0 comments/ 20198 views/ 1 favorites Women in Lust By: Sven the Elder © Sven the Elder - February 2011 The bed dipped and then recovered just a little as Maureen, the lady of the house got out and very quietly left the bedroom I was sleeping in. 'Sleeping?' Some euphemism for the last hour of wet and sensual sex we had been engaged in. Maureen had tried her damnedest to wear me out, but I think I had managed to slightly better her efforts. Now I was lying, feeling more than a little worn out in the darkness of the strange bedroom, luxuriating in the memory of her delightful body. A floorboard creaked almost out of hearing range and then I felt the bed dip again as a warm body got back in. Except this body was different and in the same instant that I realised the difference, I also smelt the subtle perfume that Sally, Maureen's daughter had been wearing. Before I could say anything a finger was laid across my lips, bidding me to say nothing. I felt Sally lay her naked body half against me, one leg over mine, the hairs of her centre moist and wiry as she ground her pussy into my thigh, her full breasts squashed against my chest. Nipples pebble hard in arousal. She moved mor on top her legs trapping my no longer flaccid cock into the opening crevice of her sex. "Jeez! I though mother would never leave." ------------------- Maybe I ought to step back and recap... I am now retired and so my time is my own. I have in the past been known to help out from time to time in the various Pubs it's been my pleasure to have used as my watering holes over the years. So I'm not a complete stranger to either side of a bar then. Even though it was no longer my local I still used to occasionally drop back to one of my old haunts, 'The Purple Cock.' Yes, it really is called that, but we won't go there. I used it often enough at one time to know that although there was what appeared to be a normal family running the place, that in fact the husband and wife team, were nothing of the kind - they had the same names, but by coincidence and convenience only. But they had been together a long time - their daughter Sally really was their daughter though at the time I'm now writing about Tom had decided to leave for pastures anew. Lord only knows why. Maureen - Mo to her friends - certainly looked after him well enough. I had noted though that the Pub licensee was Mo, it was not a joint arrangement. Maybe she had an inkling of his future behaviour at some time in the past. No matter, I'd had a phone call from Mo asking if I could help out a bit behind the bar. There was a busy weekend coming off in the village and she needed to make the most of it and Tom's absence was more than a nuisance. So I'd happily said yes - the prospect of Mo's company and cooking coupled with the now adult Sally's banter and cheek were a prospect to look forward to. The fact that mother and daughter were both very pretty women was no hardship either. I was not ready for what did happen that night though. It was, as expected a long day and a longer evening. As with a lot of village Pubs though, at least we shut at 11pm. The three of us along with a couple of other local girls, who brought out the food to folks, cleared the pub of debris. It may look dreadful at first sight, but if you're used to it it's quite extraordinary how quickly it can be done. Mo was kind enough to say that 35 minutes was a record though. Rather than drive home Mo had made me stay and I had one of the Pub's guest bedrooms which was really very nice and was complete with an en-suite. It had been a little before midnight when I dried myself off after my shower and turned the lights off. I hadn't bothered to put the bedroom lights on or pull the curtains as being in the countryside we weren't overlooked and in any case there was a full, Hunter's Moon, that night. The bed was in darkness though, and as I got in I almost wet myself when I encountered a warm, naked female body waiting for me. "Took yer time then." "Christ, Mo," I responded, "you might have given me a heart attack my lovelies." At that point her hands found my cock and it responded. Oh Lord did it respond. Hot hands plus lips and a tongue have always had that effect on me. Even though I'm now old enough to be retired I'm not dead and the few seconds that followed my discovery I'm happy to say proved the point. Perhaps it was the low cut dress that Mo had been wearing that evening - works wonders for sales she's told me in the past - whatever? I was hard as nails almost indecently quickly. "Likes what he's found then?" "God Mo," I stuttered, "don't do too much of that or it's going to get messy quite quickly." 