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The Grannies

By: Ashson



I was hitchhiking home from uni for the long spring break. It's a cheap way to travel and you get to see a bit of the country. I know. I've heard all the arguments. It's dangerous. You never know who you might meet. People vanish when they go hitchhiking.

Geez. Give me a break. It's just as dangerous in the city. Probably even more so. How many times do you get drive-by shootings out in the country? All the yahoos are in the city. Far more victims for them.

This doesn't mean I take foolish chances. I check out my lifts and only accept rides from women or cars with families. I somehow doubt some guy is going to be overcome with lust with his wife sitting next to him. Could happen, but I'm willing to take those sort of odds.

My latest lift was a no-brainer. Two old grannies in a car that looked older than them, if that was possible. They looked at me, standing there smiling and hitching a ride, and tut-tutted between themselves. Then the one nearest me wound down her window a little and asked where I was going.

I told her my ultimate destination and she just nodded, as though to indicate that she'd heard of the big city and wasn't surprised that a young woman would be hitching in that direction. Finally she got to the point of offering a ride.

"We're going as far as Penston, dearie. It's about fifty miles down the road. You can come with us if you like."

I liked. I hopped in and we all introduced ourselves. The two old women were Mabel and Gertie. Sisters. 

"But everyone calls us Granny and Auntie," said Mabel. "I'm Granny. You might as well call us that. It's what we're used to."

"I'll do that, Granny," I said politely. "My name's Sally."

I told them a little more about myself, as they seemed really interested. Twenty, not married, living with my parents when I'm not at uni. Doing a course in Graphic Design.

We drove off towards Penston. For an old lady, Granny drove fast. I kept expecting a cop to pull us over. Auntie must have noticed the way I looked at the speedo, because she gave a little cackle.

"Worried about us getting a ticket, lovie?" she asked.

I just gave a little shrug. Granny on the other hand snorted.

"I'd like to see the day that our Brian tries to give me a ticket. I'd give him what-for, I would."

After that the two old ladies started talking about our Jason. They were worried that he might be getting sickly. Apparently he hadn't been to his workshop for two days, just staying at home and wandering around. The way they described it I suspected that some poor old man was starting to develop dementia, but I didn't have the heart to suggest it.

"Have you had a doctor out to see him?" I asked.

This suggestion was met with derisive snorts from both the old girls.

"Doctor," sneered Auntie. "Nothing a doctor can do that we can't do better."

"Right," agreed Granny. "We know how to cheer our Jason up. He'll be fine by tomorrow."

It wasn't long and we were approaching Penston. 

"Well, we're here, dearie," said Granny. "Before you go on into the town you must stop and have a cup of coffee and some cake. Give you the energy for the day."

I didn't really want to put them to the trouble, but Granny insisted, Auntie backed her up and I was thirsty. So we pulled up to this big old house and I went in with them.

The two old dears practically skipped into the house, glad to be home, while I followed more sedately. As soon as we were inside, Auntie slammed the door with a bang and Granny was calling out loudly.

"Jason. You there, Jason? We're home. Jason."

Through Granny's yelling I heard a door close and then this monster was coming down the passageway. I almost screamed when I first saw it. Then some light from a window hit him and I realised it was a man. A big man. Huge. Six foot six at least, with shoulders like a bull. If this was Jason, and he was feeling poorly, I'd hate to meet him when he was well.

"Granny, Auntie," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "I sort of guessed you were home when the door closed. You don't need to slam it, you know. I have fixed it so it works properly."

"I know, Jason," said Auntie. "I just forget at times."

"Enough of that," snapped Granny. "In case you hadn't noticed, we have a guest. Her name is Sally. Sally, this is Jason, my Grandson."

I nodded politely and held out my hand, wondering if I'd get it back. Jason took hold of it firmly but gently. No broken bones or crushed fingers.

"We found Sally hitch-hiking. I said to Auntie that she's just the thing and Auntie agreed. We've noticed that you've been a bit out of sorts lately, not going to your workshop or anything and we knew just what you needed to snap you out of it. Her. Why don't you take the silly tart down to your room and fuck the daylights out of her. You'll feel so much better afterwards. We'll go and put the kettle on for some coffee afterwards."

With that astounding suggestion, Granny and Auntie waltzed happily off towards what I assumed was the kitchen. I tried to snatch my hand out of Jason's so that I could run, but his hold was a lot tighter than I'd realised.

"Relax," he said with his deep rumbling voice. "If you do a runner the old girls will get all excited and may even chase after you. Not good for them at their age. I find it's always best to just humour them. Just come on down to my room for a few moments. You'll be fine."

With that he ambled back down the hallway, towing me behind him. He took me into what proved to be a large bedroom. Half the room was taken up by a king size bed, and even that looked as though it might be a bit small for him. Apart from the standard dresser and wardrobe there was also a desk with a PC on it.

The PC was on, and there was a really fine wardrobe displayed on the screen. I must have looked a little surprised at Jason's choice of viewing material, because he noticed and laughed.

"I'm a carpenter," he told me. "I use a CAD program to design new pieces. Right now all my back orders are up to date and I've been spending the last few days in here, designing new stuff. I always sell originals, and only one of each. I would have been back in the workshop tomorrow anyway. Now Granny will attribute it to your healing powers."

Did he have to mention that? He knew damn well that Granny would attribute it to his having got laid. I couldn't help casting a nervous glance towards his groin. Just how big was this guy?

Then I was blushing fiercely as he laughed at me. 

"I'm just average," he said. "I'm naturally big boned which accounts for my stature but, apart from that, I'm average."

I pointedly ignored the comment, turning back towards the computer.

"That cupboard is a work of art," I told him. "Could I see some of the other things you've designed?"

"No problems," He said, sitting down at the desk. A few flicks of his fingers and he was slowly paging through some quite amazing furniture. I was impressed.

"OK, then," he said, standing up again. 

He stretched and boy, there was a lot of him to stretch. Unfortunately, when he brought his arms down one of them went around my waist and picked me up as though I was a child. One moment I was standing there and then I was tucked under his arm, head hanging down behind him looking at his bottom and my bottom in front, having my shorts, tights and panties peeled off.

I was kicking my legs but that wasn't doing any good. Neither was trying to beat at the back of Jason's legs. He just ignored all that and took my lower clothes right off.

"What do you think you're doing?" I howled at him, enraged.

"Going along with Granny's suggestion, of course. I told you I like to humour her. Feel free to squeal. Granny will be expecting that."

"What?" I shrieked.

Jason somehow or other spun me around and now my top half was in front of him while my naked bottom half was kicking helplessly behind him. Jason was calmly peeling of my top and bra. He didn't even bother to undo the bra. Just dragged it up and over my breasts. And it was deliberate. He was watching them, slowing down as he peeled my things off so he could watch my breasts pop free. Bastard.

Naked, I was tossed onto the bed.

