She winked.

Grower, then. Just how big? By the time we had finished our second glass, the tips of my fingers were getting a bit wrinkled.

"Come inside, there's more wine in the fridge." Maureen said.

We put on our robes, the water and the cooler air made if feel chilly. Myself and Maureen headed for their lounge, Cliff went for another bottle. The house was nicely decorated. Completely different to when I'd been here with Terry. Clean and minimalist with nice furniture. Cliff returned and added to what was left in our glasses.

"You two are clearly not shy. Wandering about naked, shaved pubic hair and masturbating in the window. Is that all you do?"

"Hark at you, mutual wanking with a neighbours husband."

"You got me. Good job I trimmed my pubes. Looking at you two, I didn't go far enough. I've gone down on a shaved fanny, never had one. This may seem like a quiet rural village, there are sexual undercurrents everywhere, if you look for them. I found out the other day, that the wife of the previous vicar, was a real goer. He was a total bible basher."

We finished the second bottle of wine and decided to leave it there for tonight. I thanked them for their hospitality. I picked up my towel, put on my sandals and walked back across the two gardens. That was Friday. On Saturday morning, the phone rang. Maureen and Cliff's number on the screen.

"Hello."

"Back bedroom." Maureen's voice, she rang off.

I headed upstairs and moved the binoculars to the window. Cliff stood naked a decent sized erection sticking out. Not as big as Jeremy but well above average. Maureen bounced into sight. She pulled back his foreskin and took his knob into her mouth, her boobs hung down, jiggling as she moved. She moved her hands to Cliff's bum and slowly his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She moved her lips up and down his shaft. It looked as if her nipples were pretty hard and rubbing his thighs. His hands clasped the back of her head. Cum? They didn't move for a couple of minutes. He let go of her head, his flaccid dick flopped out. Maureen stood up and they both waved. I returned the gesture.

I decided to return the show. On Sunday morning, I arranged things in the spare room. I moved a blanket box under the window. Looking through my toy collection, I selected a couple of suction cup dildos and some lubricant. I stuck the dildos to the window. A good job they are strong and double glazed. Image ending up in the garden double penetrated and covered in glass. Not something you would want to explain, to the ambulance man.

I stripped off lubricated the dildos, myself and phoned their number.

"Rear bedroom."

They stood at the window, in the robes I'd seen the other evening. I climbed onto the blanket box, with my hand behind me, manoeuvred both of the toys into the appropriate holes. I eased back taking them in, six inches in my bum, eight inches in my pussy. My ass cheeks touched the cold glass. Reaching down I rubbed my clit as I bounced back against the window. I came relatively quickly, mainly due to the situation rather than the dildos and fingers. I eased forwards, releasing the toys. I turned to see them, wanking each other. I stood facing them, full frontal rubbing my nipples. I waited until it was clear, that they had both cum, before climbing down. Maureen phoned about an hour later.

"Tub at 7pm OK with you?"

"Fine."

I decided, for the first time in my life, to become fully shaved. I used my trimmer to get rid of as much as I could. I then used one of the razors, normally confined to my legs and armpits. I squatted over a mirror. Looks good, I thought. I'd even managed to get rid of the ones near my asshole. Robe on, sandals on, I put a towel over my shoulders and took a bottle of wine from the fridge, before heading to their garden. As before, they were sat in the chairs. Naked this time, towels draped over the seats. I handed Cliff the bottle. I hung my robe on a hook on the pergola, draped my towel on the chair and sat. Cliff poured me a glass of white, before heading off to put mine in the fridge.

"Nice new look." Maureen said, looking at my pussy.

I opened my knees slightly to give her a better view, just as Cliff returned.

"Can I ask both of you, about what we have done over the last couple of days?"

"Sure, go for it." Cliff said.

"I did something similar with Terry. We masturbated and eventually ended up fucking. I watched Cliff get deep throat and you both wanked, while I double penetrated myself. Where do you see this going?"