'That' was treating the end of my dick like an ice-cream cone. God she had a great action. Before a disaster occurred I made her stop and started to pay her some attention myself. Kissing her mouth I could taste my precum that I must be almost squirting given the obvious taste. She didn't seem in the slightest bothered by it and as far as I'm concerned it tastes so much like the female equivalent that neither am I. I moved down to her breasts which proved to be every bit as wonderful as the scarcely hidden view I'd been treated to all evening. My cock got harder! Mo's breasts were sensitive, actually given her moans of delight they were ultra-sensitive and her pussy was now flooding with juice - God I love the scent of aroused woman. I also love the taste. Did I mention my Cock got harder? I know she enjoyed what I was doing, she was winding my hair in her fingers to the extent I feared I would have bald patches if she wasn't careful. Her thighs clamped around my head as the first of a number of the evening's orgasms arrived without any further warning. I was tickling her clit with my tongue at the time which just might have had something to do with it I suppose. Even so I almost drowned in the flood she produced. Eventually I rolled on my back and she climbed on top sliding me into her in one hit - breathtaking! She gasped as I burrowed deep, deep inside lining up with and easing into her cervix. Then she eased back off me until just the crown of the head was in her entrance and slowly, deeply slid back down until I was all the way in. By this time she was astride me and squatting down so with her knees by her shoulders I was buried far inside. She bounced easily on me with sensational feelings but so much lubrication that we could keep going without my coming. Her breasts moving in the moonlight were magnificent to watch. Great inspiration all on their own. After a few minutes I rolled Mo onto her back whilst still inside. Now I put her legs over my shoulders and fucked deep and hard into her. She was almost whining with pleasure and sensory overload, clamping down on me each time she came yet again. Such was the stimulation that when I finally got there I think my toenails came out the end of my cock. At my age the experience was mind blowing. Between us the bath sheet we had under us was damp to say the least. We gradually got our racing hearts and breathing down to a more normal level for the senior citizens we were. Mo decided that she needed a bathroom break and that it might anyway be better that we were not together when people started moving around in the morning. So we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes more before she gathered up one very wet towel and went to her own bedroom on the other side of the building. Which is when, shortly afterwards, Sally complete with fresh towel for damp proofing had arrived and slid into bed with me. Draping herself onto me she muttered: "Jeez! I though mother would never leave." "Christ Sally, If you heard us how the hell do you think at sixty six years old I'm going to raise much more than my eyebrows?" She giggled: "if you can stay awake we'll give it a go." Then she turned round and kissed her way down to the somewhat shrivelled thing that not long ago anyone would have been proud to call a cock. Just at that point I think it's safe to say that sexual penetration was not high on its list of priorities. Going to sleep and survival until the next morning might well have been more important to both my cock and I. Sally thought otherwise. Did I mention that Sally's other career was in nursing? Sally was a nurse. No. Sally was a good, well experienced Staff Nurse, or whatever the modern day equivalent was. She also knew how to get me hard again. She knew how to get me hard again quickly and it didn't matter that he ached. God, I was going to walk like a cowboy in the morning. Now she swivelled her legs round and lay her body on top of mine with her soaking pussy above my mouth, dripping nectar on me. All I had to do was pull her beautifully proportioned ass downwards which allowed me to clamp my mouth round her slit. The taste as I swiped my tongue up and into her was delicious. When I licked and sucked on her clit she hummed and groaned round my cock so that I feared I might come there and then. I wasn't helped when with the lubrication that was still about she slipped a finger up my rear and massaged my prostate. My danger levels rose to the point where even Sally with all that I was doing at my end realised and so for the second time in an hour a sensationally proportioned, female with breasts that will be in my mind for a very long time, climbed aboard and sank down on me. I think I died and went to heaven that night. Sally's internal muscle control was exquisite. If her mother Mo was so good in bed then somehow she'd taught Sally to be so as well. Maybe it was in the genes? Who knows, I don't and in any case you can ponder these things too long. This time I was content to let Sally do the work as given my previous earlier times fucking her mother this was going to take a little longer for me to climax. Gently, little by little we could both feel the tension of the impending orgasm approaching and it was almost unbearable when it burst upon us. Sally collapsed onto my chest with my