6 comments/ 141594 views/ 35 favorites Landlady By: realbigsid69 He arrived at Sarah's flat and was greeted by her there. Needing a place to stay and having no definite plans other than working in the city, it was lucky he'd found a place a decent area. Sarah was about 5 years older than him, long blonde hair and very posh. "Hi again - well, let me show you to your room" and swept down the hall. It was a spacious 2 bedroom affair, a huge bathroom, quaint kitchen and large living room area. He followed her and deposited his two large bags near the wardrobe. The room was very big, almost as big as what appeared to be Sarah's bedroom next door, but not quite. "Well, feel free to unpack and be at home" she said merrily. "Thanks - this is really great. Erm, now hang on, here's the first month's rent" he said and handed her the cheque. He went to pick up the deposit cheque too and couldn't find it. "Um, Sarah, I can't find the other cheque. Let me unpack, it will probably be in a bag. If not, I'll go to the bank around the corner and get it out in cash" he said. "Okay, that's fine" she said and he smiled and nodded understandingly. After unpacking, he took the the task of sorting all his stuff out. It was only a matter of a couple of hours before this was completed. Then he thought about his landlady. Sarah was early 30's, a plain but pretty face, but her body! She had the most perfect legs, although they were encased in tight jeans at this point. He could see himself fantasising over her but that was about it. He thought it might be polite to go through and make conversation too. "Well that's the stuff unpacked. Now, are there any rules you have for the house?" he said jovially. "Not really. Obviously no smoking as we agreed, but as you don't that's not an issue. Clean up after yourself, use the dryer in the bathroom for laundry and that's about it. As long as you obey my rules, I'm sure we'll get along great!" she said enthusiastically. "Oh, I'm meeting friends tonight, so I'll be back later, but you're more than welcome to get to know the place" she said. Later, he heard the door going and realised Sarah had gone out. Going through to the living room, he settled down and just enjoyed the relaxation of a night in. Several hours later, the door went. It was Sarah, a little worse for wear but not completely legless. She grinned at him and sat down heavily on the couch. "Phew, what a fun evening. I love catching up with the girls. Could you do me a favour and help me off with my boots" she said offhandedly. "Uh sure" he replied and moved to kneel in front of her. Gently starting on one, it wasn't easy and he really had to work to get the thing off. "Oh, do you have the deposit?" she said slurrishly to him. He smiled and took out his wallet, handing over the 500 in cash. He was also trying not to look up her skirt as he finally managed to get the first boot off. Moving to the 2nd, he felt a little awkward as her foot was still on his shoulder, but she didn't seem to be aware, engrossed in counting the money. At last, the other boot came off and he was left holding her foot in his hand. He could also see the outlining of her knickers in between her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up as she had sat down and was now mid-thigh. Still counting the money, she seemed not to notice as his hand, almost with a life of its own, began imperceptibly rubbing her foot. He was engrossed in the sight of her inner thighs to notice he was doing it until he realised the situation he was in. Dropping her foot, he hoped she hadn't noticed when she let her other foot leave his shoulder and drop into his hand. "Mhhm, that was nice. The other one" she said, still counting the money. He realised Sarah must have assumed he meant that and began to rub the other one gently. She was seemingly content to let him do that and after almost 10 minutes, she simply presented her other foot again. This had gone beyond just an accidental foot rub and he wondered...but realised this was his landlady and even if something happened, she would probably ask him to leave. "Can you do legs as well?" she asked him, watching. "Legs as well? Oh, you mean, um, massage? I've never really tried to, I mean, um, I guess I could um, try..." but he was cut off as both her feet came up to rest on his shoulders, presenting her calves and thighs to his hands. He took her meaning and gently kneaded the muscles on her thighs. As he worked his way up, he wasn't sure if Sarah was sliding her legs further onto his shoulders or his hands were causing it, but by the time he was at her thighs, she hadn't batted an eyelid. As his fingers gingerly worked her thighs, he could only reach the outsides of them. His vision instead was on the sheer knickers coming imperceptibly closer to his face. Another minute and they would be touching him and still Sarah hadn't reacted. Was this what she wanted? Finally, he could no longer ignore the situation, as his nose was touching her crotch through her knickers. He kissed there and nothing was said. Being bolder, he licked and still no reaction. When he used his hand to part the fabric, his tongue followed. At the first touch, she shivered a little but remained silent. Becoming bolder, he took a lip in his mouth, letting it caress his tongue, and then moved to the other one. Flattening his tongue, he licked upwards gently, until it touched her clitoris. "Leave that alone for now" he heard her say and dropped down in response. His tongue licked inside her now, trying to go deeper as it slurped around her inside walls. Her hand had came down to rest on his head, pressing on it occasionally as she tried to get his tongue go deeper. "I'm a bit drunk so I probably won't cum for a while, but keep trying" she encouraged, enjoying his oral responses. Sarah was enjoying his tongue immensely and resolved silently to herself that this wouldn't be the last time he was doing this to her. Down below, he was fluttering his tongue against her pussy, flicking it up to her clit then dropping back down to her pussy opening and delving in. Over and over he did this until she could avoid the inevitable no longer. "Up now, make me cum" she said sighing and he did her bidding, capturing her clitoris and sucking on it gently, his tongue caressing the hood. Her thighs bucked against his ears and clenched as her orgasm was drawn out in a groan from her. Somehow, his mouth stayed in contact with her, dropping back to lick her slit as she gently eased off her plateau. "Clean my juices up" she told him and he moved to sweep along her pussy, dropping to her thighs too. Hesitating, he licked towards her anus and felt her legs open up wider. Continuing, he felt her hand on his head again and pressed ahead, gaining entry into her by now pliant asshole. Sarah watched his head bobbing below, rimming her. Idly, she wondered how long it would take her to cum from his tongue just in her ass. He was pretty good at it but she knew she was too drunk to cum this way tonight, however, perhaps another time. Although it was unplanned, there was something empowering about knowing he was paying her rent and in effect 'earning his keep' this way too. Pushing him away and dropping her legs from his shoulders, she stood up. "I'm really tired, I'm off to bed. Have a good sleep" she slurred and simply walked off. He sat on the floor, contemplating events. As he was getting into the oral, he had hoped she would let him fuck her but that clearly wasn't going to happen tonight now. The next day, he was making cereal when Sarah appeared. "Morning. Oh, could you pop the kettle on, my head's sore from that drink last night!" she said, with no mention of what they had done when she had returned. He did as she asked and she politely went to her room afterwards and by lunchtime had went out for the day. It was all very bemusing and he put it down to a mistake that wouldn't happen again. A whole week of normality went by until Sarah returned from playing tennis. She flopped down and he asked her how the game went. "Not bad, I was beaten 6-5 by Emily in the end but it was close. Actually, I think I'll stand up, my um, cheeks are a little tender, what with the running about on court today" she said, standing and walking to the kitchen. He was feeling horny but still put the week before down to a mistake. "Could you do me a favour?" she called through. "Sure Sarah, what is it?" he enquired, walking through and admiring the way her little tennis skirt covered her bum, leaving those great legs bare. "Massage my cheeks for me, just a little bit and maybe I can actually have a seat" she said, without turning round. He wondered if she meant in the kitchen then simply knelt down. Taking both ass cheeks in his hands, he rolled them a little, squeezing very gently and easing them with care. 5 minutes later, Sarah was looking out the window. Her place was on the first floor, which meant the street