A Good Samaritan Gets Rewarded

My day off, walking back from the corner shop with my newspaper. I walk even though it's nearly a mile each way because it's good for my health. Not the exercise, although that is positive but the parking. The arseholes who can't be bothered to walk five yards but park blocking anyone else is not good for my blood pressure. I get so angry, so I walk.

As I walked back reading the headlines of my paper, a lady in front of me tumbled over dropping her shopping. I ran over to help her. She wasn't badly hurt so I helped her and her shopping to a bungalow within a group which were for the elderly and disabled.

"Thank you so much, I never could have managed on my own, sit down, let me make you a cup of tea," she said. I sat on the settee and looked around. She had the usual old people's ornaments displayed in old fashioned furniture. A modern large flat screen TV and Sky box took over most of one wall connected to a laptop computer.

She seemed to be taking some time making the tea, I could hear her moving around. She came in with a tray of tea and biscuits, a china teapot and china cups. She looked a bit different. She poured the tea, using a tea strainer and offered me biscuits, posh ones, I better not dunk them.

"My name's Sarah," she said, holding her hand out to shake mine.

"Alec," I said, shaking her hand. She took my hand in both of hers and started kissing the back of it.

"You are so good, I don't know how to thank you."

"You're welcome, there is no reason for more than a thank you and a cup of tea," I said, raising my cup.

"Would you do me one more favour?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered. She went to a built-in cupboard and came back with a first aid kit which she handed to me. I took it. With an agility that was more athletic than you would expect from an old lady she whipped her dress over her head.

My mouth fell open, she was wearing matching bra and knickers of the type you would have expected on someone much younger. Before I could comment she put her arm out showing a graze near her elbow. Did she need to take her dress off for that? Who cares?

I took her skinny arm and with a disinfected wipe cleaned the graze. I looked her up and down. Blond hair, not natural I think, her face, pleasant, red lipstick. Did she have that before? I don't know. She had twinkling blue eyes and a pleasant smile.

Her sexy bra barely covered her small tits and her belly wasn't as tight as it had once been. I put a dressing on her graze and she lifted her leg to show me another graze on her knee.

I started to clean the graze but found it quite difficult to take my eyes off the gap between her legs. Her white knickers were lace and I could make out parts of her pussy. Not the sort of knickers that most women would do their shopping in, maybe she was the exception.

I concentrated on my task with the dressing. As I finished instead of putting her leg down she eased forward and put her hand on my cock which I must admit was half way to being hard.

"Do you know how long it has been since I last held a real hard cock?" she smilingly asked.

How the fuck do you answer that? "No." Was the best I could manage.

"Seven years, my husband died over six years ago but was not capable of sex for a while before he died." She is quite dexterous for her age, her right hand was getting into my jeans and her left hand was in her knickers.

What the hell, I unfastened my jeans and pulled my cock out. "Oh, lovely," she exclaimed, dropping her leg off me and taking hold of my rising cock. Her head came down and she had it in her mouth, for fuck sake we've only just met. I lifted my arse up and pushed my jeans and boxers down. Her other slightly wet hand came up and cupped my balls.

I reached behind her and unfastened her bra and I slid my hand in holding her little, soft tit. I allowed her to carry on working on my cock for a while before I pulled her up by her hair.

"Do you want fucking?" I asked, I'm known for my subtlety, it seemed pointless to waste time. I think that was the point at her advanced years wasting time was a waste of time; time she has not got.

"Yes please," she said, jumping up and removing her knickers, she definitely isn't a natural blond. She lay back along the couch with her legs open in invitation. I quickly pounced on her, my hands pressing her tits. She took hold of my cock and directed it into her pussy.

"Aaaaaarrrr," she sighed as she relaxed and went limp, her eyes were on mine, her smile like the cat that got the cream. I slowly moved in and out, her pussy surprisingly tight for a woman her age (whatever that was).

"You have a lovely tight pussy, very warm, wet and welcoming," I whispered in her ear and then kissed her neck.

"It's healed up as it hasn't been used properly for so long, I could have been reclassified as a virgin," she replied. "Your cock feels wonderful."

"I'm going to turn you over and have you from behind, one hand squeezing your tit, the other on your clit and my cock ramming into you."

