Sinner

I'm a creature of habit. I do the laundry on the same days each week. Shopping is the same, the same day, the same shops. Chatting to the shop keepers is part of my social life. The rest revolves around the church. Every Sunday morning I catch the bus at the end of my road, I sit in the same church pew as my friend Letitia, afterwards we go for a cup of tea.

This particular Sunday, there was a fly in the ointment, or should that be two. Sat with Letitia were two young men. She introduced me to her sons, Paul and Stephen. After the service, instead of tea and a bus ride, I was offered a lift home in Stephen's car. On the way, Letitia was dropped home. I was a little surprised that Paul didn't get out as well. Arriving outside my house, it didn't appear that they wanted to leave immediately, so I invited them in.

"Would you like tea, or something else?"

"Something else." Paul said.

"I've got some brandy."

"That's not the something else we want." Stephen said with a lascivious grin.

"What would you want with a skinny old thing like me?"

"To show you the time of your life."

I've never married. As it didn't appear that I was going to wear the white dress and walk down the aisle, I at least wanted to know what the honeymoon was about. So, I'm not a total stranger to sins of the flesh. In my younger days I was courted by men who wanted a good time for themselves. More recently, to make ends meet, I take in lodgers. Some of them have taken pity on me. I've definitely not taken 'thou shalt not commit adultery' too seriously. Some of my lodgers wanted a bit of 'comfort' being away from their wives. However, two at once hadn't ever cropped up and probably wouldn't again. My current lodger, Alice is away, touring with an orchestra, so at least the house was empty. They were offering and I wasn't about to miss out. At my age, I take what I can get, when I can get it. You never know when it will be your last chance. In this case, it would actually be a first.

We hadn't even sat down. I hung up my coat in the hall and they followed me upstairs. I suppose I'm used to this type of activity. There hasn't been any romance in the sex I've had, in many years. It has just been something to comfort my lodgers and provide myself with some enjoyment and satisfaction. So, it didn't really mean much when I began stripping for action. All three of us in our Sunday best, for a couple of minutes anyway.

If it wasn't for their differing hairstyles, naked, it would be difficult to tell them apart, even their cocks looked identical. It's my room and with the men who usually end up here, I take charge. Not now. Not with them. I wouldn't have had a chance of forcing the issue. I weigh about half of either of them. Even before we made it to the bed, I was sandwiched between them. It didn't matter who was where. One hard hot cock was against my belly, the other just above my bum cheeks. The pair of them rubbing themselves against me, was getting me hot, not just from the transfer of heat. It's been nearly two years, since I got anything at all.

I don't know if the pair of them had done this before but there was no communication, they just seemed to be in sync. They pulled away and I was guided to the bed. I had to do nothing. Not strictly true. I had to open my legs as a head was thrust between them and open my mouth as a slippery wet knob hit my lips. I've given plenty of blowjobs in my life. For some of the married men, it's as far as they'd go. I've also had a lot of men go down on me. However, doing both at the the same time was new, exciting, difficult to describe and even more difficult to concentrate on. It didn't stop me cumming a couple of times. Nor did it stop Paul cumming in my mouth. Testament to my skills. At least that is how I viewed it.

While he moved away to recover, his brother, lifted his head, slid up my body, ramming his dick into me hard and fast. I think he'd realised from my previous reactions that I'd accept it. That didn't stop me gasping at his entry. If I thought that would be the most extreme sensation, I was wrong. He absolutely hammered into me, for all he was worth. Credit where credit is due, he kept it up for longer than almost anyone I've ever had in my bed. I came again, before he did. My ordeal wasn't at an end. Paul now recovered and hard again, took his brother's place. If he was trying to outdo Stephen, he didn't manage it but he was almost his equal. Meanwhile Stephen pushed his limp spermy cock into my mouth. As his brother fucked me he hardened, forcing my jaws apart.