Maureen looked at Cliff, he nodded and she answered.

"As far as you want it to. We can carry on doing the voyeur thing. No need to use the back bedrooms, you get a better view close up."

Cliff added his thoughts.

"We had a good thing going, before we moved. Our next door neighbours, used to sunbathe naked in the garden. They didn't care who saw them. They were both about our age or older. They were both shaved. So we started doing it too. Seeing us respond, they asked us in for drinks. It just went on from there."

"They liked the risk. The four of us used to fuck in the garden, in the dark. It was her who taught me, to take a cock all the way in my mouth." Maureen added.

We got in the tub and spent an hour exploring each other's bodies. No sex. Just taking things a bit at a time. We agreed to meet and discuss things at the weekend. The logistics would be different, from the two couples they were use to.

During the week, I was in the village shop. If I know I'm going to be out, when deliveries are due, I use their pick up service. While they were looking for the correct package, I watched an elegant woman. Tall, long blonde hair down her back, sparkling blue eyes. She trying to decide on a bottle of wine. She looked to have been to or was going to the gym. Training shoes, bra top and tight leggings. That wasn't what caught my eye. She definitely didn't have anything else on. Her nipples were visible and none too small. More interesting, the cloth of her trousers was wedged up into her vagina, with a large bulge above it, the fleshy mounds either side were prominent. She caught me staring. I took my parcel and left the shop, standing by the door. She emerged with the bottle she had selected.

"I'm so sorry." I said.

"What for?"

"Staring at you."

"If I didn't want people to look, I'd wear a baggy dress. Like what you saw?"

"Hard not to. You're stunning. Sorry, there I go again. I've not seen you before. I would definitely have noticed."

"I'm Victoria. My parents used to live round here. I grew up a few miles away. I like it here, so I moved back. My folks have emigrated. I'm just finding my feet."

"I'm Marjorie, church organist and WI tea parties. My main interest is a long way from those. You busted me on that already. Most of the locals are getting on a bit, or young families. Not many your age."

"I'm not bothered about age. I was hoping the gym would provide some fun but just a load of poseurs. Want to help me with this and give me the lowdown?"

She lifted the bottle.

"Why not."

She had a little silver sports car. No idea what type, I don't drive. Interestingly, we ended up not far from Marcie and Ellen's house. Just a small cottage but nice and quiet. She led me inside, saying she needed the peace and quiet. She worked from home as a graphic designer. I was shown to a sofa and she headed for the kitchen. One corner of the lounge had a desk, with four large computer screens. Otherwise, a normal set up. She returned with the open bottle and two glasses. She told me she was in her early forties, building her career, no interest in a relationships.

"I suppose somewhere like this, finding friends with benefits is not an option."

"Don't be so sure. It will depend on what you are in to but even an old bird like me gets enough."

I told her about Terry, Pat and her dad, Cliff and Maureen. I held back on Ellen and Maisie, until I knew more.

"I think I'd draw the line at an eighty year old with a huge dick but his daughter sounds like my type."

"Lesbian?"

"Yes. I thought it might cause a problem, somewhere like this."

"There are more here than Lesbos, if you know where to go."

"I heard rumours, from some of my old school friends. They've all moved away and got married. I'm the only one who stuck with it, we all did it when we were younger."

"Can I ask, you didn't go to the convent school, did you?"

"Yes, it was pretty close to home. I went as a day pupil, not a boarder like most of them."

"If what you like showing off, is what I think it is, I have some ladies who are going to love you. Alumni of your old school but a generation before yours."

"I think I heard about them. There was one notorious intake. Only hearsay but someone said, they even got a couple of the nuns to leave the order."