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes. Oh yes." I went at it harder until she started 'yessing' again, cunt spasming and gripping me. I could feel it, the tightening of my balls, the pleasant almost pain as I tried to hold it back to get the best effect. I climaxed.

I fell across her, carefully taking some of my weight on my arms. "Thank you," she said. "That was wonderful, when can you do it again?" Now I'm no teenager, I'm in my thirties so the heady days of following on straight away are a bit beyond me now.

"I have to go out shortly but I could come back around four or five," I suggested. I certainly wanted to. I eased off her kissing her nipples on my way up. I pulled my boxers and trousers up. Sarah was completely naked and appeared happy to be that way.

"That would be great. I'll have everything ready for you and perhaps some food," she said with a wink. She escorted me to the door and as I walked down her path, I turned and she was standing naked in the door, she waved and appeared to have fingers of the other hand in her cunt.

I waved back and walked the few hundred yards home.

I did have things to do, I had arranged to have a few games of pool and a few pints in my local with a mate. I kept it down to two pints and was back home by three o'clock. I had a long bath, got dressed, took a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and walked round to Sarah's bungalow.

I rang Sarah's bell and she quickly answered the door, I walked in and asked for glasses. She produced proper champagne glasses, so I poured two glasses. To be honest I'm not keen on champagne, I'd rather have a pint of bitter, which is why I still had it.

Sarah looked amazing. She had spent a lot of time on her hair and makeup. Her dress was red satin with a halter neck, there were splits up both sides up to her armpits with two joins one at tit level and another level with her cunt. A teenage club dress really. It looked fucking good on her.

I kissed her. "You look gorgeous," I said.

"Thank you kind sir," she replied. She had set out some finger food although we both knew that while fingers may be involved food wasn't, although perhaps in the future who knows?

We sat together on the settee, eating, drinking and flirting suggestively. "Shall we adjourn," Sarah suggested, we both burst out laughing.

"I think my lady that would be rather a spiffing idea," I joked. We both burst out laughing and she led me to her bedroom which was lit with about a hundred candles. Maybe not a hundred but quite a few considering it's daylight.

She asked me to sit on the double bed and danced in front of me. She somehow put some music on, who says older people can't work new tech? She started dancing, I'm not sure what you would call it, her feet never left the floor.

She swayed her hips, she unfastened the buttons that held the dress together at her hips. This allowed it to sway to the sides exposing a length of leg and an occasional glimpse of her knickers. Fuck me this was so sexy, she is fucking gorgeous.

She was wearing black stockings held up with suspenders. The dress was now just held together by the buttons that were level with her tits.

As she swayed about I could see that she was wearing brief red knickers, I so wanted to grab hold of her and drag her to the bed and fuck her, I didn't, I watched her.

She popped one of the tit level buttons and a tit came into view. Small, a little droopy and nipples sticking out but I love tits whatever their shape and size.

She popped the other side and flipped the dress over her head. She knelt between my legs. "I am yours sir," she said. Sexy red knickers, black stockings with red suspenders and heels.

Fuck me. I mean fuck me. This sexy woman who must be in her sixties is basically telling me I can do what I want. I want to fuck her.

"Take my shirt off," I instructed. Hell she was almost naked, in fact better than naked and I was fully dressed. I don't often wear a shirt and tie when I am not working, I do the ironing so tee shirts are favourite.

My shirt and tie were removed and she kissed my chest and sucked my nipples. When she started unfastening my jeans I lay back on my elbows and looked down at her blond head with a little grey showing through at the parting.

I lifted my arse and she pulled my pants down, my cock was soon growing in her mouth. I lay back enjoying the sensation, staring at the ceiling. "I thought you'd be in here," came a female voice from the door. My head jerked up and I saw a woman standing in the doorway.

"That's my friend Jean, is it alright for her to join us?" said Sarah. Do I mind? Having two women at once, of course I don't mind. Every man's dream.

Jean was quite tall, quite fat and quite attractive. She had honest grey hair, too much make up on an attractive chubby face. "She will have to take her coat off first," I demanded.