cock still inside her, half hard, half trapped and seemingly unwilling or unable to shrink smaller. We pulled the comforter over us and my intention was to doze before Sally eventually went back to her own bed. However I woke to Sally's pussy rhythmically squeezing on my once again hard cock. Well actually it was the morning sunlight that helped a bit as well. Oh! And Mo stood at the bottom of the bed giggling at my discomfort at being caught. "I don't know, I come in here with a mug of coffee to help you wake up, and find my lover and daughter well and truly connected while they fuck the blue hell out of each other." Sally looked over her shoulder at her mother and without breaking her rhythm said, "For an 'oldie' he's really rather good isn't he. Now Tom's gone can we keep him do you think?" I think between them they want to kill me and steal my insurance money. They might just succeed, but the mortician will never get the smile off my face... © Sven the Elder February 2011 Women In Lust - The Next Day © Sven the Elder March 2011. Author's note: This will make much more sense if you read my earlier story 'Women in Lust' first. The next Morning: After I'd woken up to Sally's ministrations on my cock and Mo had then ambled in with a cup of coffee for me I began to realise that perhaps now that Tom had apparently gone, that maybe I really had been lined up as a trial for a replacement. Whatever! Mo left us both alone and Sally, having managed to raise the dead, knelt astride me and carefully lowered herself on to me, gently sliding my cock into her eagerly waiting pussy. After the battering she and Mo had given me last night I could only assume that as she was so gentle, that she must ache even more than I did. She angled herself so that I pressed against her clit and thankfully she came quite quickly before easing off and laying alongside me. At least she was happy. Damn! She was almost purring. I hadn't come and was just glad of the respite. Mo called from somewhere to remind Sally that she hadn't forgotten had she, but she was on duty down at the local, small hospital in less than an hour. "Bugger!" was Sally's reply, before she looked at the bedside clock and left to make herself presentable as I dozed. My next recollection was of her sticking her head round the door and saying 'Bye!' It can't have been very long when I was woken from my dozing by a naked Mo getting into bed with me and snuggling up half laid on top of me. Its amazing how, even after Sally screwing me less than an hour ago that I was betrayed by my cock getting hard again, quite quickly. Or maybe it was Mo's talented hands as well as her breasts. She started to go down on me and I tried to stop her. "Mo, don't! I really need a shower after last night and this morning..." All I got was, "So?" as she kissed her way down to my cock and lovingly took me in her mouth. I could only groan at the glorious feelings she was producing. To even up the equation I pulled her round so that I could put her leg over my shoulder and get at her centre and attack it. Now she was groaning as well as she licked and loved the tip of my Cock as I licked her out, adoring the taste of her copious supplies of sweet-tasting juice. In the end I had to have her. So I rolled her flat, turned her round and placed both her legs over my shoulders and eased the tip of my cock just inside her very wet, greedy pussy. It felt like velvet as I slowly and gently slid all the way into her, not stopping until I was all the long way in, balls bumping against her ass. We gazed into each other's eyes, hers sparkling with the pleasure we were giving each other as we moved slowly. I was moving back almost right out then sliding fully home, gently picking up speed. Mo reached underneath me and held my balls and gently pulled and rolled them between her fingers seeking to heighten experience. Our lovemaking, this was not fucking of the intensity that we'd both needed last night, gradually got faster, harder, deeper, more intense. She began panting and almost grunting as I began to once more pound into her, seeking to get as deep inside her as I could before with a last gasping sigh I began to squirt my juices as close to and as far into her core as I could, my back arched almost in a rictus of pain. Mo had her legs wrapped round my waist now, forcing herself up into me and holding me there. Then we subsided, gasping for breath, Mo with a scarlet red chest and breasts indicating the strength of the orgasm she'd just had, her legs flopping off my back and onto the bed as we lay there totally spent. As I slipped from her I half collapsed alongside her. "Lord, Mo, it has to become less intense than this or we'll kill each other." "Sven, as we came it was so good I couldn't have cared, I felt I'd died and gone to heaven." I continued, "I doubt there's any more in me for the rest of the morning. Time for a shower and given the aroma in this room I suspect opening a window or two as well." I kissed her