was marginally below her. Her sink came up to past her waist and as she listened to the sound of him rimming her, she wondered if anyone walking past knew what the pretty posh blonde in the window was having done to her, by her lodger. She decided it might be time to find out if she was able to cum from just a rimming and walked away from him. "Follow me" she said and walked through to her bedroom. Once there, she had him lie on the bed and mounted his face, facing his feet. He resumed his tonguing of her arse, while she lounged on his face, occasionally reaching down to play with her clit. Stopping herself, she was determined to see if he could do it with his tongue alone. "Push it in deeper and try to move it around a bit. If you make me cum like this, we can do something else" she said to him, smiling to herself as she felt him respond. Over half an hour later, she gripped his tongue with her ass muscles. "I'm cumming, don't stop!" she yelled, her juices leaking out. Then as she calmed down, she slid back, presenting her pussy to him. "Lick it all up" she said, and his mouth once again pleasured her. As she settled back, his tongue found its way to her fuck hole. Sarah hadn't really had someone concentrate on her needs in bed fully before and was enjoying it immensely. She had a great job, a lovely flat, wealthy parents and was indeed, posh totty. When she was younger guys seemed to expect as much as they gave but now she was in her 30's, she had a lot more confidence in her sexuality and the effect she had on men. Being single meant she could pick and choose who she dated, what she did, when she did with no-one to answer to. And then there was the small matter of the young man on her bed. His face felt great beneath her and she ground down a little, feeling his tongue trying to push deeper into her, before she relaxed and let him lick back and forth. Despite his good looks and the kinkiness of him being her lodger, she was reluctant to fuck him - yet. That would somehow relinquish the commanding situation she found herself in. The episode in the kitchen had turned her on and she began to picture scenarios where she could have him doing something like that again. Making her mind up about how to deal with the situation, she relaxed and let her take him on a slow journey to orgasm. Turning around, she settled back on his face, taking hold of her headboard as she looked down to watch him licking her out. "I think we should lay a few ground rules, shouldn't we?" she said to him. "Yeah sure" he said, hoping perhaps she would relieve the ache in his cock soon. "Well, one rule I should add is that you can't bring back girls to the flat. Now, how do you feel about that?" she said. "You make the rules, I stick to them" he said. "Good. In fact, if that's the case, then perhaps avoid dating while you are here too. You will start doing at least 50% of the housework and you will pay your rent in cash. And I guess you're thinking that this means you get in my knickers" she finished. "Um, no...." he said, confused. "Well, you might or you might not. The point is don't assume anything. I'm your landlady and you will treat me with the respect I deserve. If I decide to let you take things further, then it's exactly that; my decision. So don't bring up the subject of fucking on any level, unless I bring it up, okay?" she went on. "Um, yeah...." he said, a little deflated and confused now. "Just think of this as first base. You're at first base down there and when and if I decide, you will move to 2nd base. If you really want to move to 2nd base, then all you have to do is make sure you do everything to convince me you have excelled at 1st base. Think you can do that?" she said, becoming more turned on herself at the thought of controlling her lodger. "If, if that's what it takes" he said. "Good. Now lick me like you mean to leave 1st base" she said and settled back for one of the best orgasms she'd had for a while. Of course, there was no need to inform him of that; if anything he would be told to start improving. Half an hour later, Sarah slumped off his face and rolled off him. She asked him to leave her to rest and shut the door, promptly dozing off. When she awoke an hour later, she came out to find he had cleaned the bathroom and kitchen. This power trip was really working! Feeling horny again, she decided if she was going to have him at her beck and call, she couldn't show too much praise. Perhaps a slight criticism of the cleaning or more interestingly maybe she could steer him to start viewing her orgasms as something he should be grateful for, as a 'route' to 2nd base. She was getting turned on just thinking about his cock and how eager he would be to fuck her. How long would she last before she took him to the next level and fucked him? One thing that wouldn't change was the fact that she was his landlady. And as such, the house rules would always have to be obeyed. A few days later, nothing more had occurred between them. He was usually home straight from work or straight after the gym, so there was no hint of him disobeying her regarding another girl. It wasn't until Friday night, after a drink with the girls that she returned, slightly drunk again but still in control of her faculties. She undressed; got ready for bed then went to his room, wearing only a t-shirt. He was in bed, the light off; although it wasn't clear if he was sleeping. As he awoke from his sleep, he could feel a weight pressing down on him again. Coming fully awake, he was her silhouette above him. She was poised above his face and then her pussy came down onto his mouth. Although tired, he stuck out his tongue and licked, bringing a shiver from her thighs. She began to slowly grind on him, occasionally slowing down but mostly keeping pace with the actions of his tongue. In less than 20 minutes, she reached orgasm, sighing and groaning as she slowed down her use of his face. "I'm going to get a lot better at that and so are you" she declared, moving off him and standing up. "You can wake me up in the morning, I assume you know how I expect you to wake me?" she quizzed. "Yes Sarah" he said, in no doubt that he was to be between her thighs. "Yes Miss Fisher" she corrected. "Yes Miss Fisher" he repeated. The next morning, Sarah's eyes opened to the pleasant sensation of having a tongue caressing her slit. She smiled to herself, pretty sure he must have been down there at least 15 minutes, yet she had just woken up. Stretching a little, she lounged back on the pillow, listening to the sounds of his laboured breathing below. She could get used to waking up like this, certainly at the weekends if nothing else. Adjusting her legs a little, she brought her crotch up higher, forcing his head to drop down a bit until his tongue was caressing her asshole. He was very good at this too and his oral ministrations of her pussy indicated he was becoming adept at making the pleasure last longer. Peeking under the covers, she could see the sweat on his face, mingled with her juices. It was hot under there and he looked to be labouring. That was no real concern to her though and she let the covers drop back, enjoying the rimming he was valiantly trying to give her. With a subtle twist of her hips, she soon had his mouth caressing her slit again, as he attempted to push his tongue as deeply as possible into her cunt. "Take your time, I'm still a bit sleepy" in her matter of fact tone she used when addressing him. He responded by slowing down slightly, taking her lips in his mouth, sucking them, placing kisses on her slit then licking inside it again. He was a fit young man anyway and she saw no reason he should struggle with something so enjoyable. Well, enjoyable for her at the very least. Landlady Naresh got on to the bus that was going to the small town that he had been posted to. Lakhanpur, a place he had never heard of, was eons away from the urban environment inhabited by him prior to his present course in life. Naresh was going away for the first time from his parents who were in Delhi, a place he had spent a good part of his life in. They had provided him with a reasonable amount of money in order that he never felt any immediate need for it till his first salary. Naresh was excited and apprehensive all at once. This was his first job and the posting in Lakhanpur was for a period of 6 months in the nature of apprenticeship where he would learn the nuances of his job in a small branch of his company. His only encounter with small towns was when he went past them on bus journeys from Delhi to nearby places or on the trip he made to Goa from Bombay. He had to report only on Wednesday, but had come here on the previous Saturday to acquaint himself with the place and search for suitable accommodation. There was no reservation on the bus and he went to a seat next to that occupied by a middle aged grey haired lady with a pleasant face, who made place for