Over nearly an hour, they both came in my mouth and pussy and I'd cum about half a dozen times. Caught up in the moment it was amazing. Until I thought about Letitia. Oh well, no point worrying about that now. The two of them dressed and left me bow legged, naked on the bed. Hot, sweaty and full of cum but incredibly satisfied.

Letitia always gets to church before me. Her bus arrives five minutes before mine, so I see her in our usual pew. The Sunday after Paul and Stephen's visit, she was waiting for me outside. Worrying.

"My two were back late last week."

"I made them lunch." I said, thinking quickly.

"Pull the other one, it's got bells on it. I know you. Most of all I know them, dirty little fuckers. Get it from their father. Hope you're not tired, they're inside waiting for you."

She just walked inside. I stood for a minute, shaken by what she'd said. Over our post church cuppa, we talked a lot. We occasionally meet up in town during the week too. She was aware of some of the men I've been with. Sometimes, I just needed to tell someone and she's a good listener. She's never shared similar details with me. Not that she'd had men to talk about. She's been married to the same man for nearly thirty years. She hadn't shared anything about their relationship. Other than it seemed to be a good one. It appeared that it wasn't just good but incredibly sexual. What is more, she seems to be well aware of her sons particular liking for a good time and didn't seem to care who they found it with. Even if that was me.

Up to a point, this Sunday followed the same pattern as last week. The service, a lift in the car, dropping off Letitia. Although, she had a parting comment, not aimed at me.

"Don't come back until she's had enough."

That sounded either promising or concerning depending on your point of view.

There wasn't any need for conversation, even the brief one we'd had last week. We went straight up to the bedroom and stripped for action. I guess Letitia was right, she knew her boys well, they were already as hard as rocks, dicks sticking out and ready for action. I wanted them badly. I was a little shocked, when they pushed their cocks together, knobs touching. Paul's downward glance and nod of the head a clear indication of what I was supposed to do. I knelt and took the two of them into my mouth at the same time. It was difficult to give a proper blowjob, I wasn't going to be able to make either of them cum but it was interesting to try it. Possibly made more interesting by them not being bothered by the close contact. They pulled out as if they were one person.

I was almost carried to the bed by Stephen, who appears to have more of a liking for eating pussy than his brother. His mouth met my lower lips within seconds. My boobs hadn't come in for any attention last time. I can see why. Small, saggy and wrinkly, they aren't up to much. Even I tend to avoid them, despite the feelings I get from my nipples. It didn't stop Paul, giving them an exploration with his hands before beginning to suck on my nipples. One of them alone would be enough for me to be satisfied, two together was amazing. I just kept cumming, three, four, more.

At some point, I almost forget when, Stephen decided it was time that I got a good fucking. However, what the two of them had cooked up took me by surprise. Once his cock was lodged inside me, he rolled me over. I was on top of him, held by his arms around my back. I felt a weight on the bed behind me. It didn't take more than a couple of seconds to work out what was coming next. I wasn't shocked. A couple of my men thought that having sex with me wasn't adultery, if they did it in my arse. One of them made my eyes water. He'd have done alright in a comparison with a cucumber. By way of compensation he had magic fingers. Even though he was big, that was one cock, one hole. I've never tried two at once, even on my own. No time like the present.

I felt the pressure of Paul's knob. Let's just say that I'm not too tight. However, both of them at the same time was a bit of a stretch. Not an unpleasant one. The feeling of their two dicks almost touching inside me, wasn't something that I had expected. Not that I could have envisaged what it would feel like at all. With my movement restricted to almost nothing and not much clitoral stimulation, I wasn't expecting to cum. So, I was caught off guard when I did. I don't know if it as the situation, their dicks rubbing that thin membrane or the fact that they both exploded inside me, it was so intense, that I feared I'd squash their cocks.

None of us moved for several minutes. I'm not sure any of us was able to. I felt some breath on my ear, as Paul said,

"Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you."