She stood up and wiggled her leggings down. She sat to pull them over her feet. Correct guess, no underwear. Phew. Her clit hood had been the bulge I had seen, nice, neat, shaved. She shuffled to the edge of the seat. I wasn't going to miss out on this. Pat had nearly squashed my head, Victoria sat there, stroking my head as I lapped at her pussy. Maisie was going to cum at the sight of this. A magnificent clit, I took it in my lips massaging it until she came. He legs trembling, grunting as I gave this jewel a final lick with my tongue.

"Thanks. That's the first time I've cum other than masturbating, in months."

"Can I make a call? It should benefit you a lot. If it comes off, you will have access to more women than you can imagine."

She nodded. I called the sister's Ellen answered.

"I've found Maisie's dream woman. She's from your old school but about twenty years after you."

"Where are you?"

I looked to Victoria, I asked it it was alright to pass on the address. She winked.

"Turn right at the end of your drive, cottage on the left, about two hundred yards. There's a silver sports car outside."

Victoria pulled up her leggings and we took a drink. I explained about Marcie and Ellen. I told her that they looked a bit scary to start with but were really down to earth and that Ellen actually talked quite dirty. The two of them arrived about half an hour later. Victoria let them in and poured more wine. A similar first meeting, to the one I had experienced. Maisie said the nun story, was only partly true. It was only one nun and her oral skills were the cause.

I nearly choked on my wine. Marcie asked if she could see proof of what I'd promised.

"If it means I get to cum again, fine." Victoria said.

"Again, if Maisie likes what she sees, you'll be screaming for her to stop. Ellen said with a grin.

Not shy at all, Victoria dropped her trousers again. resuming the position she had, when I got her off. Maisie was intoxicated. Victoria was a mess, screeching and shuddering, by the third orgasm. Ellen stood, taking my hand and we left them to it.

"They'll be a while. Maisie will let her recover but I think she may be spending the night. We have a party in a couple of weeks. I call you."

"Victoria said she may be interested in Patricia. Will she be there?"

"I will make sure of it. I hear you visited Jeremy. Saves me getting lockjaw. Big bastard, isn't he."

"I thought he was going to rip my ass."

"I'd love to try it but he doesn't go much for my skinny little bottom."

We parted ways at the end of her driveway and I headed home. I was in need of relief. Should I have been more selfish and spent more time with Victoria? Perhaps I'd get an opportunity in the future. I settled for some vibrator time.

I'd decided to keep my pleasure seeking compartmented. Time with Maureen and Cliff was fun and close to home. Although Pat crossed two camps, she and Jeremy were another, the final one, the convent crowd.

On Saturday afternoon, as we had arranged, I met with Maureen and Cliff. I didn't bother with a robe. I slung a towel over my shoulder. Would any of the neighbours get a tiny glimpse. I didn't care.

"Getting bold, aren't we." Maureen said.

I just wiggled my bum. The weather was nice and warm. They had turned the temperature down on the tub. A little cold at first judging by our nipples but refreshing in the heat. Cliff had made a jug of Pimms, ideal in the circumstances. I tried to work out what we would get from our friendship.

"I've told you that I fuck men and you have seen me do anal. I also let on that I've gone down on women. So, you can see I'm open to most possibilities. I enjoyed watching your performance at the window but I don't know much other than you had good neighbours."

Maureen thought for a moment.

"I'm like you. Not just our wobbly saggy bodies. I love sex, always have. I dated a couple of women and a couple of blokes before I met Cliff. We started late, we didn't marry until into our thirties. There isn't much I haven't tried."

Cliff added his 2p worth.

"I only had one relationship before Maureen. A married woman, older than me. I think she made a habit of bedding young men. I learned a lot."

"What about the couple next door?"

"A bit like you. You would never guess, when they were out in the street. Normal as can be. Nothing outrageous in the bedroom but a lot of fun. He and Cliff would wank each other watching me and her. They never went further than that. We swapped partners to fuck and they would double penetrate both of us." Maureen said.

"I can't offer you a cock in exchange."

"We don't care, if you don't. We can't do it in here. Let's head indoors." Cliff said.