him. Naresh got into his seat and waited for the bus to start. The seats were not very wide and he could feel the lady's body as he sat next to her. The journey was for around 3 hours and the lady asked him his name. Naresh struck up a conversation with her easily and soon they were chatting away. He found out that the lady was also going to Lakhanpur where she lived in her own house. Apparently her husband had died about five years ago and had left her enough to live comfortably. When she learnt that Naresh was going to join a job there, she was happy. Naresh started calling her aunty and she referred to him as Beta (Son in Hindi). Aunty suggested that he stay in her house, in the spare room with bath, while he was in Lakhanpur. It was big enough and nobody else was there anyway. Aunty had no children and no guests came to her place. The only person who came to her house everyday was the maid and she was away till Monday. Naresh was happy to accept, especially since the hotels in Lakhanpur were not known for comfort or cleanliness. Soon enough the bus came to a halt at Lakhanpur and they got off. Naresh hailed an autorickshaw and they got on to it and the driver took them to Aunty's place. Naresh helped aunty off the rickshaw and carried her luggage and his into the house, ignoring her protestations. Aunty was around 54 years of age and around 5'5' in height, tall for an Indian woman. As she led the way into her house, Naresh noticed that she was a little plump although not to the point of being fat. She showed Naresh his room and suggested that he could shower and get changed, while she prepared food for both of them. Naresh had travelled a long way, by train followed by bus and was happy to bathe and cleanse himself of the grime from the journey. He also shaved and felt much better. After changing into a loose Kurta and Pyjama, he came out of the room. Aunty had made a nice lunch of chapattis and some vegetables and dal cooked with spices. Naresh was pleased that he was getting a home cooked meal in Lakhanpur, a luxury he never expected. Aunty insisted on serving him and then she served herself. While he was being served, he felt her breasts against his shoulder once or twice. Naresh complimented her on the meal and he could see Aunty was pleased though she insisted that it was nothing. After they finished eating, he helped her clean up the table and to keep the food in the kitchen. Aunty told him to come to her room after the meal. She had since removed her sari and was clad only in a petticoat and a blouse. Naresh was a little nonplussed but did not comment. As if reading his mind, Aunty told him that she normally dressed like this at home, as it was a little hot. Naresh noticed that her breasts and backside were quite prominent and that she did not appear to be wearing a bra. She asked him to sit on the bed and even lie down if he felt like it. She enquired about his studies and his job. She asked him whether he was married and he shook his head. She said, "Aap kab shaadi karna chaahte ho? (when do you want to get married) Naresh said, "Teen saal ke baad!" (after three years) She asked, "Tab tak kya karoge?" (what will you do till then) Naresh answered somewhat naively, " Bin Shaadi ke rahoonga. Akhir jaldi bhi kya hai?" (shall stay unmarried. What's the hurry anyway?) But she persisted, " Arrey Naresh beta, shaadi ke bina life kucch nahi hai." (There is no life without marriage son.) Aunty then asked him, "Kya tumhari koi khas hai?" (do you have someone special?) Naresh said, "Nahi, abhi nahi." (No, not now) Aunty said, "Kabhi kisi ladki se ishq kiya hai?" (Have you loved any girl?) Naresh blushed and nodded. "Arre beta, isme sharmane ki kya baat hai?" (What is there to be shy in this matter) "Accha yeh batao, tune uske saath kuch kiya, matlab picture le gaye ya kahin ghumne gaye..?" (did you take her out to a movie or somewhere else?) Again Naresh only nodded. Aunty told him, "Beta, aise sharmaoge toh tumse kuch nahi hoga!" (If you are so shy, you will not be able to do anything!) Naresh said "Chodiye na aunty, kuch aur baat karte hain." (Let go aunty, let's talk something else.) Aunty said, "Baad me baat karthe hain. Beta mere liye ek kaam karoge?" (Let's talk later. Can you do me a favor son?) "Haan Aunty, kya karna hai?" (Yes Aunty what is to be done?") Aunty said "Mere kamar aur pair me me todi dard hai, zara maalish kar doge?" (I am having a little pain in my waist and legs, can you massage me?) Naresh agreed and Aunty lay down on her stomach. She hitched up her petticoat a little so that Naresh could access her legs. Naresh started with her feet and massaged them. Aunty asked him to go a little higher and he massaged her ankles and then her calves. As he kept going higher he could see her thighs and glimpses of her pubic area as well as her vast backside. Naresh was getting aroused and his prick started hardening. Aunty also seemed to be enjoying his ministrations and asked him to massage her bit higher each time. She lifted her petticoat almost upto her ass and Naresh continued massaging her. Aunty then said, "Beta ab mere kamar ko bhi daba de." (Now massage my waist) Aunty loosened her blouse and asked him to rub her waist and Naresh complied. Aunty was still lying on her stomach and Naresh started massaging her midriff. Aunty asked him to go a little higher and he was now massaging her shoulder blades and her shoulder area. She had unbuttoned her blouse and Naresh could rub her bare flesh in the back area. However, since she was lying face down, her breasts were not exposed. Shortly afterwards Aunty told him to stop and turned around and was now on her back. As she had not buttoned up her blouse, Naresh could see her breasts and her nipples. Aunty did not fail to notice him looking at her tits and said, "Beta, tumne kisi aurat ko nanga dekha hai?" (Have you seen any woman in the nude?) "Nahi Aunty" said Naresh Aunty did not say anything and sat up and removed her blouse. Naresh was by now totally transfixed and he stared at Aunty's form. Aunty may have been more than 50 years old but she appeared very attractive to him. Her breasts did have a little sag but were quite big and still mostly firm. Her nipples were dark and surrounded by aureoles at least an inch in diameter. Her midriff had a few inches more perhaps than when she was younger but was still not officially a pot belly. Aunty now removed her petticoat as well and was now completely nude. Her hips were wide and her thighs were a little plump but her legs were long and that made them appear proportionate. Naresh's attention was drawn to the triangle between her thighs and he saw a growth of hair. He was definitely fully erect and the bulge was showing in the front of his pyjamas. She saw his arousal and patted the side of the bed beckoning him Naresh went as if hypnotised. He was unable to do anything but stare at her. Aunty took his hand and put it on her breast. Aunty asked him to remove his clothes and he obeyed. He came near her after climbing on the bed. She put her hand on his prick and rubbed it slowly. Aunty asked him to kiss her and Naresh did so tentatively. Aunty pulled him to her and brought her lips to his. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately. She smelt of perfumed betelnut, which she had had after the meal. Naresh was now responding and he kissed her back. He started pressing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Aunty asked him to suck on one of them and Naresh went for it like a starving infant. By then Aunty was also aroused and was making mewling noises. She asked him to suck the other nipple as well and she was getting more and more aroused. Aunty asked Naresh to kiss her body downwards. Naresh started kissing her waist and her stomach but seemed to hesitate when he encountered her cunt. Aunty told him not to hesitate and guided him to her triangle. Naresh slowly and haltingly sniffed her pubic area. Aunty encouraged him and Naresh continued kissing her there. It was not unpleasant. She asked him to suck her clitoris and he did it. Aunty was now squealing with pleasure and Naresh encouraged by her sucked her even more. Finally Aunty shuddered and came accompanied by screams. She asked Naresh to come next to her and showered his face with kisses. Aunty asked Naresh to lie down on the bed and brought her body above him. She slowly impaled herself on him and started moving up and down with her body against his. Naresh was completely overcome by the myriad sensations in his body and could not hold on very long. Aunty also came with him and both of them collapsed on the bed. Aunty now held him to herself and would not allow him to go. She thanked him for making her feel like a woman after such a long time. He could feel her body next to his and the sensation of her nakedness against him felt good. Aunty told him to be where he was and went and washed herself. She walked to the bathroom