The Old Threesome

I am 28 and a dedicated fucker of very old women. Have been since I was 19. My ideal old women are: 1. aged 80 plus, 2. Plump to fat, 3. have some (but ideally a lot) of pubic and anal hair, 4. be open-minded sexually, 5. Not obligatory, but could be incontinent and dribble and squirt piss.

I don't mind if they are plain, even slightly ugly, but they must have an interest in sex. My golden rule is that I will never molest or force them into doing anything they don't feel comfortable about.

Every old lady I have seduced has enjoyed the experience. But finding geriatric oldies of 80 plus can be hard; with perseverance, they do turn up.

My most profitable ways to find them are volunteering at a day care centre or going to bingo in the afternoons.

I have just volunteered as a helper at the Abbeyville senior centre. Mrs Rix, the manager, had her doubts about my integrity and experience. However, she seemed assured after I told her about my Meals on Wheels stint with the council and my commitment to the council's Friend of the elderly scheme. (Of course I left out the fact that the friend of the elderly scheme helped get my cock into five enthusiastic lovely old biddies).

After my tour of Abbeyville, Mrs Rix asked if I would like to take over the Tuesday afternoon card class. Basically, I was to teach the oldies card games and then play with them for real.

Thankfully, there were eight ladies in my group. After a couple of weeks, Joan and Beryl, both in their mid-80s, showed a lot of interest in why, as a young man, I enjoyed their company. Now, this is a standard question that indicates a sexual interest in me. To get them wanting more, I explained that it would be more appropriate if we had a cup of tea together privately, as I did not want the others knowing my business.

So, the following week, after the card group finished, the three of us went into a quiet corner with our tea. Joan seemed the most curious.

"Simon, we have enjoyed your company these past weeks, but we agreed that you can't have anything in common with us."

"That's where you are wrong, Joan. In fact, I get a great deal of satisfaction conversing with pretty elderly ladies like you."

"I don't think you could call us pretty," added Beryl.

"Maybe not, but I bet you are both stimulating. In fact, I would go as far as to say that I get quite aroused by stimulating chat. Please don't be offended, but honestly I have always been sexually attracted to elderly ladies like yourselves."

"Wow," she replied. You are very honest, Simon."

"And," added Joan, "Extremely interesting. So are you saying that we oldies get you hard?"

"Right now my hard cock would love to fuck you both."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I am getting wet just thinking about it. Let's have a threesome next week at my home."

"My old fanny looks forward to it," agreed Joan.

All I had done was open up a desire for sex. I never had a threesome before, so I would learn more.

"Simon! Come in." Beryl stepped to one side to let me past. She was dressed in a see-through blouse, clearly showing her 38D tits held up by a balcony bra. And as it always turns me on, she wore a tight skirt that emphasised her lovely floppy belly. She looked nice.

"Come into the front room, Joan's here already." She steered me into the cosy room. Joan sat in one of the armchairs and got up as I came in.

"Oh, Simon! I'm so glad you've come." She came over, and she hugged me tightly, ensuring I felt her tits against my chest.

"I think we probably all need a drink," said Beryl. Gin and tonics all round?" She then went for the drinks. Joan and I sat on a three-seater settee and smiled uncertainly at each other.

"I hope they're doubles," she said. "I'm as nervous as anything." I felt my cock stir in my trousers and suddenly I knew that it was going to be alright.

Beryl came back in with the drinks. We clinked our glasses. "To all of us," said Joan, taking a sip. "Bloody hell, Beryl. Is there any tonic in this?"

"Not much," grinned Beryl. "But I think we all need a stiff one." There was an awkward silence as three of us took a couple of big swallows of our drink. Joan coughed. "We need to break the ice. Simon, come over here, and I'll show you what it's like to kiss an old lady."

I shifted along the settee and drew her gently to me. She leaned over and tilted her face to me, eyes closed, and as I kissed her, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue dart against mine, her spit mingling with mine.

She was amazing, and my cock was so very hard. We kissed for about a minute, then Joan let me go and said, "Don't forget Beryl." Beryl came over and took Joan's place. Kissing Beryl was similar to Joan. Her tits were large and felt lovely as she pressed them against me, and in seconds her lips were on my mouth, her tongue seeking mine but with more urgency. Her desire was flattering and stimulating, and I responded to her urgency with passion.

The kissing and the industrial-strength G&T relaxed us, and we talked and laughed while we finished our drinks, and then Beryl stood up and said: "Shall we go upstairs?" She led the way, me behind her, staring at her backside as she mounted the stairs. Joan was behind me, staring at my backside for all I knew.