Extracting ourselves from this tangle of bodies and limbs wasn't easy. They dressed and as they were leaving, Stephen said,

"Mum will see you at Matilda's on Wednesday at 12."

With that they were gone. Their stay with Letitia over, back to their own lives.

Matilda's is a cafe in town run by an Australian woman. Her name isn't Matilda, it's Raylene but the name seemed appropriate. It's our regular lunch spot if we're in town. The teas and coffees are good and the food is tasty and not that expensive. On the basis of our conversation outside the church, I was more prepared this time.

It isn't easy having the sort of conversation we were, without being put off your latte and ham sandwich. We've been good friends for years, even though she's a few years younger than me. We just hit it off. Now, we were having to deal with something almost anyone would struggle with. Actually, despite her previously having kept things like this to herself, she was really open about it. I was actually jealous, in some ways. Her husband is Richard but everyone calls him Dickie. From what she told me, it was quite apt. Six or seven times a week, sometimes twice nightly. Initially, to me that sounded great. Not so much, after so many years of it, according to Letitia.

I learned a lot more about Paul and Stephen. As long as Dickie wasn't around, they would walk around the house, frequently naked and often with erections. They'd bath and shower with the bathroom door open. Even now, in their late twenties would try to catch her unawares.

"I try talking to them about it but it makes no difference. They've inherited more than size from their father. I knew you wouldn't turn it down."

"Thanks. I think. Preserving your own virtue by sacrificing mine."

"Virtue. HA!"

Neither of us could help laughing at that. I haven't given her all of the details but she knows I've been fucked by plenty of different men. Now, including her two sons. A quick tot up, over the time I'd known her, she'd had ten times as much sex as me. OK, so it was all with the same man. I've no idea if I'd have swapped places, given the opportunity. Possibly. Guaranteed pleasure, against random encounters, I'd rather be in her shoes, actually, her bed. Two Sunday afternoons was the only sex I've had in a while, other than the frequent fingering of my pussy.

With Alice as my current lodger, that didn't seem likely to change. She'd said that she would be with me for about a year and there was still six months of that left. Talking of Alice, she was due back from her tour at the end of the week. She plays the flute, so it isn't too noisy when she's practising. She's actually no trouble at all. Quiet and studious, she's actually good company.

When she did turn up, she looked rather more nervous than her usual self, as stood behind her was another young woman.

"This is my friend Dawn. Is it alright if she stays here for a bit, her lease has run out and she's got nowhere else to go."

"Girlfriend?"

"Is it alright?"

"I don't know I've never tried it. Men are more my style. It's your bed, do what ever you like in it."

Dawn snorted. Out of sight of the door, she had several bags and a large case. It turned out to be a tuba, which she agreed not to play in the house. They'd been dropped off by a friend with a van. No way they would have carried all of this on their own. I helped them inside and up to Alice's room. There wasn't much space but by the time they unpacked and put things away it would be easier. A while later they came down, wanting to thank me for letting Dawn stay.

Perhaps they wouldn't be so happy, with how things would go on. I've reached an age where I don't really care what people think of me. I also don't hold back on what I say. Like it, don't like it, that's down to you. All I'm doing is speaking my mind. As far as I knew, in the six months Alice had been lodging with me, she'd never brought anyone back and she hadn't stayed out, except when she'd been away for concerts. I made some drinks and began my interrogation.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Only since the start of the tour. We had to share rooms, to save money. It just sort of happened." Alice said.

"You don't just happen to lick someone else's pussy."

They both looked shocked. I was pleased about that. I must be as old as their grandmothers. Dawn took up the reins.

"Not my first time. I think I've been lesbian from birth. I just sensed something, a little spark. It just felt right. Romantic, not just sexual... but her pussy tastes great anyway."

"DAWN!" Alice, shouted.

It was the loudest I've heard her be, since she moved in. Quiet as a church mouse, usually.

"It's true. She sounds really cute when she cums too."

Alice buried her face in her hands. I moved over beside her and put my arm around her shoulder.