naked and came back after some time. Naresh also went to the bathroom and washed himself after using the toilet and came back. He looked at Aunty again and saw her form. Seeing her in the nude got him aroused once more and his prick started hardening. Aunty noticed the beginnings of his arousal. She said, "Beta, dubara taiyyar?" (Ready once again?) Accha ab tum mere paas aa jao. (Come next to me.) Naresh went to her and this time took the lead in kissing her on the lips. He inserted his tongue in her mouth and Aunty responded readily. Both of them continued kissing for some time and Naresh then started kissing her neck and ears. He had read somewhere that these are erogenous zones. Aunty was getting more and more aroused. She again pulled his face to hers and kissed him on his mouth. Her tongue danced in his mouth and Naresh felt her hand on his prick. By then it had grown some more and aunty started rubbing it up and down. Naresh went for her tits and sucked on her nipples, one after the other. Aunty held him close to her and started moaning. Finally she told him, "Naresh beta ab andar daal hi do." (Naresh, now just put it in.) Naresh put his prick at the entrance to her cunt and pushed. As Aunty was wet, he went in easily. Aunty opened her legs wide and asked him to push some more and he started going up and down. Once his prick came out of her hole but he quickly pushed it back in. Aunty was now lifting her body to meet his thrusts and judging from the sounds she was making, enjoying herself hugely. After about ten minutes of activity, both came together and were now totally spent. Aunty held him tight and they slept together till the evening. When they got up, Aunty looked at him with affection and in an almost maternal gesture, she ruffled his hair. Aunty told him to sleep in her room itself at night as long as he was in Lakhanpur. She kissed him once more and asked him to wash and get fresh while she made tea. By the time Naresh came out of the bathroom, Aunty had dressed and was making tea. Both had tea together with some biscuits. Aunty got busy making dinner for the two of them. At night, Aunty and he just cuddled each other and went to sleep. The next day was Sunday and they were both free. Both got up at 8 and washed and brushed. Aunty made some tea for both of them and served it to him in the kitchen. She smiled at him shyly. Naresh asked her to sit next to him and told her that he was really happy that he was staying with her. Aunty told him "Main bhi bahut khush hoon! (I am also very happy!") Aunty said "Beta tum kya chahte ho nashte ke liye?" (What do you want for breakfast?) Naresh asked for Poha, a snack made with beaten rice that is light and tasty. Aunty got busy making breakfast. As she was working in the kitchen, Naresh went behind her and snuggled up to her. He put his hands around her waist. Aunty told him to be careful as she was working on the stove. Naresh brought his hands up to her boobs and toyed with her nipples through her blouse. Aunty was pleased but in mock anger told him " Arrey tum bahut badmash ho gaye ho!" (You have become very naughty.) Naresh continued and also put his hands inside her petticoat from her waist and stroked her cunt. Aunty told him to wait for some time. Naresh was again aroused and so also Aunty. She told him to wait till they ate. Both could hardly wait for breakfast to be finished and they retired to the bedroom. Aunty took off her clothes and so did Naresh. Aunty asked him to suck on her boobs. Naresh complied happily and sucked hard on one nipple then another. Aunty was feeling really horny and spread her legs for him. Naresh went down on her and sucked at her clitoris until she came twice. She asked him to put his prick into her cunt. Both went for slow strokes and started building up speed gradually. Aunty was now lifting herself up to meet his thrusts and making noises that reflected her pleasure. Finally Naresh and Aunty came together and just collapsed in a heap. Aunty was catching her breath having got exhausted with all this activity. She told Naresh, " Beta ab saath me naha lete hain. (Let's bathe together) Both went into Aunty's bathroom together. Aunty turned on the shower and the water that came was quite warm due to the summer heat. Both went under the shower and washed each other. Naresh soaped Aunty and she soaped him paying attention to his prick and balls. Naresh soaped her tits and her ass as well as her nether region. He shoved two soapy fingers in her cunt and washed it well. Needless to say, both were quite excited and Aunty became wet, not because of the water. Naresh started getting erect again and wanted to again fuck her. Aunty bent down against the sink and asked him to screw her from behind. Naresh had not heard of this position but did so and from the noises emanating from Aunty, it was obvious that she was very excited. Aunty asked him to take her hard and Naresh went for it with the kind of vigor that a only well built and young lad could provide. Aunty also matched his thrusts and they came together after about ten minutes of furious activity. Naresh was fascinated by her big ass and the way her tits bobbled about when they were screwing. Both again washed up and dried each other. Aunty and he rested for some time after their bath. They had clothed themselves and were lying next to each other on the bed. Aunty cuddled up with Naresh and rubbed his chest slowly. Both shared vignettes of their lives. Naresh told her of his background, his school and college life and how he had come to this town after being selected by the company against tough competition. Aunty told him of her life, of marriage at 18 and living with her husband who was 18 years older than her. Of how he passed away a few years after retirement but left her well placed as he had some ancestral wealth as well as some savings from his job. They had lived frugally as was the norm with the Indian middle class. Aunty also told him that she had not had sex with any man other than her husband, until Naresh that is. Her husband had stopped having sex with her after retirement and even the sex they had before that was sporadic at best. Aunty told him that she had kept her sex drive suppressed and somehow was tempted when she saw him on the bus and found that he was going to Lakhanpur. She asked him not to tell anyone about their affair. She also told him that while she would not collect any rent from him, he should tell anyone who asked him that he was paying a thousand rupees for the room and bath. Naresh promised and intended to keep his word. Aunty also told him that when the maid came the next day, he should stay in his room and even muss up the bed for adding verisimilitude to the deception. Apparently the maid lived in a small portion just outside the main compound which also belonged to Aunty. Naresh helped Aunty to prepare lunch and they ate it together. Naresh told Aunty that she was a very good cook and that pleased her no end. After lunch both rested and slept but had no sex. At night Naresh lay next to Aunty who had her back to him and started playing with her boobs. She giggled like a schoolgirl and said "Badmash!" (Rascal!) She turned around and faced him and asked him to suck her boobs after removing her blouse. Naresh asked her to remove her petticoat as well and she did it readily. He wanted to see her whole body and examined her from top to toe. He put his hands on her ample derriere and stroked it. He made her face away from him and continued doing so. Aunty seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting. Aunty lay down on her stomach, placed a pillow under her tummy and asked him to play with her pussy. Naresh found that she was getting wet and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She got more excited and asked him to fuck her with his fingers. Naresh went back and forth with his fingers and Aunty came at least twice. She asked Naresh to lie down and sucked him. Naresh had never experienced anything like the blow job she gave him. When he was about to come she stopped and impaled herself on him. She asked him to play with her boobs while she was on top of him and french kissed him. Naresh had a fleeting thought that for a small town lady, she was definitely a PhD in Sex. She contracted her pussy and he could feel the tightening and loosening of her vaginal muscles. Naresh was carried away by a torrent of sensations that engulfed his prick and the tactile sensations of her body touching him in several places. They were both pumping away energetically and Aunty suddenly stiffened and came with a shudder. Naresh also came and both were completely spent. Aunty turned her body and was next to him in the bed but did not let go of him. The bed was awash with their body fluids and yet neither of them wanted to let go of the other. Aunty clung to him and told him that she had never had sex with such a lot of pleasure. Apparently