Beryl was narrow-hipped and thin-legged, but as I watched her modest arse swaying from side to side as she ascended, the desire I had felt when kissing the two ladies came back to me in a rush. I was going upstairs to fuck, them. I was in a cloud of arousal and was very sexed up.

As she drew the curtains, she remarked, "This light's a bit kinder to Joan and me; we're not trying to cover anything up, but we just feel more comfortable with the curtains closed."

"Now I want you to get naked and onto the bed and lie on your back. Joan and I are going to take very good care of you."

I stood up, feeling faintly ridiculous with my cock waving in the air. Joan rolled to one side, and I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back next to Joan, who smiled at me and stroked my cheek. Then she rolled towards me and kissed me, and I felt her full lips on mine, and I tasted her saliva, and I put my arms around her and pulled her to me and kissed her passionately, feeling only tenderness for these two old ladies.

Further down, I felt one of Beryl's small, bird-like hands fold around my shaft and start to stroke it, using her thumb to smear my pre-cum fluid around my glans so that my foreskin rode smoothly back and forth on a film of my own lubrication.

The sensation was exquisite; her grip was light but firm, and although I couldn't see, I could imagine her thin fingers slowly masturbating me. Then it got better. Her hand moved lower down my shaft, and I felt something warm and soft enveloping my cock head; I felt the tip of a tongue probing at my opening and lips sliding over my knob head. I broke off the kiss as my body went rigid with excitement, and now I could see Beryl's head over my crotch, her grey hair obscuring the vision of her taking me in her mouth and sucking me slowly and gently.

Christ, I"d never felt so turned on! I felt ten-feet tall as I contemplated the scene on Beryl"s bed: one sexy old lady sucking me off and the other kissing me. But Joan wasn't kissing me now. She raised herself on one elbow and cupped one of her tits, offering me the nipple.

"Would you like to suck me?" she asked. I took the big rubbery nub in my mouth and licked it and sucked on it, and Joan breathed in my ear: "Yes, that's good." Then, sensing she wanted more, I bit down on it gently, and I felt Joan's nails dig into the flesh of my chest as she breathed "Yes!" into my ear. "Yes, Simon, darling, harder. Bite me harder!" So I bit as hard as I dared, and she writhed in my arms, and I reached around and cupped her bum cheeks in my hands and squeezed them.

Further down, Beryl was stroking my shaft and cupping my balls and sucking the head of my cock with a liquid squelching noise.

"Kiss me again," gasped Joan, and our mouths came together again, and I ran my hands down her back, feeling the swell of her arse. I didn't stop kissing Joan as Beryl took my cock out of her mouth but felt her cunt hole as she rose up and straddled me.

Guiding my cock to her slit, I felt her rub the tip up and down her labia until I thought I would burst with desire. Then it was in and Beryl was sliding down my shaft, taking my full six or seven inches and she felt wonderful. Not slack as I imagined an old lady would feel, but tight, like a twenty-year-old, her muscles gripping me as she started to thrust her hips backwards and forwards, rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone, her hands on my chest. I started thrusting my hips up to meet her motions, and she slowed down, her face slack with desire, her eyes open but unseeing.

Joan broke our kiss, her face red, her lips swollen with passion. "Would you lick me, please, Simon?" Without waiting for a reply, she knelt up and straddled my face, her thick, grey-black bush inches from my mouth. Up close, I could see the wrinkles on her stomach and upper thighs. To me, she was still gorgeous; her thick bush scent was enchanting: a fresh, citrus tang of shower gel with an underlying darker, meaty, musky smell, much stronger than Beryl's. I lifted my head and put my hands on her bum and forced her cunt into my face, licking and probing as she rode my face, mashing her cunt lips against my mouth and making little mewling sounds.

I was wondering how long I could last inside Beryl when, perhaps at some pre-arranged signal, they swapped over. I felt Beryl dismount, then Joan, and then they switched positions.

Joan swung a leg over my torso and took my cock in a firm grip and smiled as my cock sank into the depths of her cunt. She was soaking wet from my saliva and her own lubrication, and when my cock was all the way in, Joan started a leisurely backwards and forwards motion. It was lovely, but I knew I probably wouldn't cum as Joan's fanny was sloppier.

Meanwhile, Beryl placed her cunt above my face, and as with Joan, her old age was more noticeable in the faint wrinkles and stretch marks on her upper thighs and stomach. I raised my head and licked her slowly from her perineum to her clitoris, and she sighed and pressed herself to my face, and I lapped up her juices and slid my tongue into her vagina and sucked her little clit in its protective hood, my hands pulling her bum cheeks apart, one finger tracing her arse crack. Her scent was light, but I adored her clean odour and the salty taste.