gently on the forehead, "Give me 15 minutes and I'll see you downstairs for breakfast." --------------------- It was probably closer to half an hour when I finally made it downstairs to the kitchen of the pub. A shower had generally freshened me up and meant I felt almost normal, if more than a little shagged out. Given my age I really hadn't had as much horizontal activity for several years and in truth was quite surprised at having managed to keep up with Mother and Daughter. Mo had a cooked breakfast waiting for me with only the eggs left to cook. As I tucked in she poured fresh coffee for us both. "Mo..." "Sven..." We laughed as we both started to talk together. "After you, Mo." "I wondered how you felt this morning, Sven? After all you got attacked by two randy women last night." I took a sip of coffee before answering with a slight giggle in my voice, "I'm not going to complain for a minute, Hell! I'd be mad if I did, but how do you feel?" I asked. "After all you walked in on your lover of last night being blown by your daughter. Given the noise we must have then made you can't have had any illusion about what we were doing. We weren't exactly being discreet or subtle. Mind you, what happened this morning after Sally left makes me feel that somehow you didn't mind too much." Mo looked at me, blushing a little, before she responded, "I was startled but not exactly surprised. In any case I heard you both last night as you suggested. It made me want you even more this morning. I just hoped you had something left for this old girl after my no longer 'young' daughter had her wicked way with you. We have shared lovers before after all." "You'd shared Tom, her father, with her?" "Not intentionally and not until she was out of her teens. I had to go into hospital to have a minor operation, but there were some problems and instead of being in and out it took a couple of weeks. Sally walked in on her father beating off because I wasn't there. Tom was very embarrassed but as you know Sally's a nurse and she told him it was quite normal and why didn't he let her do it for him, after all it would be more pleasant and she really didn't mind. I don't think it happened that time, but Sally joined him in bed a night or two later. In fact I don't think Tom stood much of a chance. She'd always been a bit of a 'Daddy's Girl' but I don't think any of us had realised quite how much." "How did you find out?" "Well when I finally came out and returned home it was going to be several weeks before Tom and I could have sex again, but to their credit they told me straight away what had happened that evening. I can't pretend I liked it but in the end I realised that there had been no coercion and I suppose in the end I came round to it. It didn't happen too often though. Once I was back to normal I seemed to keep Tom pretty well occupied on my own." "So what happened to him, why did he leave, God, he had both of you to choose from so he wasn't exactly being short-changed anywhere along the line?" "Sven, I don't know. It seems that he fell for a rich widow that could keep him without him having to work. As you know, we weren't married and in the end he just upped sticks and left. Last I heard they were living up north and had got married. He'd better not show his face back here, though. There's one or three of my regulars who might give him more than a bit of the verbals if he did." "Christ, I hope they don't get the wrong idea with me," was all I could think to say. "After all if they find out I've bedded you both, they won't think my intentions are exactly honourable will they. After all I may be only slightly older than you, Mo, but by my reckoning I must be at least thirty older than Sally." Mo just laughed, "Don't you worry about that. They will either realise, or guess, that you and I are sleeping together, but I don't think, given the age difference, they'll ever guess that Sally has got in on the act as well." I could only sit and wonder at my change of situation. I mean, how many men of sixty and odd could be as lucky as I seemed to have just become. Bedding a pub landlady that most red-blooded males would cut off body parts to jump into bed with and then having sex with her adult daughter as well. That daughter was if anything even more voluptuous and sexy than her mother and that mother didn't mind what her daughter was doing was even more ridiculous. While I was lost in some of this contemplation Mo had turned round and started to wash up some of the breakfast things. I was quite lost in the shape of her tight little butt in the skirt she was wearing - you remember skirts? Good, because they're a much more attractive garment to view legs rather than the ubiquitous jeans that seem to be all the rage these days. I couldn't resist it - I crept slowly up behind as Mo, far away, continued what she was doing. Expect the unexpected I thought I knelt down and then licked the back of one of her bare knees. If I was hoping for a reaction I