"It's alright. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is great, you should enjoy it. I do."

She raised her head and had a 'you're joking' expression on her face.

"I don't get it as often as I'd like but I had a threesome, with two young men, twice, while you were away."

"No shit." Dawn said.

"True."

"You're just saying that." Alice said.

"I know I go to church every week but I'm no saint. Church attendance and fucking aren't mutually exclusive. I've had sex with about seventy percent of my lodgers."

"Not me." She said, as if to reassure Dawn.

"No not you."

"I like you. No bullshit, say it how it is." Dawn said.

"Not shocked?"

"A bit surprised, even my mum doesn't talk like that, let alone my granny."

"Not all older people are up tight. I bet a lot of them act like me but won't say so."

I still had my arm around Alice's shoulder. She seemed to be easing up but didn't seem to be as comfortable with this as Dawn. As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that this was her first relationship with a woman. Still finding her feet, even though they had been sharing a bed for the three weeks on tour.

"Give it time. I'm not the right person to give you advice on relationships or love. I might have had a ton of sex but I've never been in love. I'm sure, deep down, you'll know."

She moved her hand around my waist and gave it a squeeze.

This might have been all new for Alice, it was the same for me. Growing up, I had three older brothers. The house was totally male dominated, although they all looked out for me, being they youngest by quite a way. Having Alice here had been a first. All of my previous lodgers had been businessmen. There had been a gap of nearly nine months after the last one moved out. I got to the point where the need for money outweighed my need for sex. Now, for the first time in my life, I had two young women living with me. I actually felt quite protective towards them.

In looks and personality, the two of them are complete opposites. Alice is slim blonde and introvert. Dawn is large, brunette and extrovert. Maybe opposites really do attract. From day one, it was clear that Dawn was a lot more like me than Alice is. She didn't bother covering up on her way to the bathroom. She may have thought Alice sounded cute when she has an orgasm, Dawn sounded more like a pack of hyenas. She didn't apologise for keeping me awake, instead she'd ask me if I enjoyed the show.

The pair of them have been with me for over a month now. They're no trouble at all. Even Alice has relaxed a lot. Upstairs, the three of us think nothing of going to the bathroom naked. I'm rather envious of Alice's body. I'd love to look like her. I'd have liked to look that good at her age, I didn't. Dawn is a whole different kettle of fish. Where Alice is curvy and I'm skinny, Dawn could best be described as chunky. She and I don't care about how we look. Alice has no cause to be worried.

It was Dawn who broached the subject of my sex life.

"We're cramping your style, aren't we?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"You've not done it since I arrived, except for rubbing you clit listening to us."

"I..."

"I've heard you. Not as loud as me but not far off. I don't care. Good for you. However, you need Walter."

"Walter?"

"Our lead violin. He's tried it on with most of us, even me. He's as old as my dad. One of the cellists gave in to his advances. Ever had a big cock?"

I smiled.

"What she said frightened off everyone except the woman who used to play the bassoon but she was bigger than me. It's not that he's horrible or anything like that. Actually, he's really nice. Dresses smart. He just comes across as a bit desperate. A lot of the women are married, some are like me, I don't think he gets a lot, if you know what I mean."

"You aren't exactly selling him to me."

"Just don't what you to be under the wrong impression. He's got the same attitude as you."

"Fuck anyone with a pulse?"

"Not exactly but close enough. We treat it as a bit of a joke but actually, I feel a bit sorry for him. All dressed up with nowhere to go. He's got the equipment and nowhere to use it and I don't mean his fiddle and bow. Not that his equipment is of any interest to me."

I agreed to a compromise, rather than leaping into the unknown. Dawn invited me to come and watch a full rehearsal at the town hall. Actually, it a good afternoon out. They're excellent, very professional. I don't know why they wouldn't be. You don't get to play tours unless you've got plenty of skill. As it wasn't a performance, everyone was dressed casually, except for the conductor and Walter. As smart, as Dawn had said, a bow tie and waistcoat. Maybe ten years younger than me.