The ladies pleasured themselves on my cock and mouth for a long time, changing over at intervals. Eventually, with Beryl on my face again and Joan on my cock, Joan spoke; apart from grunts and groans, it was the first thing anyone had said for a long time: "I think it's about time Simon had some release. What do you think, Beryl?"

"Give me two minutes," she said, tightly, as my tongue flicked over her swollen clit. She thrust her hips forward so that my tongue slid over her perineum and ended up wedged in her arse crack, and I was all but smothered by her bum cheeks. Here I was with an old shit hole pressed to my mouth, pushing me into a state of intense sexual arousal.

So I mashed my tongue against her rosebud. I pushed my tongue into it as deep as I could get it, and Beryl gasped, and I was aware that she was masturbating herself with sharp, fast motions of her hand; I could feel the vibrations and hear the liquid noises as she rubbed her clit urgently.

A minute later I felt her shudder to a climax and she practically fell off me and sprawled on her back. Joan dismounted slowly and lay down beside me.

"I'm exhausted," said Beryl. "She's all yours now, Simon. Fill her up with your hot spunk!"

I looked at Joan, and she smiled her gentle smile and opened her arms, and I rolled over on top of her, and she opened her legs wide for me, and I grasped my aching cock and guided it to her slit, and I pushed it in to the hilt. She then hooked her legs over my back, and I started fucking her with long, slow strokes, leaning down to kiss her lips, her glossy lipstick smeared all around her mouth, giving her a sexy slut look.

"Take me as hard as you want," she said, and I started thrusting in and out, ramming my cock in and out of her cunt hole, feeling the sensations start to build up in my testicles and creep up my spine.

By my side, Beryl had got up on her knees and was watching us fuck, and urging me to go faster. "Go on, Simon, fuck her really hard." As my orgasm approached, I felt her finger push right up my shit hole.

"I'm coming," I gasped, and I felt a thrilling shock as Beryl was wriggling her finger in my shit hole, making fireworks pop in my head as I started pumping jets of spunk into her sopping cunt and waves of pleasure were crashing around me.

I fell off Joan and lay immobile on the bed. On one side of me, Joan snuggled up, and I put my arm around her. On the other side Beryl did the same and the three of us lay there in post-coital bliss, saying nothing, not moving, just replaying, in my case at least, the events of the last hour, our bodies warm against each other.

After a while, Beryl stirred and sat up. "I didn't ask, Simon, but would you like to stay and have dinner with us?" It seemed a curiously run-of- the-mill question after the intensity of our fuck session.

"That would be lovely, thank you," I replied.

"I'd better go and get it started." She climbed off the bed and pulled a black silk dressing gown on before disappearing through the bedroom doorway. I could hear her in the bathroom and then the sound of her going downstairs. Joan and I lay still for another couple of minutes, then she reached up and stroked my cheek.

"Thank you, Simon, you've made two old ladies very happy this afternoon."

"Thank you," I replied. "It's been bloody fantastic; I can't really describe it."

"Well, a bit of flattery goes a long way with us old dears."

"It's not flattery," I said firmly, "I have fucked a lot of old ladies and, to be very honest, it's the best sex I've ever had."

"Really?"

"Really."

Joan reached out to stroke my face again, and I took her hand and kissed it and sucked one of her fingertips into my mouth.

"Oh God," she said, "if only I were forty years younger. I'd have done anything for a bloke like you." I blushed in the gloom. "Not that you'd have been interested in me."

"Why wouldn't I have been?" I asked.

"Because you're a middle-class, university-educated young man with a career ahead of you and I was a working-class lass from a back-to-back terrace in the middle of Sheffield with a local accent and terrible grammar who left school at sixteen and worked in the canteen at the local council."

"Nothing wrong with your grammar," I protested.

"That's because I've been friends with Beryl for thirty-five years. Listening to her has taught me how to speak proper." We laughed and I hugged her close. "Beryl would have been more your type: private school education, plummy accent," she added.

"And she's a dirty bitch," I said, teasingly.

"You don't know the half of it." Joan raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. "It's not a complete coincidence that Beryl's gone to do dinner. It was part of our little plan."

I was intrigued. "Go on."

There was a pause as Joan looked away, then back at me. "Beryl's got a bit of a thing about anal sex."

I felt my stomach flip over. I hadn't been expecting that.

"And she wants to do it with you"

"She said she'd be too embarrassed to bring it up directly, so she asked me if I'd ask you."

"So that"s why she"s faffing about in the kitchen and we're up here."

"Will you do it? Have you done it before?"