wasn't disappointed. "ShiiiiT!!!'" was all I heard as water, dishes, Mo and I all went in different directions. She turned round and of course I was then able to get my head under the front of her skirt... to discover a knickerless Mo. So I kissed her on her lower lips as she grabbed the back of my head and held me into her. Raising one foot onto my shoulder she bent her leg and opened her centre to give me better access to what was rapidly becoming a wet and deliciously aromatic pussy. I transferred my hands to her bare bottom and pulled her into and onto my tongue. As it reached her button she went off like a fire-alarm - bucking herself onto me and then sliding down the cupboard fronts to the floor taking me with her. I came out from underneath her skirt and looked at her, red-faced and panting at the results of my ministrations. She grabbed my head with both hands and kissed and licked my face, still wet with her juices. Then realising I was achingly hard and trapped in my trousers she undid my belt and unzipped me, releasing 'the monster', as she called it, from its lair. Pushing me onto my back on the floor she licked the angry, purple-headed beast once, twice, then gave it a quick final suck before moving astride me and tucking him into her. She sank down easily on to me then just savagely fucked me to a very quick conclusion. As we regained control of breathing and heartbeat I looked at her, kissed her and said, "Did I ever tell you I liked skirts." "Sven, I would never have guessed or known that." A little later over a second or was it a third mug of coffee we discussed what we might do next. I explained that I still had business to go about and complete in the shop I owned in the town about thirty miles away. The couple of people I employed would open and close and run the shop for a couple of days without problems but I did need to be there at least part of most days just to keep an eye on things. But if Mo would like me to, I only had a smallish apartment in the town and it could be opened up or closed as it suited me. Mo then said, "Well I know that Sally and I would be much happier with a man back on the premises at night. Country pubs can get a bit lonely sometimes." I thought about it for a moment or two. "How about I move some things out here and perhaps move into that bedroom I slept in last night on a slightly more permanent basis. That way I'm not moving into either yours or Sally's bedroom and there are no expectations, or problems as to who with or where I sleep or not as the case may be." I went on to say that though I hated the term 'Friends with benefits' it could then be applied more easily and not cause undue friction with Mother or Daughter - we could all of us truthfully also say that I had simply moved into one of the spare bedrooms, which might prevent some of the locals reading too much into the situation. "The other thing I want you to do, Mo, is when I'm not here have a really good chat with Sally when there are no hormones flying about and I'm not here to cloud the issue. I do have to go back to the shop this afternoon and I have some work that will keep there this evening. That'll give you time to have a chat with Sal and then if you want me to come back I can come up in a couple of days." Mo thought that was a plan, and so I left shortly afterwards to go back to what was still my home. --------------------- A late arrival at my shop meant I was busy until quite late on, shutting up the shop and going over things with my senior lady. She acted as my unofficial shop manager when I wasn't there. Without going into too much detail I went over the change I was going to put in that would let me stay up at the 'Purple Cock' rather more than just occasionally. Sarah, now my newly, formally appointed Shop Manager complete with a raise in salary was more than happy with the new arrangements. She knew the pub and had been in there once or twice with her fiance, but at that time without knowing that I knew the place. Finally we called it a night, I told Sarah I should be there at opening time in the morning, or at the least shortly afterwards. On the way home I called in at the Fish and Chip shop and bought supper. I thought of ringing Mo or Sally but decided to wait and let them contact me. That way I would give them enough time to talk things over. I was woken by my mobile phone ringing and realised I'd fallen asleep in front of the television after supper. Turning the television down I glanced at the phone to see who was ringing at gone midnight. Of course it was Mo. The conversation was fairly short and to the point. Yes, they'd discussed the situation. Yes, they thought separate bedrooms was a good idea. Yes, they'd be happy to share me. Oh and one last thing, could the arrangement start, what was now the next day, this evening? Like I say, without actually winning the lottery, I think I just won the lottery - maybe I ought to go buy a real ticket for that as well. © Sven the Elder March 2011