We climbed out of the tub and dried off. Taking the last of the Pimms with us, we headed upstairs. The layout of the house is the same as mine, even though it was built about thirty years later. Two bedrooms at the front, another and the bathroom at the rear. Maureen pushed open the rear bedroom door. It now had two sets of binoculars and two tripods.

"Just in case." Cliff said.

There was a large metal hook in the ceiling. Maureen opened the wardrobe and took out a large leather contrivance, straps and a cradle. Cliff untangled it and attached it to the hook.

"It's a sex swing. Adjustable to get a good position and nice and comfortable. I'll ring you next time we use it. We have to pack this all away when our son visits. There is a false smoke alarm, to cover where the hook goes. He wouldn't mind. He's seen us naked loads of times. I'm pretty sure he wanked, looking at me when I was younger and not as tubby. Naughty boy. There were always loads of cum soaked tissues, in his waste bin. His wife is a real prude." Maureen said.

We went to the largest bedroom at the front. Maureen jumped onto the bed and tapped the mattress beside her. I ended up between the two of them. Cliff's cock resting on my bum. Unlike Pat and Jeremy, my neighbours were a lot slower and more gentle, in their approach. Foreplay was a big part of their relationship. We'd explored things in the tub, things went a whole lot further. Hands, fingers and mouths were everywhere. Over the space of an hour Myself and Maureen had cum twice. I tried, under Maureen's instruction to take Cliff's cock into my throat. I managed all but a couple of inches, before I gagged. Maureen lowered her pussy onto my face, looking at her husband as he fucked me. She leant forwards and stroked my clit. I came as Cliff shot a massive load in my pussy.

"You have to watch him, if he cums in your mouth, swallow quickly or it will go everywhere."

We lay on the bed for a while, not saying anything. I think all of us content for a first night together.

"Rear bedroom." I said

I went downstairs, put on the sandals I'd left by the tub, trailed my towel behind me as I walked naked, back to my house. There were a couple of lights on, in the other houses but to see me would have been a stretch.

On Wednesday, Patricia picked me up for the latest session with Jeremy. Normal routine up on the mezzanine. Pat winking her ass at him as he fucked my pussy. I heard footsteps, on the open treads of the stairs. I looked round, Jeremy's wife.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry."

"What for. You must be Marjorie, I'm June. Nice bum. Much more to his liking, than Ellen. Don't let me stop you. I expect he wants to orgasm in your bottom. He'd fit in Patricia, if I'd let him, I've seen the farrier. Jeremy could never fit it in mine, too tight. Didn't stop him trying. Messy having semen sprayed all over your anus."

She knelt behind Pat, starting to lick her asshole and fingering her clit. Jeremy was gasping for breath as he pushed into my anus. At least I was ready for it this time. No less big and breathtaking. June moved her head and stuck a thumb into Pat's anus. Father and Daughter came together.

"Take a shower and we'll talk." June said.

The three of us went to the wet room to clean up. Pat gave Jeremy's cock a quick rub while we showered. Telling me not to tell June. Also that if Ellen wasn't available she's wank him. Again, secret. We finished and wrapped ourselves in towels. June was sat in an armchair on the mezzanine. Jeremy dressed and was sent back to their house. June told me about their recent situation.

"The rumour circulating, probably by Ellen, is that I'm frigid. That's far from the case. The truth is, I can't face Jeremy shoving that bloody great thing in to me, anymore. We still masturbate each other and he licks me. I can't get my mouth round his knob. He does still orgasm on me, especially when Patricia is there. I think he may have homosexual tendencies, looking at her body and going up peoples bums.

"Mum! I'm still sat here."

"Well, you do look like a bloke with a fanny."

I sniggered.

"I bet she wrapped her legs round you, didn't she. She does it to me too. I prefer it a bit more gentle."

She lifted her skirt. Nice legs, slim but shapely. Very fine, straggly grey pubic hair and surprisingly, a piercing, a ring through her clit hood. She pulled it.