"I have. I befriended a lovely elderly lady a year ago, and she actually preferred me fucking her arse hole. And then she sadly died. I was so sad I asked my day if he could lend me 10 grand for a gap year."

He said because his company"s going through a bit of a rocky patch he can"t give me the ten grand he"d promised so I end up working at the garden centre for six months so I can salvage something from my gap year."

"Have you ever had anal sex?" I asked, curious.

"No, not me. I've never fancied it. Though Beryl does like to stick her finger up my arse when she's licking me out, and I must admit it does make my orgasms very strong. But no, I've never had anything bigger up there."

"Just to be clear," I asked, "Is she expecting us to you know... do it today, this evening?"

"If that's OK with you."

"And would you be there too?"

"Yes. Look, Simon, I know this all sounds a bit weird, but Beryl's got this thing that she wants to have cunnilingus performed on her while she's having anal sex. It's one of the reasons, the main reason really, that we talked about having a threesome."

"When exactly was this?" I asked.

"When was what?"

"When did you start talking about a threesome?"

"Oh, quite a long time ago. Two years maybe."

"Am I the first?"

"Of course."

"So why has it taken so long?"

"Because it's taken that long to find somebody we both fancied enough to risk making them a proposition. Satisfied?"

"Satisfied." We lay quietly for a minute or two. Downstairs, we heard the faint clack of dishes and the beep of a microwave oven. "Do you think I should go down and say something to Beryl?" I asked. "Sort of put her mind to rest."

"I think that would be very kind, Simon. Put that bathrobe on. It's mine, so it won't be that small on you."

I went down the stairs barefoot, Joan's towelling bathrobe wrapped around my nakedness. The kitchen was warm and steamy, and the radio was playing softly, something classical. Joan was standing at the sink, peeling potatoes; I went up behind her and put my arms around her and kissed her neck, and she leaned back into me. "Hello, Simon."

"Hi. Joan's had a chat with me, and I'm fine with anything you want to do." As if to underline this, I cupped her tits through the silk of her dressing gown, feeling the nipples stiffen in my palms.

"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed. You must think I'm awful."

"Not at all," I said, nibbling her ear. "It's a big turn-on for me, and I think it is for Joan too."

"Do you think so?"

"Absolutely. "When's dinner?"

"I've only just put the casserole in. It'll be another two hours."

I squeezed her nipples between my finger and thumb and felt her legs wobble. "That's perfect. Shall we go back upstairs?" She dropped the potato into the sink and let me take her hand and lead her toward the stairs.

"I'm so nervous," she said quietly.

"Don"t be." I held her hand as we went into the bedroom. Joan had turned on one of the bedside lamps, and its muted glow lit the room, casting shadows on the walls; she lay on the bed, still in her stockings. Taking the bathrobe off, I closed the door behind us and gently turned Beryl to me, taking her thin frame in my arms and kissing her deeply, teasing my tongue into her mouth and running it over her teeth, sucking on her lips as I grasped her small buttocks and pressed her crotch into my growing erection.

I loosened her silk robe and pulled it over her shoulders, and it fell to the floor, and she stood before me, like Joan, in her stockings and suspender belt; she was also, like Joan, still wearing her high-heeled shoes. I kissed her again, and she clung to me, working her lips against mine until I broke off and guided her to the bed.

I was well aware of Beryl's nervousness and embarrassment, so I took charge.

"Have you got some lub?" I asked. Joan reached over to the bedside table and handed me a little jar of Vaseline. As I took it, my stomach did a flip, and I felt the blood rush to my loins.

A second later I had a wicked thought and felt my legs tremble. "Joan," I said, quietly, offering her the jar of Vaseline back, "Would you like to lubricate Beryl?" Taking the jar, she looked at me with an expression I couldn't fathom. "Beryl," I said gently, "get on the bed on your hands and knees." Beryl obeyed, although she was visibly shaking, with fear or excitement I couldn't tell. Her tight little bum was thrust out behind, her shit hole a brown mark against the pale skin in the gloom. Now Joan raised herself and knelt behind her friend, flipping the lid off the Vaseline and reaching in with a red-tipped middle finger to extract a big gob of the translucent jelly. She put one hand on her friend's back and touched her jelly-coated finger to Beryl's rosebud. Beryl flinched slightly at the contact, and Joan stroked her back.

"It's OK, darling. I'll be very gentle." She smeared the Vaseline around Beryl's shitter then slowly and gently slid the tip of her finger in. I watched fascinated as the red nail disappeared inside. Then it was out again, and Joan was delving into the jar for more lube. This time she slid her finger in deeper, to the second joint. Beryl gasped and pushed her hips backwards, indicating that she wanted it deeper. Joan pushed her long finger right in and gently rotated it to lubricate all of her bum hole.