She was holding it together so she opened it like a flasher and allowed it to fall to the floor with a theatrical gesture. Her hands in the air in a 'shaddar' sort of gesture. Obviously not lacking self confidence.

She was wearing a red corset with black trim that reached under and supported her tits, her nipples pointed at me. Her tits were big and appreciated being held up. Red suspender belt and stockings. Red and black knickers and red heels.

She knows how to present herself, I had a vision of my cock nestled between those tits.

"Come here," I ordered. As soon as she was in range I grabbed her nipples and squeezed. "Why are you here?" I asked.

There was a brief hesitation so I squeezed harder. "To get fucked," was her favourable reply.

"Good answer, if you are good that may happen. Now get down and take my trousers off. Don't interfere with Sarah sucking my cock while you do it." Pretty soon I was naked. "Give Sarah a hand or rather a mouth."

With Sarah sucking the end and Jean running her mouth up and down the shaft I was soon near to climaxing. "Okay ladies stop. If you both want to get fucked you had better desist or I'll waste good spunk that could be going straight into your cunts. Is that what you'd like?"

"Yes please sir," they both replied.

"In our cunts," added Sarah with a giggle.

"In that case I'd better have a look at them, I know Sarah has a nice tight cunt, even if it is rather wet. I got up and grasped the blond and the grey hair, pulling them up until they were standing. Pulling their heads back I kissed one then the other. "Kneel on the bed with your arses facing me."

I'm sure there are better sights in the world but four stocking clad legs with high heeled shoes on below two knicker clad arses waiting for their cunts to be exposed takes some beating. Okay eighteen instead of eighty year olds would have been preferable. But I am not complaining.

I pulled both pairs of knickers down enough to expose their bum cheeks and kissed all four of them. Another few inches down and arseholes came into view another inch or so and there were their cunts.

I put a finger in each, both were extremely wet, Jean's not as tight as Sarah's but she certainly knew how to flex her cunt muscles. I pulled my fingers out and swapped cunts this time putting two fingers in. After a bit of wiggling them about I took my fingers out.

I pulled the girls upright and stuck my fingers into their waiting mouths. "Do you like the taste of each other's cunt juice?" I asked.

"Hmmm," was the mumbled response, perhaps I should have removed my fingers to allow them to reply.

"Have you tasted each other's cunts before?" I asked innocently. Learning from my earlier mistake I removed my fingers.

"No," they both adamantly replied. I pushed their heads back down and with two fingers in Jean I started licking Sarah's pussy from clit to arsehole. I swapped and licked Jean and fingered Sarah.

Both were hot, wet and ready. I swapped again this time fucking Sarah, sliding so easily into that pleasure tunnel, I put my thumb into her arse. Fingers in Jean and a thumb in her arse as well. I was hammering in my hips hitting her bony arse.

Hell, I had to try not to think of what I was doing, think of something else, don't cum yet, holding onto Sarah's little tit, her nipple stabbing my hand.

"Yyyyyesssss," shouted Sarah, thank you, I let go and shot into her. I let go of Jean and put both my hands on Sarah's tits and pulled her up and kissed her neck.

"That was wonderful, you are one sexy lady," I whispered.

"You are a great lover," a giggle. "No a great fucker would be nearer the truth, more honest anyway." She burst out laughing, turned her head and kissed me.

I pulled out and slapped her arse. "Get some drinks, while your friend sucks your juices off my cock," I said, removing her knickers all together.

"Yes sir, straight away sir," she said and stuck her tongue out. I took a swipe at her arse but she was out of range. I moved to the side of the bed and indicated to Jean that she should suck my deflating cock.

She jumped to it with alacrity, my pubic hair tickling her nose. When I was satisfied she had done a good job and I must admit she had started the beginnings of a resurrection. I lifted and turned her so she was on her knees at about eye level with me.

I pushed the tit-supporting part of her corset down so that her tits had more freedom. I took a handful of each and lifted them, bending I suckled each nipple. They certainly are the biggest tits I've had if not the best.

"Get up and into the lounge, I will follow you." I said. She got off the bed and waggled her arse out; for her cheek I slapped each cheek all the way to the lounge, she turned and smiled suggestively.