"I had this fitted when we stopped having intercourse. It rubs on my clitoris, giving me orgasms. Not bad for 82."

She hadn't done this just to show me, I'm sure. Nice pussy lips, about 3/4 inch long and wrinkled.

"Keep going, she can outdo me." Pat said.

She may have been correct. Even on a quick outing like this, she came at least four times. Like her daughter, quiet. Just a few whimpers.

"We might have to find Jeremy another bottom. Patricia was right, that was nice. Thank you."

We dressed and Pat drove me home.

"Sorry I didn't tell you about mum. If the three of us disgust you, I wouldn't be surprised."

"It's alright with me. You all get what you want. I guess you get your mum off too."

"Sometimes but she thinks I'm a bit rough."

As I got out of the car she gave me some details.

"Friday, 5pm at Ellen and Marcie's, dress smart, trousers or dress, take an overnight bag, weekend bag if you get lucky and anything you want to play with."

"Does that include you? I think you may have a treat coming, I've lined up a friend for you, if Marcie will share."

I told Maureen and Cliff that I would be away for perhaps a day or two. I gave them a spare key and asked them to keep an eye on the place. I shaved and put on, stockings, suspenders and a nice bra. I didn't think there was much point wearing knickers. A long black dress, not exactly disguising all of my lumps and bumps. I packed a couple of sets of spare clothes and a few of my vibrators and dildos. A taxi arrived at 4.45. The driver put my bag in the boot and we set off. The arrangements were impeccable. Even the taxi firm was based miles away. We came to the house via a back gate and not through the village. No houses overlooking. No wonder these things were kept quiet. The gardens and house were huge. I'd only been to the front entrance before and only seen a couple of rooms.

Ellen and Maisie were at the rear door, welcoming guests. Someone took my bag and placed it in a lobby, with lots of others. I took a glass of champagne from a side table and headed for the sound of some music. Further back in the house than I'd seen, on my left open doors, leading to a ballroom. In one corner a string quartet, playing some Mozart. I looked around. Pat was talking to someone I didn't recognise. This time there were three men present. All seemed to be with, what appeared to be their wives. Victoria, dressed in a dinner jacket and trousers looked stunning. She was with the fat bottomed woman. I presume Maisie had introduced them. I walked over.

"Hello Victoria, how are you?"

"Marjorie, this is Ruth, a friend of Maisie's."

"I've saw you at a party, when I was playing the piano, we didn't have chance to speak."

"Pleased to meet you."

"A bit of a turn up for the books. Ruth knows my parents. She actually slept with my mum. I had no idea mum was bi."

"Can I steal Victoria away? There is someone I want her to meet."

"Certainly, see more of you later, perhaps."

We moved away, I apologised for leaving her with Maisie and heading out. She told me not to worry, she'd had a great time. Maisie hadn't gone home until the following day and had been back since.

"I told you, more than Lesbos."

"A bit shocking, to find out your mum likes fat women's asses, on her face. Not just that but talking to the women in question. I'll have things to say, on our next Zoom call."

I walked her over and introduced her to Pat. She was definitely interested. Almost matching attire, apart from Pat wearing a waistcoat, which wouldn't have looked right, with Victoria's boobs. The woman with Pat was Theresa, she had been head girl at the convent in Pat, Maisie and Ellen's era. Average height, slim, like Ellen, long grey hair, swept back from her face, in a pony tail down her back, slightly Roman nose.

"I've heard all about you, from Patricia."

"That doesn't sound good."

Leaving Victoria with Pat, Theresa put her glass on a table, took mine and placed it beside hers. She took me to the middle of the room and we began dancing. Some of the others, were already doing the same. One of her hands was on my shoulder, the other on my right buttock. I held both of my hands in the small of her back.

"No knickers, nice. Do you know many people here? Have you been with any?"