Slowly she withdrew the finger, shining with the greasy jelly, and dipped into the jar again, this time with her index finger too. She worked the tips of her two fingers against her sphincter, and Beryl moaned and said, "Yes, both fingers," and Joan pushed harder, and her fingers slid in, and she kept pushing until they were fully inserted.

"I think she's ready," she said, handing me the Vaseline.

I placed a couple of pillows, one on top of the other, in the middle of the bed and asked Joan to lie down with her head on them, then I guided Beryl to kneel down over Joan's face. I took a fingerful of jelly from the jar, which was now almost empty, and smeared it over my glans and the shaft of my cock.

As I watched, Joan's hands came around Beryl's hips and grasped her buttocks with her long fingers, stretching the cheeks apart for me. At the same time, she pulled Beryl's hips down to her face and started licking her old cunt.

I straddled Joan's waist and positioned myself behind Beryl, her bum cheeks open and her little pucker invitingly visible. "Just tell me to stop if it hurts." Beryl didn't say anything, although she was moaning softly as Joan tongued her labia and licked her inner lips and the entrance to her cunt.

I put the tip of my cock against her bum hole and then stopped, suddenly unsure of myself. I'm not hugely endowed, maybe six inches, plus. But my cock head and the shaft are quite thick, and now, as I was poised to penetrate, it looked huge against Beryl's skinny buttocks and narrow hips.

"I'm ready," she whispered, as though divining my uncertainty, and I started pushing. At first nothing happened, except that the shaft of my cock flexed and I struggled to grip its oily surface. I pushed a bit harder and felt her brace herself on her arms and push back at me. That action told me that she was gagging for it, and her confidence overcame my reluctance. I pushed back, and her shit hole opened suddenly, and the thickest part of my cock went in. Beryl gave a muffled squeal and I stopped pushing and waited for her to adjust. A few seconds later I felt her push against me again and I pushed back, and my cock slid into the depths of her rectum. It felt wonderful. "Is that OK?" I asked.

"Oh, it's so good," gasped Beryl, as I started very slowly and gently at first, to fuck her tight arsehole. Joan's red nails were digging into Beryl's buttocks as I slid out and back in, increasing the length of my stroke, increasing the speed until it was the same as if I'd been in her cunt hole. Underneath Beryl, Joan slurped at her cunt, saliva and Beryl"s secretions drenching her face and neck. Beryl was thrusting back at me now, getting me deep inside at each thrust; Joan's fingers dug in harder as she pushed her face into Beryl's labia to keep up with her, and Beryl squealed again.

"Oh God, Yes! That's so good! Thank you, Thank you!"

I couldn't last much longer, but after a few more minutes of my pounding in and out of Beryl's arse, Joan switched her attention to her friend's clit. Beryl screamed and gripped the duvet with whitened knuckles as a massive orgasm swept through her thin frame, causing her sphincter to tighten around my cock. Then my climax hit me, and I pumped my streams and streams of hot spunk into her bowels.

We slowed and stopped as our orgasms subsided. I withdrew slowly and gently from her. Beryl climbed stiffly off Joan's face and collapsed next to her friend in an exhausted heap. Joan put her arm around her friend and drew her to her bosom, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. I left the ladies to it for a couple of minutes while I went to the bathroom and washed my now soft cock.

When I got back, they had not moved and I climbed onto the bed and tried to hug both of them, and we got a bit tangled up with arms and legs, but eventually we ended up with me in the middle with one arm around Joan and the other around Beryl, and there we stayed, our bodies cooling.

Eventually Beryl roused herself. "I need to sort the casserole out," she said, getting up and putting her dressing gown on. You two stay there. "I'll call up when dinner's ready." She disappeared through the doorway, and Joan kicked off her high heels.

"I'm getting cold," she said, "let's get under the duvet." We snuggled together and kissed for a bit, tenderly rather than passionately.

"Well, Beryl seemed to like that," I ventured, fishing for compliments, or reassurance.

Joan smiled. "Yes, I think it's safe to say she enjoyed it. While you were in the bathroom she told me it was the most exciting experience of her life."

"Did she?"

"Yes. She might have been exaggerating, but I think it was everything she hoped it would be. How about you?"

"Oh yes, it was fabulous."

"Even with an old-age pensioner?"

Especially with an old-age pensioner. "

"You didn't mind using the Vaseline on her?"

Joan smiled. "I can be a dirty bitch too." She paused. "Shame I can't be forty years younger."

"You're wrong," I said.