"Thank you sir," she whispered, sticking her arse out for more. She got more, I smacked each cheek harder. We reached the lounge and she bent forward with her hands on the seat of the settee. "Please sir." she said.

I don't know if she was pleading with me to fuck her or smack her, if I was able at that time I would have fucked her, I wasn't ready so I smacked her.

"Jean, have you got a moment please," shouted Sarah.

"Excuse me please sir," Jean said, straightening up and strutting off. I sat on the settee and waited for about thirty seconds. Sarah was carrying a silver tray with a bottle of Scotch and three glasses on it. She put it on a side table and they knelt one on each side of me.

They each put their arms on my bare thighs, looked up at me. "We have something to ask you and would like you to listen until we have finished," said Sarah. I said nothing.

"We are getting on in years and don't have the time or the inclination to mess about, I will get straight to the point. We have been watching porn on the internet and have realised what we have been missing. We have both been married and our sex lives were basically missionary in the bedroom.

We have discussed what we would do differently if we had our time over again, obviously that won't happen but just maybe we could start now." Sarah's words were coming quicker. "We want you to be our master, to tell us what to do, to be our dom. Like 'Slaves in Love'. Do you want to see a sample?"

"That won't be necessary, pour the whisky, get me some ice. You get on your stomach and kiss my feet." Sarah went off and Jean got down.

"Please sir, I want to try anal, I want to be tied up, I want so much," she said, trying to look up at me. Then in a rush she said "I gave myself an enema, so you could do it now."

Hell, no messing about, I have fancied trying anal in a fantasy sort of way. "We'll see, maybe if you are very good." Sarah returned with an ice bucket. "What do you say Sarah?"

"I do not fancy anal sex but if my master desires it I am yours to do with as you please." Fuck me! Hell, where do I start?

"Pass me the whisky," I ordered. I took a gulp and finished it in one. "Another," I held the glass out. Sarah poured me another; it didn't require another ice cube. "Stand in front of me, both of you," I ordered. I was going to have to have a new mind set.

I looked them up and down, Slim, even skinny Sarah wearing stockings, suspender belt and heels. Her tits though small drooped a little, tiny brown areolas with her nipples pointing at me, her ribs protruding, her stomach wrinkled and her pubic hair grey.

Jean is overweight with a round happy smiling face, wearing a corset, stockings and heels. Big, droopy tits with large pink areolas and big nipples. The corset contained and tried to minimise her fat belly, she also had grey pubic hair which she had trimmed.

I made them turn round, Sarah's hair came quite far down her back between her shoulder blades, her arse small and quite tight for an old girl. Jean's arse was big, not helped by her corset. Highly smackable and hopefully fuckable.

I walked round them as if I was making a decision, gripped an arse here, squeezed a tit there and fingered both pussies. "How old are you?"

"Seventy two and seventy three," answered Sarah, although one should not ask a lady her age, young man.

"It's a good job I was only talking to a pair of trainee sluts then," was my response.

"So it is just possible that I may ask you to do something you are incapable of like 'put your legs over your head' what happens then?"

"Oh that's easy sir, we would have to be punished," Jean said with a grin.

"I think Jean I will take you up on your offer, Have you any lubricant Sara?"

"I have Vaseline, will that do?" she answered.

How the hell do I know? "Yes, that will be fine," I said with an assurance I didn't feel. She went off to get it. I looked at Jean. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes definitely." I pulled her to me and kissed her. Sarah came in with the Vaseline and handed it to me.

"Sarah lay on the bed with your head at the foot end," I ordered. She looked at me questioningly before she set off. I took Jean's hand and followed.

Sarah was on the bed as directed. I adjusted her so her head was over the edge. "Jean kneel over Sarah with your arse available for me." I arranged her as I wanted to get into her arse and for Sarah to see everything and hopefully able to lick my balls while I fucked Jean's arse.

I took a dollop of Vaseline out of the jar and pushed it into Jean and some onto my cock. Holding my cock I directed it to Jean's arsehole. "Sarah lick my balls," I demanded.

I didn't need any more incentive to get hard but it helped. I pushed against her sphincter until I passed the barrier and entered the warm tunnel. Fuck me she was tight, I moved forward and backwards, moving further in each time until my balls were hitting her cunt.