she and her husband had enjoyed much sex in the first years of marriage but after she was unable to conceive and slowly he also lost interest in her body though he was a loving and affectionate person and treated her with respect, not allowing anyone to say a bad word about her for not bearing a child. Aunty was now beyond the child bearing years and yet after menopause her sex drive had increased, maybe the effect of keeping it suppressed so long had uncoiled it. Aunty told Naresh that the maid would be coming for work at 8 in the morning the next day and so he should go to his room and sleep there by 7 or so. Both got up at 6 the next day and Naresh staggered sleepily into his room. He sprawled on his bed and went to sleep clad only in his boxer shorts. Around 8 he heard the bell ring and vaguely heard some sounds that signalled the maid's entrance. The maid went to Aunty's bedroom and was talking to her. Naresh could hear them talking and giggling. Landlady He quietly got up and went to Aunty's room and saw something that surprised him. The maid, whose name was Banno was fondling Aunty's boobs and Aunty had her hands under Banno's blouse. Naresh watched as Banno helped Aunty out of her clothes and also stripped. Both lay down on the same bed that Naresh had screwed Aunty. Banno was well built and her tits were at least 38". Aunty put her lips on her nipples and sucked on them. Banno fondled Aunty's boobs and sucked the nipples. After some time both were 69 ing each other and judging from the sounds they were making getting a boatload of pleasure. Soon both came. Aunty motioned Banno to silence. Naresh slipped back into his room and pretended to sleep keeping the door ajar. He saw through slit eyes Aunty peep into his room to make sure he was asleep. Aunty went away and he heard her tell Banno that he was in the house as a paying guest for a few months and to be careful in his presence. Naresh was amused at how Aunty was playing with both Banno and him and telling the one not to give a clue to the other of what was going on! At around 9 he got up and found Banno, now fully clothed, busy washing clothes. Banno was probably around 35 and was very voluptuous. Naresh observed her body which was firmer than Aunty's and very well filled out. Banno got up from her haunches and he saw that her waist was reasonably slim and her hips were nice and wide. Her tits were jutting out of her torso, and this could be seen despite the loosely clad sari pallu she had over it. After Aunty's training Naresh had become more observant and he felt an urge to fuck Banno as well. Suddenly Banno, who was hitherto looking elsewhere turned and looked at him. Naresh got a little embarrassed. But saw Banno smiling in amusement. She greeted him "Namaste Babuji!" Naresh just greeted her in silence. She said " Babuji main Banno yahan kam karthi hoon." (Sir, I am Banno and work here.) She looked at him and seemed to like what she saw. She went on to do the rest of the chores in the house. Some time later when Naresh had gone back to his room she came to sweep and mop his room. Naresh stealthily stole glances at her face and body. She just smiled and moved on. Later he heard her discussing him with Aunty who told her that Naresh was here for six months. He heard both of them exchanging some secrets, probably about him, and giggling. After some time Aunty asked Naresh to come for breakfast. Banno also ate with them but near the kitchen entrance, away from them. Banno left for the morning. She would again come in the evening to do the washing up after their lunch. Naresh had got horny after seeing Banno and went to Aunty and grabbed her around the waist from behind. Aunty could feel his hardon. She teased him and asked whether it was due to Banno. Naresh blushed and Aunty sensed his discomfiture. Naresh was too decent to mention what he saw between Banno and her in the morning. Aunty said "Koi baat nahi beta, Banno toh ekdum solid maal hai!" (Banno is quite an item!) Naresh was kissing Aunty on her neck and shoulders. His hands went round her boobs and he played with her nipples over her sari and blouse. Aunty told him to wait and went to her room. She called him there and by then had become naked. Naresh quickly took off his clothes and without any foreplay entered her. Aunty was already wet and he slid inside easily. They went about the job with vigor and came after some five minutes. Naresh stayed on her for a while and then slid next to her on the bed. They held on to each other mingling their perspiration covered bodies. Aunty kissed him gently and stroked his back with her hands. She was happy that she was getting the kind of satisfaction she had never got in her life so far. Naresh who was virgin when he came to Lakhanpur had received a crash course in sex from Aunty. He kissed Aunty back and slowly broached the topic of Banno. He told Aunty that he had seen them together in the morning. Aunty blushed and chided him for seeing them so sneakily. Naresh just kept silent. After some time Naresh asked her how she had started having sex with Banno. Aunty was hesitant at first and then opened up. Banno was hired by her about four years back and was a good maid, doing her work cleanly and competently. She was also very clean, without body odour that many maids carry around them. One day, around three months after she had hired Banno, Aunty was having a severe backache and got up with difficulty to open the door to let Banno in. Banno enquired and told her that she would massage her to make her feel better. She told Aunty to remove her sari and her blouse as she wanted to massage her back with warm oil. Banno heated some mustard oil and brought it to Aunty's room. She placed an old bedsheet on the bed and told Aunty to lie down on it. She told Aunty to loosen her petticoat as well to prevent the oil from soiling it. Banno lowered it till it was just covering Aunty's ass. Aunty felt Banno's fingers on her back doing their magic. Banno had also remover her sari and was clad in just petticoat and blouse. Slowly Banno massaged Aunty's feet and her calves, then her knees and her thighs. Banno asked Aunty whether she could massage her entire body as it would make her feel good. She told Aunty to remove her clothes and get naked. Banno also removed her blouse and petticoat and became naked. She told Aunty that the oil she used would come on to her clothes and would therefore dirty them. Aunty saw Banno's body was really voluptuous and looked surreptitiously at her tits and the rest of her, her thighs, her reasonably flat stomach and her wide hips. Banno started to massage her neck, then her back, her thighs and her knees and then started massaging her buttocks. Aunty did not resist and was in fact getting turned on by the sensations she was experiencing. She did not resist when Banno's hands crept to her cunt and she started massaging there. Slowly her fingers went into her cunt and Aunty was writhing with ecstasy. Aunty came with a shudder and Banno turned her around and kissed her on her lips. Soon both were tonguing each other. Banno massaged her tits and played with her nipples. She went down on Aunty's breasts and started sucking her nipples. Aunty came once again just from this action. She pulled Banno to her and started kissing her wildly. She squeezed Banno's tits and played with her nipples and with some hesitation placed her hand on Banno's cunt. Banno said "Malkin ghusa do apne ungali ko mere bur me" (Mistress, put your fingers into my cunt.) Aunty did just that and Banno came noisily. Both rested for a while. Aunty asked Banno where she had learnt to 'massage' like she did. Banno told her that her husband had died a few years after her marriage and she was left alone in the world as she had no kids at the age of 27. Her neighbor, Champabai, was a nice lady of about 40 years and she helped Banno find work as a maid in houses near her neighborhood. One day the lady came to Banno's house in the afternoon and saw Banno looking a little downcast. She asked her what the matter was and Banno just sighed. The lady embraced Banno and asked her not to feel sad as she was there as a friend. She sensed that Banno's feeling bad was a result of sexual longing. Slowly Champabai kissed Banno on her cheeks and held her close. After some time Champabai started stroking her back through her clothes. Banno was feeling good and getting comforted. Then Champabai brought her hands down and stroked Banno's hips. Banno was feeling a little ticklish but thought nothing more of it. Champabai slowly brought her hands on Banno's breasts and sensed some resistance from the young lady. Champabai said "Banno kucch math karo. Main tumhari pareshani samajhthi hoon. Beti, yeh sab mujhpe chod do." (Banno, do nothing. I understand your difficulty. Just leave everything to me.) Banno just surrendered and Champabai slowly removed Banno's clothes and her own. Champabai was