"Come on, Jason," I protested. "You're not really going to rape me, are you?"

"Just following Granny's instructions," he told me, plainly amused. "And it won't be rape."

"It damned well will be," I snapped.

He shook his head, smiling. 

"Not so," he said. "I've got two witnesses who will swear blind that you were willing. Hell, they'll probably be willing to swear that they sat on the end of the bed and watched to make sure you didn't take unfair advantage of me."

I just sat on the bed and glowered at him. He was right, damn it. Those two old biddies would finish up making me look like the Whore of Babylon if they thought they needed to.

While I was sitting, glowering, Jason was getting undressed. When he dropped his trousers and I saw his equipment my mouth just dropped open.

"You lied to me," I said hoarsely. "You said you were average."

"I am," he protested. "For people my size, this is average."

It was probably average for a horse or bull, too. It might even be able to give points to a jackass and win. I was shocked.

I was just sitting, staring, and Jason was laughing.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "You'll find that as long as you relax and cooperate you'll be able to handle me without any problems. You can do that, can't you? Just lie down and relax and let me handle things for you."

"You mean don't try to fight you off or struggle to stop you raping me?"

"Now you've got it. If you're wriggling and struggling there's a chance that I might accidently hurt you, and neither of us want that. Just lie there and enjoy what comes your way."

So if I struggle and get hurt it's my fault. But if I just lie quietly and let him take me then it's not rape because I'm letting him do it. What the hell. I probably couldn't prove rape anyway with Granny and her cohort eager to tell the cops it wasn't. I still remembered that reference to our Brian when cops were mentioned.

All I could do was lie back and direct killing looks at him, hoping one would take effect.

Jason settled on the bed next to me and I waited nervously for what was to come. I was biting my lip. No matter what he said I was sure that I was going to get hurt. He leaned over and nibbled very lightly on my nipple. 

I nearly screamed, it was so unexpected. I did make some sort of sound, but I couldn't say what. I could feel my breast swelling slightly and my nipple standing proud. His hot breath moved lightly over me and then my other nipple was being tasted. Back and forth between them he went, tasting first one, then the other, and then back to the first. He lifted his head and blew softly, and I could feel my nipples crinkling as his warm breath played across the wetness of my nipples, chilling them.

I was already breathing hard and Jason hadn't really done anything. His hands came up, capturing my breasts and massaging them, the hard nubs of my nipples rolling around under his palms. Why, I wondered, was I feeling the heat deep in my groin when he hadn't even touched me there? I shuddered slightly as he dragged a hand across my breasts, and I could feel that movement echoing inside my mound.

His mouth moved up over my chest, along my throat, up onto my face. Butterfly kisses, we used to call them, when my father would cover my face with tiny little kisses. They always made me feel safe and loved. Now that same sort of kiss was having a strangely erotic effect on me. I was breathing hard, tilting my head back and forth, feeling Jason's mouth dancing around on my face, my throat, and then on my breasts again.

His mouth continued to move down. I could feel his tongue licking me lightly as he moved, pausing for a second to dip his tongue into my navel. Then on it went.

More butterfly kisses, but oh god, they weren't on my face. Across my mons, and I cursed the whim that had made me shave it clean that morning. On it went, little kisses on my labia, Jason's tongue darting back and forth, pressing against and into my slit, tasting me, exciting me, preparing me.

His head lifted, moving back up to my breasts, but his hands remained below, exploring all the places his tongue had gone. Now his fingers were stroking me, moving in unison to the way Jason was teasing my breasts. A nip on a nipple performed at the same time as a finger slid inside me and all was confusion. I couldn't separate one feeling from another, and they were all joining up and telling me something. I just didn't know what.

I was liquid beneath Jason's touch now. I couldn't have resisted if I'd tried. Helpless, all I could do was lie there, letting Jason work his devious will upon me.

When he pushed my legs further apart and settled between them I didn't care. I could see his erection hovering above me, and what was that to me? Dreamily I watched as Jason moved my lips further apart and eased his erection into me. That was right. It was what had to happen. I watched, relishing the feel of him inside me.

I felt myself starting to push up against Jason, wanting to help drive his cock deep inside me. I got a surprise. Jason backed away a little.

"Slowly, sweetheart," he murmured. "Just leave it to me for now. Your turn is coming."

I relaxed again, feeling Jason advancing once again. He was inside me. I could feel him there, steadily growing, swelling, filling me. I was whining. I could hear myself, but I didn't care. He was taking too long. I needed him. Again Jason was calming me, making me relax, making me accept the slow way he was taking me, and all the time his cock was expanding in me, stretching me and making itself at home.

Have you ever sat down to a large meal and eaten your fill? Afterwards you sit back, tummy full, and you're replete. That's how I was feeling right then, where Jonas was concerned.

Have you ever been in that position where you're full but good manners (or greed) makes you take just a little more. An after dinner mint. A bit of cheese. A nibble.

After you do that you're no longer comfortably full. You find yourself becoming uncomfortably full and you're muttering 'no more' to yourself. I'd reached that point with Jason and his erection. I was starting to writhe a little, but he was still coming.

Gently soothing words kept washing over me, but at the same time Jason was still coming into me. When he finally stopped moving I thought I was full to the bursting point.

"Just relax now and take it easy," Jason tells me. "We'll just wait like this for a little while."

Relax? Take it easy? I'd love to see Jason being relaxed and easy-going if some kind soul would thoughtfully shove a baseball bat up his arse. 

The wait part I could go along with. I was in no hurry to do anything. Except leave. That I wouldn't mind. All those lovely feelings I'd been having had gone into hiding, scared away by Jason and his weapon. So I waited.

After a little while it seemed to me that Jason wasn't really all that large. I was handling what he had, wasn't I? All those feelings I had had were slowly creeping out of hiding, gathering inside me and admiring Jason and his weapon. I found myself starting to shift restlessly. I was tired of waiting.

My restlessness was apparently the signal Jason was waiting for. He pulled back and then slid smoothly back in, sending a shudder through me. Not a horrified shudder. More of an 'oh my god – do that again' kind of shudder. And he did do it again.

Jason was finally settling down to really fuck me. He was still moving slowly and smoothly as he slid his cock back and forth inside me, tormenting me. Slow as he was however, I could feel the promise of things to come. Each stroke was just that little harder than the one before. Each new stroke seemed to go more easily and be more welcome. I was pushing up to meet him, eager for him. "What the hell were you worried about?" my pussy seemed to whisper. "I can handle this."

Of their own accord, my legs rose to close around Jason. Well, maybe not around him but definitely closing upon him, trying to pull him in as I pushed up. Jason was putting some effort into it now, banging into me hard and fast and I was appreciating every thrust. I was gasping and making funny little sound as I struggled to keep up with him. If you're going to be raped then the smart thing to do is to pick a good rapist, and oh god, Jason was good.