When I was in all the way: "Jean your move now, Sarah lick and suck my balls," There I was basking in the glory of being in an arse while having my balls licked, can anything be better?

It didn't take long before I was shooting into her arse. I slowly pulled out interested in what Sarah would do. She did not lick my cock but when my spunk leaked out of Jean to my surprise she lapped it up.

The three of us collapsed on the bed. "What was it like?" Sarah asked Jean.

"Different, painful at first, but a feeling of being full. To be honest, next time I will play with my clit or even have something in my fanny, a vibrator perhaps. I shall have to buy one," Jean answered.

"So you will do it again?"

"If Alec is happy to."

"Oh yes Alec is very happy to fuck your arse any time you want," I said.

"I think I would like to try it, would you fuck my bum please Bob?" Sarah asked, with a little less certainty.

"Are you sure? I would not want to unless you are sure that is what you want." Hell I certainly want her arse. Probably different from Jean, her being so skinny.

"I made some sandwiches earlier, perhaps we should clean up and have a bite to eat," said Sarah getting off the bed. It would have been nice to all have a shower together but in these tiny bungalows the shower cubicle was miniscule.

I washed my cock and balls and used the toilet, the ladies also used the bathroom. We had our sandwiches and a brew. When we had finished being so typically English despite our lack of clothes we went back to the sofa.

We were sitting together, very together actually because the sofa was quite small, comfortable in our lack of clothes. "Do you have any friends?" asked Jean.

"Well I'm not exactly Billy-no-mates, why do you ask?" I enquired, this sounds interesting.

"We have a bucket list together and perhaps you can help us fulfil parts of it?" said Jean.

"I'll get it to show you," offered Sarah and off she went.

"Not all the things do we need to do together but the idea was that even if it was not personally a bucket list item we would still do it together," said Jean

Sarah returned with a sheet of paper with a list neatly typed on it.

Tattoo

Piercing

Punting at Cambridge

See how far I can get with my bus pass

Go to a music festival

Sit in a box at a theatre show

Climb Scafell Pike or Snowdon

Go in a hot air balloon

See the northern lights

Visit stonehenge

Paint a picture good enough to frame

Read two classic books a week

Sing at a karaoke

Wear silly costume in public

Win a pub quiz

Spend the night on the beach with a bonfire

Ride a roller coaster.

Added in pencil were:

Have sex with a young man.

To have a threesome

Double penetration

Being tied up

Be dominated sexually

Be in an orgy

Risky outdoor sex.

"We added the more adventurous stuff as we got braver and we are open to suggestions," said Sarah.

"When did you get braver?" I enquired innocently.

Sarah blushed. "Today, we added them today."

"I could help you with several of them: Do you really want to be dominated?"

"Yes, we have seen so much on the internet, not the really violent stuff," said Jean.

"O. K. Piercings, you will both have your nipples pierced, I will book you in soon, I have contacts." This was greeted by silence.

"I expect a response when I tell you something, alright?"

"Nipples? sir," said Sarah.

"Yes, if you want piercing then nipples are ideal. I can have rings put in and well you know what I could do with them. I could have your clitoris pierced, leading you around on a chain by your cunt could be fun."

"Yes nipples sir," agreed Jean.

"Tattoos. I have a friend who is a professional tattoo artist, a rose on your tit may be nice, 'no entrance' on your arse or cunt or 'this cunt belongs to Alec' keeping everyone out and proving it belongs to me. Of course the tattooist would see everything, but don't worry she is happily married and would leave your cunt alone."

"Yes sir rose on my tit, sir," said Sarah.

"I think I could have both sir," blushed Jean with a grin. "For Alec's use only above my cunt."

"And me," said Sarah.

"I love the Lake District and will certainly go with you up Skafell Pike although there are much better mountains to climb. You have to queue to stand at the top. My favourite is Blencathra. The view across the whole of the southern and central Lake District is spectacular."

"Winning a pub quiz should be possible, I go to one regularly with just three of us, you could make the difference. Roller coasters and beach camping are easy. We can do them next week."

"We have been talking, we have talked a lot over the last year or so. We have a lot of catching up to do. I'd like to have a double penetration while I'm sucking another cock. Now that I've tried anal I'd like both holes filled at the same time," said Jean.