built very well for a lady of 40+. She praised Banno's beauty and told her she had a wonderful body. She sucked Banno's nipples and then went lower and sucked on her cunt. Banno felt wave after wave of pleasure. After a while she returned the favour to Champabai and both continued the entire afternoon. Champabai's children were both daughters and were married. Hence she was alone for most of the day, her husband having gone away for work till late evening. It became a daily routine for them to spend time with each other enjoying each other's bodies and they were both very happy. Banno used to look forward to Champabai's visits to her place and sometimes would go to hers. All this changed when Champabai's husband got a better paying job in another town and they moved there. Banno and Champabai had a tearful farewell but not beforethey had a long session of farewell sex a couple of days before Champabai left. Champabai had taught Banno about how to pleasure another woman and also to pleasure herself. Banno missed her very much but like most Indian women, learnt to swallow her urges and move on in life. That was till she met Aunty and got the opportunity to revive her sex life. These stories made Naresh, whose imagination was speeding like a runaway horse, very horny. He fell on Aunty and started licking her boobs and sucking her nipples. Aunty asked him to take it easy. He put his fingers in her cunt and started moving them in and out. Aunty started moving her hips from side to side and asked him to go harder. She came with gasps and asked him to fuck her rightaway. Naresh placed his prick at the entrance of her cunt and started with slow strokes. Gradually both of them started going faster and faster and came together. Aunty did not let go of him from top of her for a long time and hwen hse did she again embraced him and put her thighs on his and kissed his face. Naresh thought the time was good to fulfil one more of his fantasies which was a threesome with Aunty and Banno. He told her about it and Aunty said that she was also looking forward to it but was scared that he might be more attracted to Banno. Naresh said, "Aise Kaise Ho sakta hai! Ab hum teenon milke rahenge!" (How is that possible? Now the three of us will stay together!) Aunty wanted to be careful as the maid used to stay in the house with her on many nights. Now she had told her to go and stay in her own portion till Naresh was in town. Any hint of her having sex with Naresh could be a delicate thing with Banno. Anyway she hit on a plan to make Banno also participate in the threesome. She told Banno that Naresh was going out of town on the same day and that she could stay with her for the night. Banno was doubtless pleased. Aunty told Naresh her plan and Naresh thought it was a good one. He stayed in his room and shut it. From the outside it seemed to be locked. Banno came to Aunty's house at around 9 in the night and both Aunty and she went to Aunty's room. Banno just hugged Aunty and smooched her. Aunty also responded and soon both were exploring each others' tonsils with their tongue. Aunty was eager to see Banno in the altogether and told her to strip while herself stripping. Banno's lush and voluptuous body was there for the picking. Aunty asked Banno to lie down on the bed and started by kissing her top down. When she came to her breasts Aunty grasped one in her hands and sucked on the other one. Banno's nipples were standing out and were at least three fourths of an inch long. Aunty kissed her navel and went down to her pussy that was sopping wet. She went down on her and licked her cunt and also sucked on her nub. Banno was going mad with desire and pleasure. She was clutching the bedsheet and egging Aunty on with a seriesof local profanities. Finally she came with a lot of sound effects and she then hugged Aunty and did not let her move. Aunty asked her to go down on her as well. Banno did not do so immediately. She slowly kissed Aunty's face and lips and her neck. She paid homage to Aunty's breats sucking hard on Aunty's nipples and then her navel. Ultimately she went down on Aunty and made her come at least twice. Naresh casually walked in on them deeply absorbed in the act and Banno was simply aghast. Aunty told her to relax and asked Naresh to join them. Naresh quickly stripped and placed himself between both and kissed the women. Banno offered her breasts to him and he took the left one first. Banno had big and shapely breasts that were very firm. Naresh put his hand on the right breats and squeezed it. Meanwhile Aunty put her hands around his body and held his prick. She started rubbing it expertly and Narsh began to lose control. He told Aunty, "Bas Karo na Aunty, main jhad jaoonga!" Aunty stopped and started playing with hs nipples.Naresh was getting more and more aroused with the bodies of both women rubbing against his. Banno chipped in and said,"Malkin, mujhe mazaa lene do na lund ka! Bahut saal ho gaye mujhe." (Madam, let me enjoy his prick first, it's been many years!) Aunty told Naresh "Chal Beta pehle Banno ko chodh phir mujhe" (First fuck Banno, then me) Banno continued feeding Naresh her boobs and Naresh was glad to suck on her humungous udders. After some time she lay back , spread her thighs and said "Naresh, ab chodh mujhe."(Naresh, now fuck me) Naresh put his prick at the entrance of her cunt and pushed. It slid in and Banno took it with a shudder. Naresh started with slow strokes and built up the tempo. Banno started lifting her ass and encouraged him with "Jara Jore se" (A little more force). She squeezed her vaginal muscles and Naresh started feeeling them contracting and expanding against his prick. He continued fucking her and both were getting more and more involved in the act. Aunty watched them and started fingering herself. Finally both came with a lot of noise and Aunty also came with them. All three hugged each other and just lay quietly on the bed. (To be continued) Landlady and Her Husband When I finished university and got my first job, I needed a place to stay in North London and advertised for a house share. I had sixteen replies, but the house nearest to my work belonged to a retired couple who thought it would be good to have help paying the bills. As they had plenty of space, they had looked for a lodger and within 2 weeks of my placing the ad, I'd moved in. Pat and John were both 65, John was medium height and slim, and was very quiet. Pat was 5' 3", busty, with a bit of a tummy and big bottom and thighs. She had curly brown hair (dyed, I suspected), and wore a lot of make up including blue, or sometimes green, eye-shadow, reminiscent of women in the 1950s. In height and build she was very much like my mother and I suppose this helped put me at ease living in this new place. I'd been living there for about 2 weeks, when one day while Pat and John were out and I was using the loo, I noticed the lid had been left off their laundry basket. I did my own washing and had therefore never had occasion to lift the lid, but today it was off. My eyes were drawn like magnets to a pair of Pat's knickers lying on the top of the dirty laundry. They were black, cotton and quite large, and I couldn't stop myself picking them up. My mind was transported back to when I was younger and still living with my parents. I would sometimes take my mum's knickers from the laundry basket and smell their heady aroma while masturbating. Sometimes I would come in the gusset before cleaning them up and replacing them in the basket. On this occasion however, I put them back and returned to my bedroom, but couldn't get Pat's knickers out of my mind. I returned to the basket and lifted them again. Underneath was a pair of tan coloured nylons stockings and I picked these up also. I went to my room, undressed and put the knickers up to my face. The smell was wonderful, and it made me think of all the times I'd wanked my cock into mum's pants at home. I wrapped the stockings round my cock, wanked it up and down, and before too long I was squirting my sticky blobs into the gusset of Pat's knickers. As I did so, I repeated Pat's name and called her some dirty names to heighten the intensity of my cum. "You dirty girl Pat, you're making me cum in your pants, dirty bitch..." When I'd finished, I cleaned the sperm out with tissue and replaced the stockings and knickers in the basket. They were still very wet, but I figured she wouldn't notice before washing them. Over the next few weeks, every time Pat and John went out I was straight up to the bathroom to see what was in the laundry. Usually, I was rewarded with a pair of worn knickers and stockings, or sometimes knickers and tan-coloured tights all rolled up together. I would always take them to my room and masturbate. I loved to smell the aroma of Pat's slit on the material, and before long I graduated to putting my tongue in them and tasting it. I always finished by squirting my