There was nothing fancy about the way Jason was taking me. Once under way he just proceeded to give a straightforward, stick it in and pump, type of fuck. And it was wonderful. He pounded my pussy good and proper and my pussy responded, lapping it up and asking for more. 

Our bodies banged against each other. And banged again and again. Jason had to have been a wonderful carpenter, because that bed held up through quite a bit of stress. 

Towards the end I was panting and gasping and begging. The panting and gasping I could understand. The begging irritated me, but I just couldn't help it. I wanted more. I was flying high and wanted to go higher and Jason was the one who was going to help me reach those heights.

I could feel my climax swishing around inside me, steadily building, threatening to wash over me and carry me away at any moment. Then Jason moved even faster and my climax was no longer a threat but a promise and the promise crashed upon me while I screamed and clung to him.

Afterwards I had my coffee and some teacake, glowering at Granny and Auntie and not speaking to the miserable old biddies. They seemed pleased that Jason was relaxed, confident that they'd provided the correct medicine. 

After coffee Jason told Granny that he was going to drive me as far as Jacksonville. She didn't say a word, just watched us drive off.

Driving to Jacksonville I didn't have much to say either. I did finally ask the one question on my mind, just as we were driving in to Jacksonville.

"Do your Granny and Auntie often drag women home for your entertainment?"

Jason laughed. 

"No. This is a first, but I will say they showed good taste."

Jason pulled into a motel. Quite an upper-class one, too. More than I'd normally want to pay.

"Don't worry about paying for it," Jason said. "I'll cover it as recompense for the shameful way that Granny acted."

He must have seen the look on my face. Granny had only offered me as a virgin sacrifice. Maybe not virgin, but how would she know? Jason was the one who'd picked up the sacrifice and run with it.

"I know. You probably think I acted shamefully, as well. And what's worse, once you're in your room I'm going to take off your clothes and act shamefully again. It's a hard life, isn't it?"

Jason booked and paid for the room in advance and the entire time he was doing it I was telling myself, "He won't. Not really. He's just teasing."

I didn't really believe what I was telling myself. I knew I was going to have to suffer through another ravishment. Like he said, it's a hard life, but I thought I could cope.

The Grannies Next Door



I have several times tried and failed to write convincingly as a man. The necessary nuance and authenticity always seemed to hover beyond my reach and I was never quite satisfied with the result. I think now I might finally have done it but I'll await your judgment on that matter. I hope you enjoy the story and I earnestly welcome all comments, favorable and otherwise. 

I'm a draftsman by trade. I've worked for various architectural and contracting firms over the years, helping them to get their plans on paper. I guess because I have an eye for details and because I'm good with my hands, I'm also a pretty fair handyman. That's lucky for me because it gives me some hold-over money while I'm between drafting jobs like I am right now. It doesn't help either that I'm making alimony payments at the same time. 

I was pretty lucky to find this inexpensive apartment when we first broke up and luckier yet to get a few odd jobs as a handyman early on in this part of town. That helped me build something of a reputation. 

Funny thing about that though, and it's kind of the same with a good babysitter too. People are genuinely happy to know you in that capacity and are apt even to brag a little about your work but at the same time aren't really that quick to give out your name and number. They're afraid you'll get too busy to be available to them. Well at any rate, this is my life such as it is and I'm as happy as I can be right now.

I'm 41 years old, have a daughter who is with my "ex" for the time being and these days anyhow, the handyman work is keeping me busy enough. Particularly in these summer months, the work is just as apt to be outside as inside, so between that and my workouts, I keep pretty tanned and fit. At 5' 10'' and 185 pounds, if I was once a little paunchy around the middle, that's old news now. And at the risk of sounding full of myself, I'd have to say I'm at least decent in the looks department. I don't have the money to go out a lot, to pay for dates and the like so I'm often horny and I can only say thanks goodness for the internet.

That pretty much leads me to the beginning point of my tale, of how my neighbor lady got me started on building a different kind of reputation. Dorothy was maybe mid 70's. I knew her by name and vice versa but just barely, i.e. we waved but had scarcely spoken 20 words to each other in the ten months I'd been here. 

I knew she had a roommate whom I'd seen enough times to recognize her face but didn't know her name, had never met her, had never even said hello. She looked to be about that same age as Dorothy but clearly she was the healthier of the two because she did all the driving, leaf raking, sweeping the walk, hauling in the groceries and so on. For all I know, she may have even been Dorothy's caretaker or some such thing. 

Most of the time, my handyman jobs require me to get an early start. Often, I'm out of the apartment as the sun is coming up to get a coffee and be at the job site by 7. I can't make a lot of noise at that point because people are often still sleeping but I can begin to spread tarps, for example, if I have a painting job and be ready to go when the time is right. You get the picture. 

Well for this reason, I am rarely able to get my workout done in the morning. Instead, I usually get home around 7 to 7:30, shower, open mail, nuke up a frozen dinner, try to catch some news on CNN and then around 9 or so, I do my work out. That consists of both cardio and weights. I usually do the cardio first and for me that means a stationary bike. I ride hard for 30 minutes every other day and that's followed by 15 to 20 minutes of weight training. 

I rotate weight exercise so as to keep some balance in the routine. By the time I finish the bike ride, I'm usually pretty sweaty, so off comes the shirt and shorts and briefs. If you're not into weight training, you might think it's a little weird to do it in the nude but I have a big mirror that I work in front of and that's helpful in terms of motivation. It can be boring.

My apartment is two story and very small. The living room is downstairs along with the kitchen and the single bedroom and bath are upstairs. My only TV is in the living room. 

One night maybe 6 weeks ago, having finished my workout, I was in the kitchen getting a glass of apple juice. I was naked as you understand. As I turned to leave the kitchen, I flicked the overhead light off and caught a glimpse of Dorothy's roommate looking at me from her dining room window. 

She was leaning against her table, arms folded and standing maybe 3 feet from her window, which in turn is no more than 10 feet from mine, our houses are that close. I went on up to bed, not really giving it a lot of thought.

But the next day I thought about it a lot, off and on for most of the day to tell the truth. I wondered how long she'd been watching me. How many nights? I decided that I'd have to check this out a little and that very night wouldn't be too soon. At about the usual time, I went nude into the kitchen to get some juice. I deliberately took my time, pretending to savor the drink and stopping to rinse out the glass in the kitchen sink. I tried to make sort of a show of displaying myself. 

Truth is, I was getting off on this and was hoping she was there, watching me again. I wasn't too quick to leave the kitchen this time as I flicked off the light and sure enough, there she was staring from her dining room window into my now darkened kitchen. There was a bonus this time. Dorothy was with her. It surprised me that I was a little turned on by that but was turned on nevertheless. I was excited that they were going out of their way to see me naked. I liked it. I went upstairs and jerked off.

The next night, presuming they were both watching me again, I couldn't help but becoming aroused. As my pole stiffened and boldly established itself, I made no attempt at modesty. I didn't think they were yet aware that I knew they were there. I decided to provide a little tease. 