"And you?" I asked Sarah.

"I want to try anal first but the thought of having all my holes filled is appealing." She kept her head down as she spoke

"I have several friends who might be interested."

"Even in old birds like us?" asked Jean.

"Don't sell yourselves short, you are both attractive ladies." I had my arms around them and was holding their tit, one large one small. "Tomorrow when I have finished work I will come round and fuck your arse Sarah. You will prepare it beforehand. You, Jean, will watch us, sitting opposite masturbating." I was squeezing nipples as I spoke.

"Now ladies I think you should persuade me to invite friends to share you, to fuck you, to bugger you, to shove their cocks in your mouth, to spray their spunk all over you. Start by leaning across and sucking my dick." I suggested.

"Oh yes, I think that is a great idea," said Sarah, leaning down and picking my flaccid cock up and wrapping her lips around it. Jean was quickly down on her knees and licking my balls. I lay back and just contemplated my good fortune.

My good deed had led onto me watching two heads bobbing around my cock. Not one of my fantasies, well it is one of my fantasies with two eighteen year old super models not two old women. But think about; it what are my chances of having two eighteen year olds sucking my cock let alone super models.

But maybe two old ladies are better at giving blowjobs, they are certainly enthusiastic. This is fucking marvelous and they are lovely ladies. (And I've not enjoyed myself so much for a long time.)

Having climaxed into Jean's mouth, drinking another cup of tea I kissed them both and went home.

As promised I went round to Sarah's bungalow when I finished work the following day. I did call home for a quick shower and change of clothes.

I was greeted before I could even knock, Jean opened the door and ushered me in. "Sarah's ready for you," she said, leading me into the lounge where Sarah was waiting wearing a dressing gown.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, be kind," she replied, removing the dressing gown. Stark naked she came up to me and kissed me. She lifted my tee shirt up over my head before going down to her knees and unfastening my trousers.

She took my cock in her mouth while taking my shoes off and she sucked it. I ran my fingers through her hair. When she had all my clothes off she moved to the sofa. Kneeling on it she used her hands to spread her arse cheeks in an open invitation.

Her arsehole glistened with lubricant. Jean handed me a tube to spread on my cock. Once I was well lubricated I pushed my cock against her arsehole. I looked around to see if Jean was watching and masturbating.

The first thing I noticed was the big grin, this was despite the fact she was naked with her legs spread and her fingers in her cunt. "Good girl," I said as I gently pushed forward and slowly entered Sarah's arse.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, keep going."

"Play with your cunt," I instructed as I eased my cock further forward. I was part way in and it was tight, although I think she was becoming more relaxed. I pushed forward and then pulled back until with each forward thrust I was going further in each time until my balls were against her cunt where I could feel her fingers moving.

I held my cock as far in as I could for a while, listening to the sound of wet cunts being whisked by wet fingers all in stereo! I started pumping into her again, her head came back and she let out a yell. Her arse tightened on my cock, I grabbed her hips and came into her.

The cunt whisking sound from behind me was accompanied by panting and then a high pitched whine as Jean joined us in cumming.

"We did promise you that we would feed you so take a seat at the table," said Jean on her way to the kitchen. As soon as I moved Sarah, with one hand covering her arsehole and the other her cunt, ran to the bathroom.

I sat back, Jean returned with a tray holding a whisky glass, a bottle of single malt whisky and two keys. She ceremoniously put it on the table in front of me, curtsied and wiggled her way back to the kitchen.

Sarah returned having washed her nether regions, with a warm flannel she got down on her knees and washed my cock and to prove it was clean had a quick suck on it.

She joined Jean in the kitchen and I poured myself a large Scotch. They returned with a full chicken dinner and we all tucked in.

"Keys?" I queried.

"To our bungalows, in case we get locked out," Sarah said in all seriousness.

"Or in case you fancy a shag at any time you can just come in and have us, we like surprises," said Jean.

"I quite like the sound of that, sometimes I have trouble sleeping and get up to make a cup of tea. Coming here for a shag sounds like a better option," I said, picking up the keys and realising I did not have a pocket to put them in. Sarah fetched my trousers, I put the keys in a pocket.

