Well school had finally let out, but unfortunately, my plans to go to university had fallen apart due to lack of funds. I’d saved every penny I could get my hands on plus, my mom and dad had promised to help, that is until failing health forced my father into early retirement, which left them comfortable but in no position to ante up thousands of dollars for my education. At a loss, I thought my career as an engineer had ended before it had gotten off the ground; that is until my Gran came up with a way for me to make some extra cash. A friend of hers that lived at very exclusive retirement home said they were looking for someone to do odd jobs, like driving the residence to the local mall and waiting for the old biddies to take them home again Taking them to the hairdressers and stuff like that. Anyway, the money wasn’t bad and if I worked over the entire summer it would give me almost all the cash I need for my first semester.

Anyway, I’d been there about three days when I got a call to go to the administrative office, when I got there, the Manager, Mr. Drew said. “Bill can you go up to the penthouse 601 and help Mrs. Simons to move some boxes. You must have made an impression on her when you drove her to the hairdressers yesterday because she specifically asked for you. Now remember what I told you, Mrs. Simons is extremely prim and proper a real lady of the old school that makes Mother Teresa look like a fisher wife, so no foul language or anything like that, it’s yes Mrs. Simons or no Mrs. Simons, got that?”

When I got to the apartment, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable then knocked on the door. Within seconds, it swung open and Mrs. Simons stood there in a loosely tied housecoat, and from the way it moved it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Although in her late fifties or early sixties, Mrs. Simons, or Meg, as I found out later, had obviously taken good care of herself, she was, from what I could see from the outline of the housecoat, slim with nice tits that only sagged slightly.

“Bob, isn’t “she said taking my arm. Come through to the bedroom, I’ve been boxing up some of my husband’s old books and need to get them out of my way. Since he died last year they’ve just been taking up room, but I haven’t got the heart to get rid of them. Actually I’m saying old books, but some of them are quite new, I don’t know why he bothered, he’d been retired for a couple of years, but couldn’t resist keeping up on what was happening in the engineering field.”

“That’s what I want to take when I go to university,” I confided.

“Then when you get to school, I want you to go through these books and if there’s any that you can use you’re welcome to them,” she ended leading me into the bedroom.

There on the floor stood a dozen boxes, walking over to them I stooped and scooped one of them into my arms. “Where do you want them?” I asked.

“In here she said walking over to a walk-in closet and standing in the doorway.

As I past her, my arm brushed, up against her housecoat and I could feel the softness and warmth of her tits through the material. At first, I expected her pull away and to demand that I leave; instead, she slowly moved aside and said. “If you can stack them on that shelf there I’d really appreciate it.”

Hauling the first on onto the shelf, I returned to the bedroom and grabbed another one. Again, she stood in the doorway forcing me to brush past her, this time the garment seemed to have opened slightly revealing her cleavage. I don’t mind admitting that for some reason, I’ve always found mature women extremely alluring and the sight of that mound of flesh was certainly doing things to my dick, which to my horror was becoming an obvious bulge in my pants. That wasn’t the worst of it, each time I carried a box into the closet, the looser her robe became and the more of her boobs showed. By the time I stored the last box on the shelf, I had a raging hard on and desperately wanted to get out of there and find somewhere where I could jerk off to the thought of sucking on those beautiful tits.

“There I said, all done. Well I better be on my way.”

“Wait a moment,” Mrs. Simons said, “I’ve got something for you for being so helpful.

Still embarrassed by the huge bulge in my pants, I stood facing the door, my head turned towards her. Walking over to me, she reached out and I expected her to hand my something, Instead she held a twenty-dollar bill, which she slipped into my pocket. Of course, the moment she did that her hand brushed up against my bulging cock making it obvious that I had a massive erection

Instead of pulling away in disgust, as I expected, she said. “Oh my, all that work certainly seems to have caused your muscles to stiffen up, I’m a dab hand at relieving knots like the one your suffering from.”