I said that I'd talked to Ellen, Marcie and Ruth, only today for the latter and I'd watched Marcie go down on Victoria. I admitted to doing that too. Also about the vetting process with Pat.

"How much did Patricia actually tell you?"

"Enough to know that you might be the one for us."

"Us?"

"Donald and myself. He's my husband, over there, dancing with the woman in the blue dress. She's married but to one of those two. She likes to watch the two men together, she's not alone. Last time she came to bed with us. Donald has what Ellen calls special talent. They get on fine socially but she struggled in the sack."

The music ended and we picked up our drinks. A waitress topped up our glasses and continued round the room, doing the same. Maisie and Ellen closed the doors to the hallway. Maisie joined Ruth, presumably to be partially suffocated later in the evening. Victoria and Pat were kissing, as they span round the dance floor. I hoped they lived up to each other's expectations. Ellen strode up.

"Room for another one?" She said.

Theresa kissed her on the lips.

"Do you think your skinny old bones are up to it."

"Always ready for a bit of buggery with your husband's magnificent weapon."

I coughed, some champagne came back out of my nose.

"Sorry Marjorie, just a bit of banter between friends. I don't get many chances these days. Donald can't always make our little parties. As you know, I'm too skinny for Jeremy. At our age, get it where you can."

"Marjorie, are you alright as a four?" Theresa asked.

"Why not. Not much different from being with Pat's family, except I was the only one with a dick in me."

They both laughed. Ellen told us her room at 9. Theresa knew where it was and headed off to circulate with some other guests. Theresa said she would find me later and went to talk to some old friends. Maisie, like Ellen was doing the rounds. Ruth was sat on her own, so I joined her. She told me that the buffet would start soon. So we sat and talked. I asked here about Victoria's mother. She told me that they looked similar, except for the hair, brunette instead of blonde. Magnificent pussy, lots of black pubic hair. I said that Victoria was shaved. Different times, hardly anyone was back then. I didn't mention it but her mother slept with a couple of the others here too. I was surprised to find out she married and settled down.

"Victoria is the only one from her lot who hasn't." I said.

Ellen opened a large door to an adjoining room and we filed in to get some food. Ruth and myself found a table and sat down to eat. Victoria and Pat joined us shortly afterwards.

"Bloody hell, is there anyone my mum didn't have sex with."

Pat winked.

"I couldn't not tell her. Especially if we are going to share a bed tonight. Mother and daughter. One off the list."

"I beat you to it." I said.

"Victoria, apart from the two of us, there was only one more. The lady over there, with the purple ribbon in her hair." Ruth added.

It must be disconcerting finding out things about your parents, after so long. What secrets did mine have. I probably don't want to know. Lots if I am anything to go by. We ate and drank, relatively quietly. I warned Victoria about the hooked legs. The two of them headed off. We returned to the ballroom. The music had resumed and some couples were dancing. No sign of Pat and Victoria, gone to bed? I sat with Ruth who appeared keen to spend time with me, the following day. Some of the women hadn't waited to go upstairs, at least two couples appeared to be masturbating, up against the walls. Maisie returned to whisk Ruth upstairs.

Theresa appeared, Donald at her side. Introductions made, she headed upstairs, the two of us followed. First floor on the right, a run of doors. The one at the back of the house was Ellen's. A big room elegant decoration. A huge four poster be between the door and the window. On it, Ellen stark naked.

"What kept you?"

Just as she herself and June had described her. Positively skinny, some ribs visible. Almost flat chested a neat triangle of grey pubic hair above, a quite neat looking pussy. Long thin legs stretched down the bed.

When Theresa got undressed she look similar, breasts small mounds instead of just nipples, thin, quite a nice looking bum, even the pubic hair, same. While I was undressing, Donald had removed his jacket, shirt and shoes. He bent and removed his socks, undid his belt, the button on his trousers and let them fall. Hardly contained in a pair of briefs something that made me gasp. He pushed his pants down.