As I leaned against the kitchen table with my juice in one hand, I began to casually play with myself with the other hand; nothing vigorous, just a few slow, almost nonchalant strokes. I intentionally limited that to a few seconds, stopped to wash out the glass and pretended to leave the room, flicking the light out as I went. 

Sure as hell, they were both there and were visible to me in the ambient light leaking in from their living room. They couldn't see me looking back at them. One of them got up, came over and pressed her face to the window to try to see if there was anything else to watch. Clearly they were hooked but so was I. 

Funny, I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, not for a second, but this was over the top for me. I found it exciting and couldn't wait for the next night. 

I decided to take things up a notch. Maybe it's better said that my libido made the decision for me but either way, that's pretty much all I thought of the whole day. So around 10 o'clock as usual, I paraded my naked self into the well lighted kitchen, my boner at full mast because it knew what was coming. I made of point of going through the standard drill, pouring some juice, leaning back to ponder the taste and relax against the kitchen table. 

Again, as the night before, I began to lazily stroke my dick. This time however I didn't stop. After about a minute, I put the juice glass in the sink and looked down at the fine job I was doing and pretended suddenly to take a great interest in my own masturbation. 

I had a major hard on and it responded exceptionally well to my jerking. I was doubly motivated, not just by the sensation I was administering to myself but as well to the audience sequestered in the darkened house next door. I was wildly at myself and stroked like a mad man. I turned to them in profile to allow them a good view, stroke, stroke, stroke and then I turned to face them, never looking up but just concentrating on the swollen, reddening cock in my fist. 

As I felt the first twinge of an orgasm approaching I doubled up, alternatively hunching my shoulders and then throwing my head back in sheer blind pleasure as I flailed away on that thing. I was starting to get caught up in my own ecstasy and I had to remind myself I was putting on a show. These two broads, sitting no more than 20 feet away, apparently loved watching me naked and must surely be watching me jerk off right this second. That thought sent me over the top and I blew my wad high into the air and emptied myself onto the kitchen floor. I was sweating like a mad dog.

I grabbed up a few paper towels, ran them under the faucet and stooped over to clean up my mess. That only took 30 seconds, and as I stood up again, my dick now hanging red and limp in front of me, I gave it a few more pulls. Then reaching for the light, I turned as acted as though I were leaving the kitchen. Darkness! 

It took me a second to get my eyes adjusted but there they were again in their dining room looking towards my window. This time though, they were both seated in dining chairs which had been turned with their backs to the table and facing out towards my house. Those fucking broads had actually been sitting there in their chairs watching me like they were at the fucking movies. Holy shit! I was dumbstruck. 

Damn!!! I lay there in my bed that night and I just couldn't get over it. I loved being naked in front of them, jerking off in front of them and now I find out they loved it too. Damn!!!

Next night, same thing and then the day after that, a knock at the door. It was one of those odd Saturdays I had off and I'd slept in a little, a rare treat for me. I was making plans to see my daughter that afternoon. It was maybe like 11 am when I answered the door. 

It was the one I didn't know, Dorothy's roommate. "Hi you're Colin aren't you? I'm Fay, Dorothy's roommate next door. Pleasure to meet you," she said, smiling and all casual like. "I hope I'm not interrupting." 

"Yeah, I'm Colin Early. Hi." I replied, "Nice to meet you too. No, you're not interrupting anything. I've got the day off and was just making plans for later on. What's up? You want to come in for a minute?" I asked.

"Thanks but no," she replied. "I just came by to ask about some business. A couple of Dorothy's friends have mentioned that you did odd jobs for people, sort of handyman type stuff."

"Well, that's true. I do handy man 'stuff' as you say. I'm a draftsman by training but between assignments I do painting, small home repairs, carpentry jobs...stuff like that. Why, do you need help with something?" I asked.

I was a little nervous because I didn't know where this was going to go. I still didn't believe they were aware I knew they'd been watching me at night but who knew for sure. Maybe she was here to threaten me or some shit like that. But the questions about me being a handyman was letting me feel a little relief.

"Yes, in fact, that's why I'm here", she said. "We've got a problem with the shower and we wondered if maybe you'd take a look." 

"Sure, I can come over and take a look but I can't get started on any work until tomorrow. I'm getting ready to go to pick up my daughter for the afternoon. At the very least though, I can get an idea of what might be going on."

And off we went. I'd never been in their house before. Fay led the way through the front door and Dorothy was waiting in the alcove when we came in. She reached out her hand and I shook it, we exchanged pleasantries and I said, "I understand you've got some issues with your shower."

"We do," she said. "When you push down on the thingy to get water to come out the shower instead of the faucet, nothing but a trickle comes out. We don't know what's wrong but it needs to be fixed." she concluded.

"Alright, let's go take a look," I said and they led me upstairs to the bathroom. 

Entering that room was like going back in time. You can't even say it was 'retro' because these were the original 1" pink and sea foam green tiles. The window curtains were plastic and the ceiling light was operated by a pull string rather than a wall switch. I was skeptical about this, thinking maybe the plumbing was older than me. I turned the water on full force and depressed the diverter and sure enough as Dorothy had said, no more than a trickle came out of the shower head. 

I said, "Well ladies, the fact that you have good water pressure coming up here is a positive sign. That almost certainly means the problem is between the faucet and the shower head and I might be able to help. I'll be back with some tools tomorrow and we'll see what I can find. Early afternoon OK?" That was agreed and they showed me to the door with a hearty thank you.

I had known immediately what the problem was, a showed head nearly clogged up with accumulated mineral deposits. I knew also that it was a simple, five minute fix but they didn't know that. I decided then and there to make an adventure out of this.

The next day started off warm and bright and turned out to be one of those hot, sticky Sunday afternoons in mid-summer. I threw some tools together and headed next door. They had no air conditioning. 

I was enthusiastically greeted at the front door by both of them...all smiles and happy to have me there. I had on a white tee shirt shrunken and worn thin by scores of washings, a pair of shorts and flip flops. I knew I could remove the shower head, soak it in 'Lime-Away' for 10 minutes and voila, problem solved. But like I said, they didn't know that and I was looking to make something happen. 

"Hey", I thought to myself, "If they liked seeing me naked from 20 feet away, maybe they'd appreciate a little something up close too." I really didn't have a plan though and just decided to see what developed. I was becoming a little aroused at the possibilities as we ascended the stairs.

We got up to the bathroom and Dorothy asked if it would be ok that they stayed and watched. "Of course," I said. One of them sat on the toilet seat and the other took up a position on the vanity stool. They sat there facing me. "Hmmm, now what does this remind me of?" I thought to myself with a little chuckle. Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought. 

I turned the water on and sure enough, it came with full force out of the faucet. When I engaged the diverter, the water only trickled out of the shower head. I listened to the wall and was relieved that while I'd seen no evidence of water intrusion, I heard nothing in the wall either. 