Grabbing my hand, she led me back into the bedroom and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and then pulled my pants and underpants down. “You certainly do have a problem,” she said, stroking the length of my nine inch boner. Pushing me into a sitting position on the bed, she then peeled off her housecoat, knelt down, and encompassed my cock with those beautiful slightly saggy tits. As my cock broke out of her cleavage, her head bobbed forward and took the end of my cock into that gorgeous warm wet mouth, then ran her tongue over the tip making me want to explode, and pump huge gobs of hot cum down her throat.
Pulling back, she looked up and smiled at me then said. “Plenty of time for that, you young stud, first I’ve got some lotion that I want you to try for that swelling, but it has to be taken orally.” Climbing onto the bed, she lay back, opened her legs, and went on. “Now then, where do you suppose I keep my special potion hidden, she ended rubbing her finger across her clit
Climbing between her legs, I buried my tongue into her warm wet hole as far as it would go. “Oh yes,” she moaned, “I can tell by the amount of swelling that you’re going to need a double dose of the elixir.”
Moving up to her clit, I lashed it with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth and gently bit down as I felt a massive spasm erupt sending convulsive shocks through her entire body. As her back arched, pussy juice flooded out of her crack covering my entire face. As the orgasm subsided, I continued to suck and nibble on that tasty piece of flesh until another massive orgasm racked her body. When it subsided, she rolled me over, placed her knees on either side of my hips, and guided my throbbing cock into her warm wet pussy. At first all she did was sit there, my cock buried up to my balls in her warm wet hole. Then, with hardly any motion on her part, the muscles of her pussy began to ripple and it felt like a thousand finger massaging my cock.
“Do you like that?” She asked. After I nodded she went on, “Then how about if we add this in” she said reaching behind her and grabbing my balls and squeezed them to the point of pain.
You might think that having your balls squashed like that would be totally off putting, to be honest though it was anything but, and finally I lost control and squirted what felt like a gallon of hot wet cum into that wet juicy hole. As I came down from the earth shattering climax, that seemed to make every never fibre in my body fire at the same time, and for a matter of several seconds left me completely paralysed, I opened my eyes and looked into her face.
“So how did this old broad do?” She asked, as she began to slide her pussy up and down my now limp dick. “Did nurse, Meg cure your stiffness?” Suddenly my prick responded to her ministrations and slowly it began to grow inside of her. “Ah, I see it needs another treatment,” she went on continuing to ride my cock as my erection filled her pussy, “perhaps it needs another form of therapy.” Sliding of my dick, she swung round, planted her pussy on my mouth then swallowed my prick up to my balls.
That was the first time I tried either a cream pie, or having someone deep throat me, and believe me, I loved both. The thought of slurping on a mixture of pussy juice and cum, while at the same time feeling my prick slide down Meg’s throat really turned me on and I could tell by the way she was grinding her muff into my face that it was having the same effect on her. Within minutes of her planting her snatch on my face, I could feel the tension building in her towards another massive orgasm, and at the same time the urge to squirt hot cum out of my dick filling her mouth grew stronger, and stronger. When it happened it was in unison, as I shot a wad of jism down her throat, her pussy began to pulse and more liquid gushed out of her wet hole soaking my face again.
For a Moment we both lay there, until eventually Meg rolled over, climbed up beside me, and snuggled into my chest. “That,” she said, a hint of satisfaction sounding in voice, “Was something else. You don’t mind me cuddling into you like this do you?” She asked. “I know I lured you into this to satisfy my own horny needs, but I’d like it to be more than just a quick fuck and then be on our way.”
“Not at all,” I said putting my arm around her and pulling her into me.
For about fifteen minutes we lay there until eventually Meg said, “Come on Bob, I need a shower, and the way I pump pussy juice out of my snatch every time I come, I’m sure you need one as well.”
After showering and washing each other’s backs, I got dressed and was just about to leave, when Meg said. “Bob do you play bridge?”
“I do,” I said, “but I’m not all that good at it.”
“As long as you know the basics, some friends and I like to get together once in a while but we’re one short, so if you wouldn’t mind sitting in I’d really appreciate it.”
“When?” I asked?