"Fuck. Ellen, are you serious? He shoves that in your bum."

"Not just mine, Theresa's too."

"But there's nothing to either of you."

"It's not about the size of your body, the size of your asshole, relaxation and imagination. You did Jeremy." Ellen said.

"Yes but look at the width of that."

"Come here."

I got on the bed, Theresa followed. Oh how years of honing your skills pays dividends. The two of them gave me a couple of orgasms, with little effort. I'd all but for gotten about Donald, until he mounted the bed. Theresa put her leg across my stomach and spread my pussy. Hell, was I wet. The tip of his dick was only slightly larger than Jeremy's but that was big enough. His shaft swelled beyond that. Theresa gently stroked my clit as her husband's cock stretched my pussy, like nothing else. None of my toys were that thick. He began just rocking, not thrusting. I felt the approach of another orgasm. I pulled my knees up as far as I could. Still only rocking, how much in me?

"Yaaaaah!"

Ellen bent to kiss my lips as I puffed out breath. Several minutes passed. I felt Donald pulling out of me. Ellen moved away. With Theresa sat on me, I couldn't see much. They looked like Donald's hands on my ankles. Fingers smeared cold liquid on my ass and pushed inside. Ellen's fingers?

"It has a numbing effect. When it touches, push out really hard." Theresa said.

I've no idea how long later, I felt the rubbing of his knob. My stomach muscles tensed against Theresa's bum. She was stoking my clit, which hadn't gone down since the last orgasm.

"Holy fuck! Ooooph."

I'd got used to Jeremy fucking my ass quite hard but this, this was a totally different feeling. No movement. A minute or so passed and slight pressure and more. Out, I felt the drag. Back in, his balls and pubic hair against my skin, the finger on my clit.

"Nnnnnnng, Ahhhhh!"

Pulsing, throbbing in my anus, jets of cum. Theresa's hand away, the weight removed from my belly. No it's back. Turned around, kissing my face, resting on my breasts. Minutes pass, the throbbing subsides, less pressure, his cock softening, out. We lay, her tiny frail frame on heaving chest.

Movement beside me. I look over, Ellen kneeling, ass level with the edge of the bed. I lift my head and Theresa, rolls to my side. Donald, standing by the bed, hard again, lubricant in hand. Applied. No time elapses. Helmet to hole. In, a single stroke. Her hand to her clit as he bangs into her skinny behind. Five minutes, maybe more. She gasps, her legs tremble. He grunts over and over. Her head to the mattress. Spent. I turn to Theresa.

"You do that too?"

"Only the three of us and Ruth have ever managed it, in the ass. A couple of others have tried. Even Pat."

"I now see what Ellen meant by special skills. Massive cock, multiple cum shots."

She led me to the landing, Maisie's room was next door, Ruth the one beyond that, then mine.

"Pat is directly opposite yours. There is a wash basin in your room, your bag will be in there already. There's a toilet and bathroom to the right of Pat's."

She headed back into Ellen's room. I wondered how much more they would be up for. I waddled to the bathroom and walked in. The shower was running.

"I'm so sorry."

It was Ruth.

"It's fine. If you've had Donald, you'll need the toilet."

I sat and his cum dribbled out of my bum. I thought Jeremy was bad. I stood and flushed.

"Finished with Maisie?"

"She's asleep. Come on in. Bloody enormous, isn't he? Theresa got you off, I bet."

"Almost too big, well yes too big. It looks like she pissed on my stomach."

"She's like Pat. Cums quietly. She gets off, watching her husband doing it."

Some expensive shower gel and shampoo in the shower. A massive pile of towels. Apparently there are three other bathrooms. Obviously expecting a lot of use. As we dried, I eyed her up and down. Her bum was big, bigger than mine but looked less wobbly and wrinkly. Her breasts were large, nipples large, dark and erect, from the cooling after the shower. Her belly, larger than mine but not quite as wrinkly.