"I am not working this weekend so we could go on a roller coaster and have a barbecue on the beach and spend the night in a tent. Listening to the waves helps you to sleep and that would be two things off your list and possibly three," I offered.

"Yes, that would be great," said Jean.

"I'll see what I can sort out and let you know tomorrow, I have a darts match tonight so will have to leave soon."

Three people sitting around a dining table totally naked tucking into a fancy dinner as if it was normal. I was tempted to phone to say I could not make the darts but it was important we could go top of the league if we won.

I left them with a parting kiss and went to the pub for the match. I won both my matches and the team won. I celebrated a bit too much so I went straight home.

I got through the following day at work and instead of going straight home I let myself into Jean's bungalow. She was in the kitchen chopping carrots when I arrived.

"Don't move," I told her and walked up behind her and lifted her dress. "You said any time," I whispered, pulling her knickers down. I slapped her arse.

"Do not wear knickers in the house in future, you never know when I am going to come in and fuck you. Keep your cunt available."

"Yes sir, sorry sir," I checked her cunt for availability with my finger, definitely wet and ready.

"Bend further over," I told her and slotted into her cunt. I fucked her hard, I held her large tits. I climaxed quite quickly and pulled out, slapped her arse again. "Turn round, on your knees, suck it clean," I ordered. It was cruel really, she has trouble getting up.

"Why aren't you going to wear knickers in the house?"

"So you can come in and fuck me when you want."

"Sir?"

"So you can come in and fuck me when you want, sir."

"So your cunt is always available."

"So my cunt is always available, sir."

"Good girl, see you later." I went home.

On Saturday morning I packed the car with a tent, sleeping bags and other essential camping equipment. The ladies came round at seven and we set off for Great Yarmouth, a sea side town about two hours away.

We stopped off for a full English breakfast and arrived at the Pleasure Beach by ten. "First we'll go on one of the oldest roller coasters, the last in the country that has a brakeman," I told them.

Perhaps their bucket list was one of those roller coasters that loop the loop at a hundred miles an hour. Instead they got a piece of history. "You think that was interesting, the next one was on a film I saw about the ten best roller coasters.

In with unbelievable high and fast ones from around the world were the tubs in Joyland. The only remaining Virginia Reel ride in the whole world and we are going to ride it. And as a bonus you can go on the snails, four generations of my family have ridden the snails as children.

We all went on the tubs and I took photos of them on the snails. It was exhilarating watching these two old ladies behaving like kids, eating candy floss on the way back to the car.

I drove down the coast and stopped off at the Pier Hotel, famous from the film Yesterday, for a meal. The Norfolk Suffolk coast has many sandy bays that only take a shortish walk to be away from other people.

Carrying the equipment between us less than half a mile from the car we found a quiet place in the shelter of one of the groins. I pitched the tent, a large two man tent, and we lined the floor with the sleeping bags, opened flat.

We searched for some driftwood and eventually lit a fire. We managed to boil water and make a brew. Sitting round the fire chatting and eating some junk food bought on the sea front and drinking whisky we had brought with us to keep out the nonexistent cold.

We stripped off and dived into the tent, pulling a kingsize quilt over us. "Thank you sir," said Sarah, kissing me. They were all over me Jean's tits rubbing over my body and first one wet cunt rubbing on my leg then another.

They seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, giggling, kissing and of course rubbing. Hands came down to hold my cock, I just lay back and relished it.

"I have spoken to two of my mates who are quite willing to come and fuck you both next weekend. I have some plans to make sure you get spit roasted and dp'd amongst other things." I mentioned, which perked up their interest.

Jean replaced her mouth on my nipple by putting her mouth on mine and her pussy dragged across my leg and up to my cock. "We are two dirty sluts who won't let you down," she whispered while her cunt gobbled up my cock.

"Who's the dirtiest slut?" I asked.

"You will have to push us to find out," she laughed. "Make it a competition."

A competition to find the sluttiest? Hell there's a thought. "A good idea we'll start on Tuesday, I'm playing darts on Monday," I said, seconds later I shot my spunk into her.

Find out who wins the sluttiest competition and visit the orgy weekend - coming soon.