filth into the gusset while saying dirty words. I'd also started to take her knickers at night after Pat had gone to bed, putting them back straight afterwards. When Pat was around, she always wore skirts that finished just above the knee, and I loved to look at her legs from behind delighting in the sight of her high heels and the nylon stockings over her big legs. I always imagined what I'd be doing with those stockings later if she was out. One day things changed completely. Pat and John had been out for the evening when they got back it was obvious Pat had been drinking quite heavily. When john went upstairs to bed she told him she'd be up shortly, and stayed in the lounge half sitting, half laying on the sofa. When she heard John close the bedroom door, she got up to follow him, and said "goodnight you naughty boy, I'll leave you a present in the usual place." My heart nearly stopped and I spluttered that I didn't know what she was talking about. She just smiled her drunken smile, leaned over me and said "don't be shy, I know what you get up to. It's OK it can be our little secret!" With that she staggered out of the room and went upstairs. My heart was pounding, and I was scared. How much did she know, and what would she do? If she'd been angry, surely she would have confronted me before. I didn't go into the laundry basket that night and vowed never to do so again. The next morning, Pat came downstairs later than usual wearing only her nightie. She was suffering a serious hangover and looked as though she was going to pass out at any moment. She sat at the breakfast table with her head in her hands, and as soon as John left the room she said "I'm sorry if I disgraced myself last night, I was very drunk. Please don't take it the wrong way". I told her it was OK, but I had no idea what she was talking about. She gave me a funny look, put her hand on top of mine in a reassuring gesture, and said "now please don't deny it, it's all OK. I'm not feeling well enough to talk about it now, but when I've recovered we should discuss it." I could do nothing but look down at the table, and as she went off back to bed and I decided that having been rumbled I would move out as soon as possible. I got the previous night's newspaper and started to look. I needn't have bothered. By lunchtime, Pat was downstairs again looking fantastic, showing her huge cleavage as usual and wearing a tight above-the-knee skirt, brown nylons over her chubby legs and sexy high heels. I smiled and said hello, and without warning she took me by the hand and led me to the sofa. We sat down and she began to speak. She told me that she and John had the typical married life of a pair of 65-year-olds, and that meant limited bedroom 'activity' as she put it. I was mortally embarrassed and could feel my face getting hotter. She explained how the problem was with John, not herself, as his drive had diminished to almost nothing over the years. However, since I had moved in she told me things had improved for them, and she was afraid that my embarrassment at what had been said the night before might lead me to want to curtail my activities, or even move out altogether. She told me neither she nor John wanted either of those things, and then she made her big confession. The undies in the bin had been put there deliberately to attract my attention as part of a game designed to fit in with John's fantasy in the hope of improving their sex life. She told me that the only way to get John even slightly aroused was for them to pretend she had been with another man and that he was getting 'seconds' afterwards. This had sustained them for a short time, but the addition of her soiled underwear to the mix helped the story along for them She admitted she was turned on by this also. At the time, she didn't go into any more detail of what they got up to with her sperm-soiled pants, tights and stockings, but my imagination ran riot. She smiled, squeezed my hand and got up from the sofa. She finished by telling me there would be a present in the usual place that night and that she and John hoped I would oblige. There certainly was. A pair of big, white cotton pants rolled up in the brown tights she'd been wearing earlier. I took them to my room, separated them, wrapped the tights round my cock and licked the cunt of Pat's panties as I masturbated. As I thought about what they might get up to with the sperm-filled knickers, I couldn't hold back, and put the gusset under my cock to catch the thick jets of sticky cum as it blobbed out into the material. I did jet after jet and produced more dirty filth than I had done for a long time. Once I'd milked every last drop, I wrapped the big cotton pants back up in the tights, and without going through my usual clean-up routine, went into the bathroom and replaced them in the basket on top of the clothes. As soon as I'd returned to my room, I heard their bedroom door open and one of them enter the bathroom. They didn't stay in there, but headed straight back to the bedroom, with the spunked knickers, I presumed. I heard nothing more, and went to sleep. I awoke the next morning to the sight of Pat standing over me with a cup of tea. She bent over me, gave me a peck on the cheek and said "Thank you, that was lovely". As the days passed, I would take her underwear from the basket at least once a day, sometimes twice at week-ends, and do my dirty cum into the material. One of my favourites was to lick the cunt of Pat's panties while masturbating into the gusset of her tights. Sometimes, I did it in the bathroom without taking them back to my room, and when I got really adventurous I would strip naked, stand over the laundry basket and wank off my stinky filth over the clothes inside. Throughout this time, Pat continued to dress sexily and was very flirtatious when I was around. In September, on John's birthday, I decided to treat them to dinner at the local pub, so took them off for an evening out. As it was about a mile away, I drove them so didn't have anything to drink. Pat and John did, however, and although John hardly said a word all evening as was his normal way, Pat was bubbly, lively, and very good company. When we got home, John went straight up to bed and Pat sat down in the lounge. When I came in, she told me she had a favour to ask. She told me I could say no if I liked and she wouldn't be offended, but proceeded to ask me what she wanted. Instead of our usual routine involving her undies in the laundry basket, would I consider 'paying her the compliment', as she put it, of 'doing my business' (her words again) on her underwear while she'd still got them on. My heart raced, my face flushed, and I had a mild panic. My first thought was what if I couldn't get a stiff cock with her looking? She could see my surprised expression, and tried to reassure me it was OK. I asked what on earth would John say, and wouldn't he object quite strongly? She smiled, leaned over to me and told me to was his idea. "Why does he want me to do that?" I asked stupidly and innocently. "Because he likes the taste of your sperm on my pants," came her reply. Now I was really shocked! This was tantamount to being gay!! "He does what, I spluttered?" "You know, he likes to lick me when you've done your stuff. It's what turns him on." Now I thought about it, all the times I was spraying my mucky filthy stink in her panties, John was licking it all up!! This was too weird for a 21 year old fresh from university! She moved across the sofa to be closer to me, put her hand on my cheek and kissed me fully with her open mouth. I could feel her wrinkly lips on mine, and taste her thick lipstick with my tongue. She put her hand on my trousers, and I need have had no worries -- I was as stiff as a board straight away. She sat back, lifted her skirt over her big thighs and hips and opened her legs giving me a spectacular view of her brown tights and big white knickers stretched tightly over her cunt area. "Take your thing out and come on me just there my darling," she said, stroking herself between the legs. I looked at her sexy high heels, muscular calves and her fat thighs while I took out my penis and started to wank it up and down. "That's it my darling, come down there for me," she encouraged, and continued with "do it for me, cum your stuff on me, just there on my tights, you dirty boy". When I came, I leaned over her, put one hand on the back of the sofa and squirted a big dollop right in the middle of her gusset, then did blob after blob all over the area between her big fat thighs. "Oooh, that's it, do it on me", she said, "you dirty boy, you dirty little boy..". Her encouragement only heightened my ecstasy, and when I'd finished, she stood up, hitched her skirt up around her waist and headed off up stairs to see John. This was just fantastic, I'd never had such an amazing string of experiences as I was having with these two, and I vowed that before