At the end of their rehearsal, while everyone was packing up, Dawn and Alice dragged me over to meet Walter. I put out a hand to shake. He took it gently, raised it up and kissed the back of it, almost bowing as he did.

"A pleasure to meet such a fair maiden."

"Knock it off Walter. No need for all of the flowery stuff. This is Mary, our landlady. I've already told her all about you." Dawn said.

"Oh."

"It can't have been that bad. It didn't put me off." I said.

The two of them went to pack up with the others and I was left with Walter. The flowery language was his normal style. I don't think he could help himself. He can call me fair maiden as much as he likes. While Alice and Dawn went home, Walter took me to a bar for a drink.

"So, all my secrets laid bare before you." He said.

"It's a good job they aren't, here and now. I'm glad they didn't do the same for me.

"I'm sure butter wouldn't melt."

"It would depend on where you put it. Let's not go around the houses. We're both old enough to know why they introduced us."

"You're an aficionado of orchestral music."

"If this afternoon is anything to go by, I could be. Although, I prefer blowing the pink whistle."

"You might require a large embouchure, to do that."

"So I've heard.

"Is nothing sacred to those girls."

"Clearly not. Although, it was entirely down to Dawn."

"Interesting young 'lady', using the term advisedly."

He had to leave, as he was giving a lesson in the evening but we arranged to meet again.

What I hadn't bargained on was that Alice and Dawn would bring him back with them in the middle of the afternoon. I looked a mess, hair not done, no makeup, old clothes, an apron and rubber gloves. I was doing the cleaning.

"Not as fair a maiden as you were expecting." I said.

"Not at all. Hard work is virtuous." He said.

"She's lost her virtue more times than you can imagine." Dawn quipped.

"So unbecoming but not unexpected, coming from you." Walter directed at Dawn.

She and Alice went upstairs to leave us alone. I removed my gloves and apron, scraped my hair back into a band and invited him to take a seat, while I went to the kitchen. I returned with a tea tray, best china cups and saucers, teapot, milk jug and sugar bowl. I've not used any of it in years. I think he appreciated the thought. Standing and taking the tray from me, laying it on the table.

"She's right you know. If you are expecting a genteel older woman, you will be disappointed. I can act the part but the facade will slip in no time."

"And she's probably told you that I'm a sad specimen of the male of the species with a large penis, who doesn't get to give it much exercise."

"She wasn't that polite. I really can't see what Alice sees in her."

"She tongues clit like a pro, according to the second violin."

"Now who's facade is slipping?"

"You have me there."

We talked as we drank our tea. When we'd finished, I cleared away.

"You didn't come here to drink tea and I'm not going to turn down what Dawn has alluded to."

I stood, flicked up the back of my skirt, he must have got a view of my thighs. I expected him to follow, as I went upstairs, there wasn't any doubt that he would. He did, almost with too much haste. Upstairs, I presumed that Alice and Dawn were in their room. No noise and the door was closed. I ushered Walter into my room.

It must have looked comical. The pair of us virtually ripping our clothes off, both of us desperate for what had been missing for so long. As you know, I'm nothing much to look at. Small saggy boobs, an equally skinny and slightly wrinkly body. My once luxuriant bush began to thin out, so now it's a closely trimmed grey triangle. Walter on the other hand had plenty to look at. Dawn wasn't lying.

"Holy Mother. Lord preserve us."

Almost the proportions of Mister Cucumber but not quite. However, it had been nearly twenty years since he'd probed my depths and I've had nothing anywhere near as big since. It didn't stop me kneeling to worship at the alter of cock. Letitia says I've got a big mouth. I'm not sure that what I was now doing was what she has in mind when she says it. Since the recent change in our relationship, I know she does it but Dickie poor lad isn't allowed to cum in her mouth. This isn't like riding a bike, you can forget just how difficult it can be with a well hung man.