"Yes, it's bald. Hard to tell under my belly. Maisie isn't into hairy pussy or ass. I have it waxed."

With the shower off, the sounds of orgasm were clear from next door. Victoria? Definitely not Pat. So, yes Victoria unless they had swapped. We dried off, I wrapped a towel round myself. Ruth just walked out, onto the landing, carrying her towel. I thought she was heading to her room. Instead she went to the stairs.

"I need a drink. Want one?"

I followed her down. From this angle her bum really was big. Many parties had taught her where to look. Next to the room where we had eaten, a sort of study or library. A drinks cabinet under the window. She poured a couple of large cognacs. Then walked in to the ballroom. The two men were there, double penetrating a woman.

"One of their wives?" I asked.

"No. They are eating each other out, over there. Time for bed. Yours or mine?"

We took our drinks and went to her room. I'd not even been in mine. We sat in bed, sipping the brandy, until our glasses were drained. She turned off the light and wiggled her bum against me. I draped an arm across her, brushing one of her large breasts. We drifted off to sleep. When I woke, Victoria was in the bed, breast to breast with Ruth.

As they were both sleeping, I got up and went in search of my clothes and something to put on. When I got to Ellen's room, she was just getting out of bed. Donald and Theresa were both still sleeping. I picked up my dress, underwear and shoes. Ellen told me to see here downstairs for breakfast in a few minutes. I opened the door of the room I'd been given, the same a Ruth's. I took a dress and some low shoes from my bag and packed my party things. Out on the landing, Pat was dressed in her usual corduroy and tweed. She pointed at Ruth's door, which I'd failed to shut. Ruth was sat on Victoria's face. The younger woman's body shaking, her large clit upright and erect. Ruth waved. I descended the stairs with Pat.

Breakfast was set up in the dining room. Ellen, still naked, picked a full English breakfast from the trays and sat at the large central table. Some cereal, fruit juice and coffee for me. I sat beside her. Pat put some sausages and bread on a plate, to make a sandwich. She sat directly opposite Ellen.

"Did you enjoy Donald?" Ellen asked.

"Yes but I'm a bit sore now. I need time to recover from that. I'll head home after breakfast."

"He did me again, after you'd gone. This is the exact spot, where I got my interest in being buggered. At the convent, fingers tongues, carrots and the occasional candle, went in most of us, even Maisie. We came home after our first term at university and opened the door, over there. Maisie was horrified and ran. I was mesmerised and stayed. Father was sat where Patricia is, fully dressed, not unlike her. Mother was naked bent over the table just here. Face down, a hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris. Behind her, the head gardener was pushing a large penis into her bottom. She was loving it. She had three orgasms, while I was watching. Father didn't bat an eyelid. We often wondered, if any of the servants were actually our biological father. Nothing was ever mentioned.

Maisie was clamped shut from that day onwards. You can lick and probe as much as you want, nothing gets in. I was the opposite. I went looking for the same excitement. The gardener wouldn't do it, when I asked. Too big. I'd meet the under gardener, butler and eventually the head gardener in the potting shed. I think the butler may have told father. He would try to watch, without being seen. Sadly, no permanent staff these days, just hired help for our parties. Very discrete but they don't get involved.

I thanked Ellen for the invitation and hoped there would be more. Pat offered me a lift home. We collected our things. Ruth was sat in bed with a very red looking Victoria.

"Great, this mother and daughter thing." She shouted through the doorway.

As Pat drove, she admitted that Victoria was every bit as insatiable as her mother and had been too much for her, last night. I would have liked to stay for more but it would not have been a good idea.

Such was my introduction, to the sexually charged underbelly, of a quiet rural village. There was more to explore. The relationship with Maureen and Cliff could develop nicely. Was there more to Patricia's family relationship, than I knew? I wanted more time with Ruth and Victoria. What about Maisie and the other party ladies?