This confirmed my suspicion about what the problem really was. So how was I going to make a little thing look like a deal and have some fun in the process. Relying on the hope they had no knowledge of plumbing, I decided on how to proceed. 

I kicked off my flip flops and got in the tub. I turned the water on, depressed the diverter and made a show of closely inspecting the shower head, pretending to search for the problem. I knew now for sure what I was going to do and hoped for the best. I leaned out of the tub and grabbed a very small-gauge reamer...much like a pipe cleaner but with stiff bristles. 

I inserted one end into an opening on the shower head and ran the thing back and forth, in and out of the hole. Sure enough, that began to remove the crusty deposits and within a few seconds the water started to flow freely out of that one tiny hole. I deliberately placed myself directly in the path of the flow and went after one of the other holes. That too opened quickly and I was beginning to get wet. 

I asked if they minded that I take my shirt off before it got soaked and they nodded in unison, looked at each other and then back at me. It was actually comical. "You go right ahead and do what you need to do," said Fay. I took my shirt off and at that Dorothy put her hand up to her mouth. Again they looked at each other and then, expectantly, looked back at me. 

"This is way too easy." I thought 

I proceeded to open a few more holes and soon the water was beginning to come more and more freely from the shower head and beginning to soak me in the process. I turned the faucet off and turned to them. 

"Ok ladies, it's pretty clear to me what the problem is at this point. We've got some hard water here in the city as you may know and it isn't uncommon that over the years there can be an accumulation of lime, calcium and other such mineral deposits in our plumbing. It sometimes doesn't amount to much but with the tiny holes in a shower head such as we have here, it can clog things up and cause some grief."

"Well what do we do?" asked Dorothy.

"So the fix is pretty uncomplicated and in fact there are two ways to go. I can remove the shower head, take it with me to the hardware store to look for a replacement and hope for the best. If I can't find a match, then I can order one. That generally ought not to take more than a week. It'll run you $20-30 dollars but the good news is I know for sure that will work". 

"The other way is for me to keep on opening the holes in your shower head. You can see for yourselves that's working and I ought to be able to complete the job in less than hour. That might not last as long as a new nozzle bit it will return you to full operation. So it's up to you. Which do you want me to do?" 

I was at this point very pleased with myself. Although the partial facts I'd shared with them we're completely true, I knew full well that I had steered them go with solution #2 and I planned to leverage that for all it's worth. 

"We'll if you can fix the problem here and now Mr. Early, then we should do that, don't you think so?"

"We'll that's what I'd do but this is your house and your decision." I smiled at them. 

"We'll its settled then," said Fay, "you go right ahead and finish it off". 

"Alright then, it's agreed. This is going to take another half hour or so. Are you sure you want to still sit there and watch?" 

The answer nearly exploded from them. I think if they weren't such sweet old ladies they would have said something like, "Fuck yeah. You kidding me?" 

But instead they very demurely assured me that it was no bother for them to stay and watch. "I'm a freakin' genius I thought. This is like taking candy from a baby." My plan was now fully formed. 

I turned the water back on and continued to open the holes, one by one. Within a few minutes I pretended a sudden flash of awareness and again stopped the water. I said. "Look, it's obvious that I'm on the right track here but clearly I'm about to get soaking wet." 

So now I'm about to play my trump card and just held my breath and hoped for the best. "I barely saved my shirt from getting really soaked. Thing is, I need that shirt for this afternoon and same with these shorts so that's a problem. I kind of hate to ask this but any chance I could borrow an old towel to put around myself while I finish up here so I can keep my clothes dry?"

Again I thought the answer was going to explode from them. Like they were 20 years old again, nimble and quick, they popped up simultaneously to get me a towel. They were grinning and exchanging glances, very animated and nearly jumping out of their own skins. "Here Mr. Early, go ahead and use this. It's an old one and no harm will come if it gets wet."

"Well alright" I said in feigned resignation. "If it's ok with you then I guess its ok with me. I trust you'll do me the favor of leaving the room or at least turning around while I make the switch". 

"Oh, of course, dear. No trouble for us." said Dorothy. "It's really you doing us the favor," and with that they each swiveled in their seats as if they'd rehearsed it a thousand times. 

I took off my shorts and laid them on the floor next to the tub. I placed my briefs plainly on top so they'd know I was naked under the towel. I wrapped it around my middle and set back to work. "Ok, I'm decent. You can turn around." 




The Grannies Next Door



They turned back to face me and while I was looking at my work, I could see them exchanging furtive whispers. I continued to open more and more holes in the spray head, allowing more and more water to wash down my torso. Predictably, the towel got wetter and heavier. I got harder and harder. I truly can't know for sure that they saw this but the furtive whispering continued. Within a few minutes it finally fell off and my boner popped free like a catapult. I was raging hard.

I was deliberately standing in profile to them and I held my hands up to my work just a half second longer than I needed to. I wanted them to get a good look. 

"Damn it to hell" I said, taking an extra half second to look down at myself as I still held my hands up to the nozzle. I fell all over myself gushing apologies as I turned toward the wall, my back to them and pretending modesty. "I'm so sorry," I said, "I don't even know what to say". They were both on their feet.

As I retrieved the towel from the bottom of the tub and began to wrap it around myself again, they both started squeaking assurances to the effect that I shouldn't be too embarrassed, that surely I knew by this stage in their lives they'd seen it all before etc, etc. I just shrugged my shoulders, offered a sheepish grin and apologized again.

They sat back down and of course the towel was off again within two minutes. Again I cussed and pretended embarrassment but this time I just stood facing them with the reamer in one hand, attempting to cover myself with the other and sporting the most forlorn expression I could come muster. "Sorry ladies, I guess I better leave."

"Nonsense Mr. Early, this isn't bothering us at all and besides, you're almost done. Give me that towel," said Fay. "I'll wring it out real good and that ought to last 'till you finish". I accepted the offer. 

I stayed there in the tub, covering my balls and most of my dick with my free hand and tried to make small talk with Dorothy while Fay wrung the towel out two or three times - maybe taking a little longer than was necessary. I was so fucking aroused I thought I might just spew right then and there. I didn't. 

"Ok," says Fay, "let's give this another try". Throwing caution to the wind at this point, I held my hands up in the air, beckoning her to place the towel back around me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She went for it.

Now my dick is rock hard, sticking straight out in front of me, throbbing away and bobbing up and down in rhythm with my heart beat. I'm about ready to pop but I hold back. She had to lean forward and down a little to reach around behind me with the towel. Dorothy is now standing right next to her, taking it all in. 

Her forehead touched my chest and her face is only a few inches from my dick. While she's doing this I'm thinking to myself, "If I saw this happen in a porn video I'd find it laughable and so obviously contrived. Yet here I was. Holy shit!"