“Wednesday, come by at two, and we can have a few hands of bridge.”
“I’ll have to clear it with Mr. Drew. He’s probably not going to be too happy paying me to sit here and play cards with you and your friends. In fact, he’s probably furious that it’s taken me so long to move a few boxes.”
“Don’t worry about Mr. Drew, Bob I’ll phone him and clear you coming to play cards with us,”
“You can do that?” I asked.
“Sure I can,” she ended smiling, “you see I own this retirement home, so Mr. Drew works for me, and I suppose so do you, so what I do with your time is none of his business. But I will tell him how well you did taking care of my box, boxes,” She amended smiling demurely.
At two on the dot I stood outside of Meg’s apartment and gently knocked. Almost instantly, the door swung open and Meg ushered me inside. “Promptness,” She exclaimed, “I like that in a person, it shows respect, something that is sadly lacking in our society. Come on over and I’ll introduce you to my friends and we can get started.
In the centre of the room, Meg had set up an ornate card table covered in green felt; standing next to it were two women about the same age as Meg. This she said is Marlene, we’ve been friends for longer than I care to remember, and this is Janet, who I’ve known for almost as long. Our husband, who unfortunately have all passed away were partners in an engineering company that we still hold the majority of shares in; anyway, enough of that, let’s get started.
“Have you told him?” Marlene asked, eying me speculatively.
“Asked me what?” I said.
“Oh it’s just that when we play, if you lose a trick there’s a penalty, don’t worry, it’s not going to cost you any money,” Meg said seeing the look of concern on my face.
“If not money, then what?” I asked.
“An article of clothing,” she said, that innocent smile lighting up her face. “As far as we know, we play the only game of strip-bridge in the world. How about it Bob; are you up for it?
“I guess so,” I said.
“Excellent,” Meg said dropping into one of the chairs and picking up a deck of cards that lay there and shuffled them with an expertise that showed her level of competence at bridge.
It soon became apparent that compare to Meg, Marlene and Janet, I was a rank amateur, and if not for the fact that I was paired with Meg would have been stark naked within a matter of a few hands. Her skill though allowed me to hang onto my clothes for a fair while. Even so, every once in a while we would lose a hand, and as the rules stood Meg and I alternated each taking off an article of attire, until eventually there I sat with nothing on but my underpants. The worst of it was, both Marlene and Janet, who sat on either side of me, kept brushing their bare legs against mine, and besides that both had lost their bras leaving their tits fully exposed, and my dick straining to be free, of my shorts.
“Now it gets interesting,” Meg, who still had on her panties and bra, said, and then dealt another round of cards to each of us.
I’ll swear that Meg deliberately lost that hand forcing me to stand and slide of my underpants revealing my huge boner. As I sat, somewhat red faced, Marlene’s hand reached under the table and started to caress my leg sliding all the way up until it brushed against my cock.
“Enough of that,” Meg said, “let’s discard with the rest of our clothes and we can continue from there.”
“What happens now?” I asked.
“Now if you lose, you have to perform whatever act the other side deems appropriate.”
After stripping off, Janet dealt the cards and shortly after, Meg and I had taken all but two tricks. “Now then Bob, what sexual act would you like these two horny old maids to perform on you, personally I would love to see the two of them suck you cock.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, still not believing what fortune had thrown my way.
Standing, both Marlene and Janet got one their knees and first one and then the other wrapped their mouths around my cock and buried it up to my balls.
Satisfied that they had served their penance, Meg dealt another hand and again I’m sure she deliberately blew the game.
“Now it’s our turn,” Janet said, anticipation sounding in her voice, “I want that cock buried as far as it will go into my pussy after that, I want to see it slide into Marlene’s hole; and lastly I want Meg to lick our pussy juice off Bob’s cock.
“Man,” I thought this is what I get for losing, to fuck two gorgeous older broads then have a third suck and lick my dick. Obediently, I led both Marlene and Janet into the bedroom. As soon as Janet was on the bed with her legs spread-eagled, I slipped between them and slid my cock into her warm wet hole and began to ride her pussy as hard as I could. It must have been quite some time since that snatch had felt a man’s dick because almost immediately I felt her fingernails dig into my back and then with a convulsive surge she arched her back as ripples of pure ecstasy cursed through her body.