Opening wide and careful with my teeth, not easy with the size of his knob, I took him between my lips. Slowly, really slowly, I edged forward, taking more of that gorgeous but somewhat scary appendage deeper and deeper. I think Walter was too stunned to say or do anything. Maybe he was just happy to get anything at all. I don't gag but even so, I was struggling. Not as much as he was. Maybe he really hadn't been getting much. After only a minute or so, he cried out,

"Desist Madam, des... AH AH AH."

I grabbed his buttocks. He flooded my mouth. So much cum. Some of it oozed out and ran down onto my chin.

"I don't have sufficient words to express my gratitude, or my disappointment for subjecting you to such behaviour."

I eased myself back off his still erect member, giving the tip of his knob a cheeky lick as I released it. His body jerked. I gulped, clearing the remnants of his cum from my mouth.

"That was rather a lot. You must have needed that."

"I'd hoped to hold off, to provide you with the pleasure you desire."

"Plenty of time for that, unless you have to dash."

"I am at your service." He said, helping me up and lifting me on to the bed.

Service me he did. I thought Paul and Stephen had gone to town on me. I don't know if Walter was just grateful for the opportunity, or this was his usual level of service but it was brilliant. I'd have thought he played the trumpet or trombone, rather than the violin, the way he used his mouth. Never in my life have I been on the receiving end of so much oral. I began to wonder if there was going to be anything else. Perhaps he needed the time for the blood to refill that wondrous penis. Whatever the reason, he had me in a state of bliss for longer than I could ever have imagined. Longer than most of my previous encounters with men.

Eventually, he surfaced. Raising his head from between my legs, he edged forward. Looking down my body, his cock loomed large in my vision. Not for long. After cumming so many times, I must have been soaking wet. Yet his entry still made me gasp.

"Sweet Jesus! Holy fuck."

"Pardon my inept intrusion."

"Less talking. More doing."

He gave me a sort of embarrassed smile, before beginning with some long slow strokes, allowing me to get used to his size. Flooding my mouth had done, a fair bit to keep him from going off too soon. I was beginning to think that I might not be able to cope with such a prolonged and deep pounding of my poor pussy. All sorts of language must have been coming out of my mouth as he ploughed my furrow. I remember screaming as I came, pushing my hands on his body to lessen the depth of penetration. A couple of fast shallow strokes and he came. I felt his torso jerking as he shot into me.

Seconds later, there were loud cheers coming from the room next door. Dawn I could understand but the loudest, more shrill voice was definitely Alice's.

"I hope that met with your approval. The girls seemed to think so. I suppose they will have been playing along." He said.

"A rather disturbing thought."

"Not at all. A natural reaction, to your enthusiastic verbal outbursts."

He stayed for a while and I made him dinner. Unusually, Alice and Dawn were noticeable by their absence. I don't know if they'd slipped out or were keeping a low profile in their room, to give myself and Walter a bit of space. I didn't see either of them until the following day.

They were kneeling on the living room floor waving their arms up and down, when I came downstairs.

"We are not worthy. We are not worthy." They shouted.

"Knock it off."

"We had the best sex ever but not as good as you, by the sound of it. I guess he is as big as Melissa claimed." Dawn said.

I gave them an impression of length and girth with my hands.

"Ouch." Alice said, pulling a face.

Walter's visits became more frequent. To the point where he has moved in. We've become like a strange sort of family. Now that I know what they are up to, we listen to Alice and Dawn, as they listen to us. Knowing that it is happening but not exactly what, adds to the excitement.

Walter has started coming to church with me on Sundays. I've introduced him to Letitia. She couldn't resist having a feel over the cloth of his trousers. He wasn't going to object to that. Up to that point, she believed I was lying. Impressed, she did say,

"Not for me, thank you."

Presumably something he's heard many times before. Not from me. I'm more than happy with how things have turned out.