too long I was going to get a really good fuck from this dirty old lady Pat. There were no undies in the laundry that night, and to be honest I was too tired to oblige anyway. The next day however was different. It was a Saturday morning, a day when I usually had a lie in and John normally got up to do things around the house and garden. I normally bumped into Pat in her night things in the kitchen at around 9:00. This particular Saturday morning however, Pat was not in the kitchen, only John. When I came downstairs dressed only in my dressing gown, John spoke quietly to me. "Pat would like to see you, could you just pop into the bedroom please?" My heart raced once more, but I hardly dared to think whether she was going to give me the come-on or tell me what a mistake she'd made the night before. I shouldn't have worried, as when I entered her room she was sitting up in bed, propped up by pillows. She gave me a big smile and told me to come and stand around her side of the bed next to her. I obliged, and stood next to her and smelt the same heady perfume I remembered from the night before. As I stood there, she slid down the bed, took my hand and put it down under the bed sheets. I felt her legs part wide, and my hand go down in between her wobbly thighs and over her cunt. It was wet and had a light covering of wispy hair. I rubbed my middle finger up and down her wet slot, eventually resting on her clit and massaging it side-to-side. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips with pleasure, and at the same time reached out to grab my cock. It was standing up under my dressing gown, and she looked at it, and slowly wanked it up and down, expertly leaving my foreskin over the head as she did so. Almost immediately, she reached behind her head and threw her pillows to the floor, then lay back, threw off the duvet and opened her legs as wide as they would go. I dropped my dressing gown to the floor and she drew me on to of her. The end of my prick slipped easily into her wet cunt while I kissed her open mouth, licking her tongue with mine as I fucked my stiff one in and out of her. She raised her big legs around me and I drew my knees up around her fat thighs. My pace increased and before too long I was shooting my spunk up into her big belly. God, it was so good, her cunt muscles tightened around my penis and held me while I finished off my last few squirts. She kissed me and with a big smile said thank you. Then she said "Now my love, if you go downstairs, John would like to come in for a little fun". Who was I to argue? As I opened the door to leave, still doing up my dressing gown, John pushed past me and closed the door behind him. I stood outside on the landing wondering what he was doing, and imagined him between Pat's legs licking my spunk from her sloppy cunt. I moved to go downstairs, but hesitated. I went back and put my hand on the door handle, hesitating and wondering if I dared open it. I decided to abandon caution, after all they could only tell me to leave! I opened the door and saw pretty much what I expected. Pat was lying on her back with her fat arse at the end of her bed and her legs in the air. She had her eyes closed and was tweeking both her nipples between her fingers as John knelt on the floor licking away at her clit with his tongue. Pat's lips were pursed and she was whispering "Ooooh, fuck me, fuck me, you cunt, you dirty cunt". John was masturbating his floppy, pathetic cock as he licked her, but saw me immediately I went in. He glanced up only momentarily and went straight back to Pat's spermy slot, moaning with his own pleasure. He immediately started to shoot his meagre spunk out of his floppy cock, while Pat, still with her eyes closed, pulled hard on her nipples and started spunking up to her own cumshot. She bucked up and down on the bed in her moment of cum, and eventually subsided and opened her eyes to see me watching. As Pat and John finished their climaxes, she moved up the bed and he moved to lay beside her. She smiled and said "Hello my sexy darling, did you like watching us?" I told her I did, and she invited me to lay alongside her opposite John. I lay down and she put her hand straight down onto my stiffening penis. I put my hand on her breast and gently fingered her nipple as her husband looked down and watched my cock getting hard, wanking his own floppy member as he did so. I slipped on top of Pat and fucked it up her cunt hole again as John looked on, wanking himself in his floppy, pathetic way. As I'd recently come, I was able to carry on for quite a while without finishing off in her, and Pat spunked off to another woman cum of her own while I was pumping my cock up there. When her cum had subsided, she kissed me fully on the mouth and then whispered in my ear that she wanted me to finish off over her cunt and belly while her husband licked her. I stopped my fucking rhythm straight away and looked at her then at John lying alongside. Pat just smiled and John said "Yes please, if that's alright with you". Suddenly I wasn't sure about this as John would be at close quarters to my cock and that really wasn't something I'd thought of as an option. Pat lifted her fat legs high in the air and wide open and I sat up on my knees with my prick still up her wet fuck slot. As I did so, Pat started fingering her nipples again and saying filthy things to me like "come on you filthy little cunt, cum on me, cum on my dirty hole, do it on my wet cunny hole, come on, do it you dirty little boy, you dirty little cunt fucker..." and so on, going on and on with dirtier language than I've ever heard before. She knew what effect it would have on me and before too long I was able to withdraw my stiff one from her hole and wank it off to a spunk shot. As I aimed between her big, fat thighs right at the middle of her cunt slot, John went down with his head, placing himself just above her belly with his tongue just touching the tip of her clit. He flicked away at her as I shot my first full load of dollops down her slot. It blobbed off all over her cunt flesh and ran down her arse hole onto the bed, and I shot squirt after squirt on her. As it hit her cunt and clit, John moved down with his tongue to lick the disgusting blobs into het clitty. More and more got licked up with his tongue and he deposited it all on her cunt button and licked it in. Soon she was cumming again and raised her arse off the bed to press her cunt into Johns spermy tongue. John licked, slurped and swallowed until Pat could take no more and pushed him off. She was exhausted, and closed her eyes with a huge smile on her face and went to sleep. I was invited to join them many more times after that, and as time progressed, john found himself able to become stiff enough to stick his cock up Pat's cunt so he could finish up her. To do this, John had to watch me fucking Pat and then had to watch me spunk off on her at such close quarters that he could either lick it straight off her, or catch some of it in his mouth as I wanked it out of my cock. I became quite used to the sight of John licking and swallowing my cum, and Pat seemed to enjoy this too. If she'd not cum with me inside her, she would finger her clit and nipples while I wanked, bringing herself to a spunk as I came on her, often using her own brand of filthy language to heighten the experience for us all. She loved to be licked before and after being fucked and John and I both did this for her. John loved to lick her after I'd done my load in her cunt, and I sometimes did the same after John had done his filth up in the same place. The taste of sperm and Pat's cum juice became normal in our love making sessions. Eventually, we got to the stage where I unloaded a full cock-load of sperm straight into John's open mouth as Pat masturbated herself and shouted filthy words at us for encouragement. We only did this once and I was too uncomfortable to repeat it, but I will never forget the experience, and often think about it even now when I masturbate myself. Landlady and Her Husband Eventually, my work took me away from London and I moved out. I visited occasionally and we had some very sexy times, but my visits became fewer and eventually stopped. I met a girl who I eventually married, and interestingly she's quite a bit older than me and built just like Pat with a round belly and big fat thighs which I love, especially when she wears stockings. I have told my wife (Caroline) all about Pat and John and she loves to hear my stories as a prelude to sex, or while she masturbates to a cum with her fingers. A coupe of years ago, John died and I went to the funeral with Pat. Afterwards, I took her home, and we made love in her bedroom. We fucked gently, and we both came, but when we'd finished she held me tightly and gently cried on my shoulder. I didn't see her again after that, but Caroline and I still enjoy the stories of my time with Pat and John.