The moment she finished convulsing, Marlene threw herself down beside us and opened her legs. “My turn she said, get that beautiful cock over her and give my snatch what it needs.”
Pulling my dick free, I climbed over onto Marlene and thrust my dick into her waiting cunt and again within a matter of a few minutes had her moaning in pleasure as multiple orgasms racked her entire body. By then I wanted to come so badly that my cock and balls just ached with the urge to squirt cum into one of their mouths, or fill one of their pussies with a gallon of hot jism. However I knew I still had a duty to perform and if I left Meg out, then not only would she be dissatisfied I would as well. As I rolled over to satisfy my beautiful Meg, she was there instantly grabbing my cock, she buried it in her face and I fought with all my willpower not to let go, but knowing I was fighting a losing battle, I pulled my dick clear, and had meg kneel at the side of the bed then lean forward. Having Marlene and Janet do the same on either side of Meg, I plunged my dick into Meg’s pussy while at the same time I reached over and inserted the middle finger of both hands into Marlene and Janet’s cunts. Straining not to explode inside Meg’s warm wet hole, I drove my cock in and out until I felt the walls of her pussy begin to quiver. Then with one last thrust, I rammed my dick as far in as it would go and just as her orgasm sent shivers through her body, I exploded inside of her, my orgasm so intense as to be on the point of pain, but oh what beautiful pain.
For several moments we all stayed just as we were, my cock now limp but still buried in Megs pussy my fingers still deep inside Marlene and Janet’s cunts, that I’m sure had come at the same moment as Meg and me. Eventually I pulled my dick free and climbed onto the bed, and then helped my three gorgeous paramours to climb up beside me, and then curling into a tangle of arms and legs, the four of us drifted off into a satisfied sleep. I’m not sure how long I slept, but when I awoke it was to a strange wet sensation on the end of my prick. Looking down I was amazed to see all three women taking turns to lick and suck my cock. To my amazement, my limp member instantly responded to the ministrations of those lovely wet mouths and was soon rock hard again.
“I’m first,” Meg said, climbing onto my now rock hard dick and sliding up and down it.
“Then if you’re going to do that, then I Want Bob’s tongue up my cunt,” Janet said planting her pussy over my mouth and rocking back and forth as I lashed her clit with my tongue.
“If you’ve got Bob’s cock and Janet’s got his tongue then I want your tongue up my crack, Janet.” Standing over me so I could see what was happening Marlene held her snatch against Janet’s mouth and I watched as she drove her friend wild as she licked her clit.
After several minutes without any apparent agreement to do so, the three of them changed places, each riding my cock the other sitting on my face and the third having her snatch licked by whoever was enjoying my tongue. I’m not sure how many orgasms each of them had, but I know it was quite a few. The one thing I am sure of is this, If I wasn’t young and fit, I doubt if I would have been able to keep up with the three of them. Anyway, after switching round several times, each of them burring my dick as far up their cunts as it would go, Meg again climbed on top of me and started that amazing rippling effect that drove my cock wild, while at the same time she reached behind her and squeezed my balls in her vice like grip. Within seconds, I could feel that urge in my prostate to let go a load of cum and then seconds later I was squirting hot gobs of jism into her snatch.
After we had all showered and cleaned ourselves up, we dressed and Meg poured us all a drink and then said. “Well ladies, did young Bob live up to expectations?” She asked, giving me a sly wink.
“He certainly did,” Marlene said, “I can’t remember the last time I was fucked like that. I think we should make this a weekly event Meg, what do you think Janet?”
I can certainly live with that,” Janet said smiling at me, that is of course if Bob doesn’t mind coming over and keeping three old broads company.
So there we stand, every Wednesday, I turn up at Meg’s apartment and fuck the three of them until none of us can stand, plus the extravagant gifs of money they lavish on me doesn’t hurt. Although to some extent I suppose I have become a gigolo, I really do adore the three of them and even if there wasn’t any cash involved I would still fill their cunts with my cock and lick their beautiful holes until they came. That goes doubly for Meg, I just love the way her pussy squirts love juice all over my face each time she comes on the end of my tongue.
Soon I will be off to university and am going to miss my trio of horny broads, I suppose that while on campus I can find somebody to have sex with but I doubt very much if it will be anything like fucking my three horny old biddies