She got the towel around me and it dropped almost immediately. "Just let it go Mr. Early," said Fay, "and for that matter," she continued, straightening up and placing her hands on her hips, "don't you think it's about time we let go of the pretence here? Look at you. It's obvious you're very aroused. Why don't you just go ahead and take care of yourself. It's not like we've never seen you do that you know. Houses have windows."

"You've seen me masturbating in my house," I asked incredulously?

Dorothy answered this time. "Yes we both have, more than once." 

"Alright," I said, "you don't have to ask me twice." And with that, I set the reamer down and picked up a bar of soap. I was already dripping wet so I worked up some lather in my hands, applied it to my member and started rubbing. They had been switching their gaze between my eyes and my dick. 

Now they just stared unashamedly at my cock as I stroked it. I tried to go slow at first but I was pretty far along and reflexively, without really intending to, I started to quicken the pace. They just stood there, eyes wide, their mouths agape and standing barely 2 feet away. Some of the shower spray was ricocheting off me onto them and they stood their ground, staring in near awe as I jerked off for them. 

It took less than minute. As my cock reddened and my fist worked furiously along the length of my shaft, I finally knew I was about to cum. I turned partly toward the front of the tub and, tilting my head back, gave the final few strokes and blew my load high against the tiled front wall. I kept at it and again another spasm of cum shot against the tiles and dripped down. My head was spinning. 

I was completely caught up in it. Somehow this was the best ever. I felt that all the other times I'd ever masturbated were nothing compared to this. It was otherworldly. I thought my head would come off. And then as I finished emptying myself I began to come back to earth. I turned towards them again, leaned back against the wall and let a huge sigh escape me. Dorothy lifted her hands together as if to clap and Fay very quickly stopped her. I was spent, stunned and speechless. 

When I looked up again, they had their arms around each other. They slowly raised their eyes to mine. We just stared silently to each other for a few seconds and they turned to resume their positions on the toilet and the stool. 

I made no attempt to cover myself and worked very quickly to finish cleaning out the nozzle. It only took another few minutes. Having done that, I turned off the water and asked for a dry towel. Fay obliged and I got out to dry off. She left the room but Dorothy stayed to watch me dress. We made small talk. Fay was waiting for us downstairs and offered me some iced tea. She said, "We want to thank you."

We sat down. "I'm not sure what you mean," I replied.

"I'm talking about what just happened upstairs," she continued. "We enjoyed seeing a good looking younger man naked and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed yourself too. But what I meant is that we thank you for not playing us for fools by continuing the charade once I called you out. You know, like pretending it was all accidental, the towel falling off and so on. There's a lot of discrimination against seniors, particularly women, and it happens all the time. The one thing I really can't stand is to be played for a fool and Dorothy feels the same. That's what we were whispering about. So thanks."

"I think I understand," I said. "I got to act out a fantasy up there that first got in my head when I discovered you two were watching me at night in my kitchen. I'll confess it was pretty hot for me, getting naked in front of you two so yeah, I liked it. I guess I'm saying I thank you too."

"Ok then, that's settled," said Dorothy. "We would like to have you over for dinner tomorrow night or the day after. Interested?"

"Well hell yeah," I replied enthusiastically. "I'm booked tomorrow night but Tuesday for dinner sounds great. Thanks."

"It's a deal then,' said Fay. "Dorothy's going to make pot roast. That's not something we'd normally have on the menu but most men like that. What do you drink?"

"Any light beer is ok," I replied. "Whatever's on sale."

"OK then, shall we say 7 o'clock Tuesday?" It was agreed and I went on home. 

I didn't jerk for them that night and wasn't even home 'till real late Monday but I thought a lot about Tuesday, wondering what to expect. "What the fuck," I thought to myself. "I might as well ride the wave."

They were waiting for me Tuesday with a cold beer. They drank sherry from those little demitasse glasses, kind of prissy but so what. I was starting to like these old broads. They kept the beers flowing and dinner was great. We talked easily as we ate and they were kind of funny – in a good way. They were sharp too, smart and well read it seemed to me. I was actually having a good time.

As they were clearing the dessert plates, I offered to help with the dishes. "Absolutely you can help," replied Fay, "but we wonder if you'd mind being naked for that." 

"For crying out loud, you two are a scream. What the hell. Sure." I'd had 4 beers by that time. I undressed there in the dining room and joined then in the kitchen.

"I'll wash, you dry and Dorothy will put away. That sound alright Mr. Early?"

"Almost," I said. "I'm standing here naked in your kitchen Fay. Don't you think 'Mr. Early' is a little formal under the circumstances? Please call me Colin."

"Ok, no problem," she replied. "No offence meant." And she looked down at me. I was a little swollen but hadn't gotten much of an erection yet. "You don't appear to be nearly as big and long as you were the other day," said Fay.

"Not yet," I agreed, "but it won't be a problem. I assure you."

"Are you going to masturbate your penis Mr. Early?" asked Dorothy. 

"Now look you two, let's just stop what we're doing here for a minute. We need to have an understanding about a couple things." Fay dried her hands and she and Dorothy both turned to look at me.

"Ok what," they said, nearly in unison.

"Well for starters my name is Colin, not Mr. Early. Secondly it's called 'jerking off' not masturbating...at least for me it is. And lastly," taking my Dick in my hand, "this is not my penis, it's my cock." I began to stroke. "Now let me hear you say it," I concluded and looked at Dorothy whom I perceived to be the slightest bit more gullible than Fay. 

"Well ok, it's your cock then," she said.

I shot an expectant look at Fay, raising my eyebrows. "Fine," she capitulated, "it's your cock." I continued to stroke.

"Good then. One more thing before we get back to the dishes. I want you to touch me so Dorothy, you step over here and take my cock in your hand. Fay, you reach around behind me while she's doing that and you stroke your hand and fingers across my ass cheeks."

They looked at each other, gave a slight shrug and just as if I'd asked them to do something as simple as hand me a tissue, they stepped over and did as I had asked. So now Dorothy's got my dick in her hand and Fay is rubbing my ass. I can tell you I was getting hard. I let them do that for several seconds, hoping, frankly, that Dorothy would begin to slide her hand up and down my dick. She didn't. She just held it and stared. You could have a pin drop. 

Breaking the silence I said, "Ok great, now we got that over with. See, I don't bite. So let's finish up these dishes," I said, beaming my best boyish grin at them. And we got back to work.

So there I am standing stark naked in their kitchen and thinking about what I'm going to do next...though I've got a pretty good idea. After Fay had given the last dish to me for drying, she rinsed the dish cloth, wrung it out and began to wipe down the counter and the stove top. I begin to stroke myself. They both took notice. "Fay, is that water in the sink still warm?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said in reply. 

"Will you swish you hand in that warm soapy water and take a few strokes on my cock?" I asked her. "You can see I'm getting pretty cranked up."

Again, as simply as if I'd asked to borrow a pencil, she complied. Her warm hand, slippery with soap felt amazing sliding up and down my dick. I began to moan the slightest bit. I tilted my head back and thrust my pelvis out. "That's amazing Fay, just amazing," I said to her in total earnest.

"What about me?" asked Dorothy plaintively? "What about me?" She was standing right next to us.

I looked at her, smiled and reached out and took her breast in my hand. She recoiled reflexively but immediately reconsidered and instead leaned into my hand. Fay's eyes got as big as saucers. They looked at each other and as suddenly as if a switch were thrown, they both burst into laughter. 

I pulled away from both of them, began again to stroke myself and asked what was so funny.

Dorothy was the first to speak. "Don't you see how perfectly absurd this whole thing is Colin?' she said, choking back her laughter. 

"Yeah it's totally nuts," said Fay. They were roaring and hugging each other and were just in hysterics. I thought for sure they'd start dancing the jig. I got caught up in it too and within a few seconds the three of us were standing there laughing our asses off like a bunch of idiots. I'd lost my erection but I didn't care. It really was a hysterical situation.

That settled down within a couple of minutes but certainly blew away all vestiges of the erotic, my nakedness notwithstanding. "Look you guys," I said "I'd better get going home. You two are a stitch though and I appreciate that you make me feel so at home and comfortable, particularly given the circumstances." I looked down at my dick. "And you're a pair of great cooks too." I smiled.

"Well you're pretty fun yourself Colin,"' says Dorothy. "We have a good time with you." Fay nods in agreement. "How about a good night kiss?" And with that she is kissing me square on the lips, eyes closed, sweetly and with a little heat but not too much. It wasn't wet and sloppy and thank God she didn't try to tongue me. She is sliding her fingers along the length my dick with one hand and holds the other on my ass. 

Nearly before I could take a breath, Fay was on me, taking her turn. Again, a full contact lip lock but also, like Dorothy, not vulgar or aggressive. Just sweet. I returned the kiss, lingered for a second as she too took my dick in her hand and then I got dressed, said good night and left. They watched me walk next door from the front alcove. In a sort of an odd way, it had been a nice night.

When I got home Friday night I found a note taped to the door. It was an invitation to attend a 'wine and cheese tasting' next door and was signed by both Dorothy and Fay; Sunday afternoon 4:00 pm, RSVP and it gave a phone number. I picked up the phone immediately and dialed. Fay answered. "Hi Fay, its Colin. I just got home and found your invitation. Sure, I'd love to come over Sunday. What can I bring?"

"No need to bring anything really. It's just the three of us, some wine, some cheese...you know, informal." 

"Well ok then. It's a date. I'll see you Sunday."

I didn't perform for them that night after my workout. I still went naked to the kitchen for a quick glass of juice but that was it. It didn't seem the same somehow now that they knew I knew they were watching. It had been far hotter to me when they didn't know I was aware of their presence. Kind of hard to explain but that's how it was. Too bad!

Sunday is usually my one lazy day each week. I made coffee, read the paper, watched the Sunday morning news shows and relaxed. I was doing up some quotes on the computer for a few jobs I hoped to get and suddenly before I knew it, it was 3:30. I took a quick shower, got dressed and went overt. They were waiting for me as usual, warm greetings, hugs and smiles all around. 

They took me out to the screened in porch on the back of the house. It was wide and bright, screened in from floor to ceiling on all three sides but at the same time, was entirely private because of the 8 foot hedge row that encircled the back yard. The weather was warm, sunny and maybe a tiny bit humid. It was the perfect day for sitting out.

They had set a table buffet style with several bottles of wine and several bricks of cheese. Dorothy saw me looking over the wine bottles and asked if I had a favorite. "I do not. The only kind I really don't like is Rhine wine and I don't see any here".

"And you won't see any either," says Fay. "We can't stand that crap." She put her hand to mouth, got a little red faced and seemed surprised at herself for having said "crap". We all smiled at that.

Dorothy asked me to open a Cabernet. There were two and I opened the Yellow Tail. I poured and we all sat in the cushioned wicker chairs and took our first sip. I offered a toast to friends and we all sipped again. I offered a second toast, this time to sexy friends and again we all sipped, if perhaps a little more enthusiastically this time. It was easy, comfortable and relaxed. 

Each of them had on a light weight two piece, matching skirt and blouse set. Dorothy was a little taller than Fay and probably ran about 6-8 pounds heavier though you couldn't say she as anything close to fat, not really even plump. I'm guessing she was something like 5'5" or 6". Her outfit was pale yellow and highlighted by a pattern of very light green vines and leaves. She wore white sandals. Her hair, silver and gray was held back at the temples but otherwise hung down to below her ears. She had on a thin, plain gold necklace. It was pretty. 

Fay too was dressed up more than I'd seen her before. Her outfit was also tasteful, a button up medium gray short sleeved top over a matching full skirt. She wore pearls and was barefoot. Neither of them wore make up. I liked that.

Well I want to tell you that the wine flowed freely. We had emptied two bottles by 6 o'clock. We were working on a third and there was no slowing down in sight. I don't know if they meant for it to go like this but I was getting all the free wine I could handle and wasn't about to rock the boat. I was putting it away pretty good and they seemed to be keeping pace with me. We were all starting to feel the effects though. Maybe they drank wine every day. I really didn't know but at that rate we were going, it wasn't long before the discussion turned to nudity and to me. 

"You like being naked in front of us, don't you Colin?" asked Dorothy. Her face was relaxed and alight with the glow of the alcohol. She sat with her glass in one hand, the other resting easily in her lap, her legs crossed and a sandal dangling from her toes. She smiled warmly as she looked at me for an answer.

"Well I think that's kind of obvious, don't you?" I replied. We all laughed.

"And you like to jerk off while we're watching, don't you?" Fay hadn't used my name but was looking directly at me. "You like to play with your cock too while we watch."

My god, that was very direct I thought to myself and it took me back for just a half second. "Well Fay, as a matter of fact I do", I answered with a smile and a wink.

"Well let's drink to that" she said in return. 

Hmmm, interesting I thought, "Fay is becoming the bolder one". 

Fay stood up, moved to the center of the room and lifted her wine glass, motioning for us to join her there for a clink. We did. Dorothy announced that she needed to use the rest room and would be right back. That left Fay and me standing there alone in the middle of the back pouch. It had gotten dark. We were beginning to swim a little I the effects of the whine. "So Colin," says Fay, "Are you going to perform for us tonight?" 

I smiled and nodded in the affirmative. Dorothy returned with a flourish. Fay announced to her that I had agreed to get naked and jerk off for them. I took them, one in each arm and held them there, Fay on my left, Dorothy on my right. "I like being naked in front of you but this time I want to ask something of you. I would like it if both of you were topless while I did my thing." And with that, I let go and pulled a step or two away and looked expectantly at each of them in turn, raising my eyebrows in wait of an answer. I unzipped.

"I don't know about that," said Dorothy. 

Fay, without the slightest hesitation whatever, piped up and said, "Heck, why not Dorothy. He's getting naked for us and besides, nobody can see us back here." And with that, she reached out and began to unbutton Dorothy's top. Dorothy started to protest but quickly relented and lowered her arms to her side. Fay continued. I just fucking loved where this was going.

Fay removed Dorothy's top but left her bra in place. I began to get undressed. Fay says, "Ok Dorothy, now you do me," and with that, Dorothy began to unbutton Fay. I'd got my shirt, pants and sandals off by now. 

They both just stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do next and, sensing a potentially lethal lull in the action, I said, "Ok, here goes, on the count of three. One, two, three." and with that I began to lower my briefs. 




The Grannies Next Door



They each in turn reached around, unclasped and removed their bras, neatly folded them and placed them side-by-side on the table next to the now empty wine bottles. I thought it was a little funny that they bothered to fold and put away their bras so nice and neat but what the hell.

"Very nice job ladies," I said and resumed my position between the two of them, one arm around Fay and the other around Dorothy. I gave each of them a kiss on the check and told them I was proud of them for taking a chance. Though it was well dark outside, the pleasant glow of the single table lamp, the provocative feel of a gentle evening breeze on our bare skin and the sweet smell of night jasmine made for a beautiful setting. "Who's for another glass of wine?"

"Assuming you're pouring, that sounds pretty good to me," says Fay.

"Yeah, me too," says Dorothy and we walked over to the table to open the last bottle, me completely naked and sporting a very fine erection and each of them, with their tits hanging out, showed no indication whatever of being self conscious about it. It was a beautiful thing. 

I opened, poured and we clinked. Glass in one hand, I began to stroke myself with the other and I looked at Fay and asked, "Fay, tell me something honestly. When you see me playing with my cock like this, what does it make you think of?"

"Well I don't know really, just that I like it. I like the way you concentrate so much and the look on your face and I like how big and hard your penis gets. Sorry, your cock. And then when you get to the end, I really like that part a lot. I just do," she shrugged and said in reply. 

"The first time I saw you jerking off in your kitchen, it took me by surprise but as I watched," Dorothy added, "it reminded me of when I was a young girl. I was maybe 15 when my brother started letting me watch him. I was completely smitten, I just loved it. I'd beg him to do it for me and sometimes I helped. My husband was too self conscious to do it in front of me but I caught my sons a few times until they got clever and hid from me. I guess I just always have loved to watch a man masturbate but I rarely got the chance." We stood there in a small circle in the middle of the porch floor. It was very quiet for a moment. 

I set my glass down and began to jerk. "Can I tell you what I think?"

"Um hum," came the reply, in chorus. They only barely glanced up at me. They were transfixed. 

"Well what I think is that you are both very beautiful. I know you're each 70 something and I'm not saying you look like Miss America anymore but just that you are really beautiful to me in your own right. I love it that you took your tops off." 

"You like seeing our boobies?" said Fay.

"Of course I do but they aren't boobies, they're tits and I love them." With that I reached out with my free hand and took Fay's breast in my hand. "Am I breaking any rules here?" 

"Oh I'd say we're way past that Colin," she smiled at me in response. I leaned forward and planted a small kiss on her left nipple. I was only there for 3 or 4 seconds but in that time she reached behind my head and held me. I continued to jerk. She was medium breasted but the pull of gravity over the years had taken its way with her. 

Her tits hung down half way to her belly button and her nipples weren't the usual rose color I expected but instead seemed to have faded, I guess I'll say, to the point where they approximated the flesh color of her breasts. Her nipple did respond to my kiss, however, which rather surprised me. Dorothy had placed her hand on my back and was lightly tracing arcs across my skin with her finger tips. I lifted up, kissed Fay on the mouth and turned to Dorothy.

Now Dorothy's tits were considerably larger. I'd seen bigger but not many times. They too sagged down her belly. I was barely able to heft the full mass of her breast with my one fee hand. Her nipples were clearly anticipating some attention from me. I tweaked her between my thumb and forefinger and I kissed her. No tongue, thank God. Still jerking, I moved to her right nipple and sucked unabashedly. I stayed on her for several seconds. 

I pulled away and told them that I was nearly ready to cum. They moved together and put their arms around each other. I was hoping they'd start touching each other but they didn't. I was well under the effect of my impending orgasm. I began to moan and shift my weight from foot to foot. I was starting to breathe hard and I closed my eyes and lifted my head back. I felt one of them put her hand on my belly. It was Fay. 

She was standing closer to me of the two. I blew a silent kiss to her and she returned it. I turned slightly in profile to them and I took her hand and repositioned it on my ass. Holding her wrist, I moved her hand back and forth across my cheeks, indicating what I wanted her to do. I tell you it was delicious. 

"I'm almost there, I'm going to cum now," and as I said that, Fay inserted the tip of her finger in my asshole. I came like Niagara Falls, spewing and squirting all over the floor tiles. A loud groan escaped me and the room darkened briefly. I was breathing hard and fast, my chest heaving and my mind clear of all things but sheer and total sexual pleasure. It might have been the best I ever experienced. 

They were able to sense the point when I was finished and they closed ranks around me, hugging me and pressing their bare tits against my skin. I kissed each of them on the cheek. Dorothy leaned into my neck and whispered, "Thank you." I turned toward her, reaching up to the back of her head and pulled her in for a serious kiss. 

The lines in her face, her clear eyes and white hair were at that moment quite beautiful to me. I knew I'd never want to sleep with her but this current arrangement was certainly just fine with me. I kissed her again and she kissed me back. 

I did the same with Fay. She eagerly accepted and returned my kiss. "Do you think maybe next time you could cum on my tits?' she asked winsomely. Dorothy heard her say that but didn't react any obvious way. 

"Sure honey, that'd be very nice," I gave them one last hug and began to release them. They did the same. 

We remained in our respective state of undress while I helped bring the empty bottles and cheese platters back inside. I was aware that I'd become a little fascinated with the size and shape of Dorothy's tits and especially with the way they swayed, bobbed and bounced as she went about her chores, leaning over a few times to pick up napkins. I could have gotten hard again thinking about them. 

When we'd finished cleaning up, I got dressed and thanked them for a perfectly lovely and entirely memorable evening. They stood holding the front of their tops closed over their breasts and they held hands there in the front alcove, watching we walk home. 

I called them on my lunch break the next day just to say I'd had a wonderful time and to thank them again. We didn't speak or see each other for nearly a week after that but I came home one day to find another note taped to my door. It was penned on scented lavender stationary and signed by Fay. It read, 

"Colin. We'd very much like it if you would join us next Sunday for a party. We're hosting our life-long friend Katie who will be visiting for the weekend from upstate. She knows all about our times together with you. She insisted we give her every tiny detail but I assure you we haven't revealed your actual identity. We wouldn't do that. She is very much hoping to meet you. Please say yes Colin, we'll have a good time. I promise. Kisses, Fay."