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The strange thing was, I felt like I could talk to them about anything.*A week has passed. As a family, we had all lived in and around the big city where everything was turned up to the max and that sound you always heard in the background was the constant hum of cosmopolitan life. To be honest, I'd put my libido at about 5/10 on the fucking scale most of the time. Since then, I was running through a desert with no name and developing a serious case of blue balls. This was definitely the good life as the drink and mood made my mind wander.".... As before, she took it all and handed me over to Sharon who got nothing more than a dribble on her tongue as my spend decreased in its intensity. I wiggled my toes in glorious satisfaction and closed my eyes to recover. More than enough to go around."Oh my God," gasped Angie, "That was ridiculous!

I was the weird looking kid in school that sat at the back of the class and who all the girls felt safe around because I wasn't that kind of guy to try it on. Talking dirty never harmed anyone and can be as sexy as hell to listen to," She placed her hand on her bosom, "I really need a good hard fucking and I want you to be the one to give it to me. Each of us has an over active imagination that needs satisfying." she smiled. Doing it as a foursome kind of makes it a bit special. But if you want to have sex with anyone of us, at any time, just give us a call."Sex with all of them or each of them anytime I wanted. Like Ruth, she was happy enough to just blow me at her own pace, in her own time, and in her own way. Either way, I was in heaven and swaying back and forth like I was in a dream.

I blushed slightly as it suddenly occurred to me that they were all kind of, uh, hot. That was turning out to be the real problem and easier said than done. Someone to love me back and have sex with a couple of times per week. Holy shit, I must sound like a big kid talking like that even if what I said was true. It was then Angie dropped the bombshell."Ben," she began, "The reason Ruth asked you about all this is that we all want to ask you something. And we needed to be sure what we were going to ask you is the right thing to do. She eased her head back so that only the tip of my penis was still in her mouth which she caressed lovingly with her tongue. The muscles in my ass were starting to tighten and I suddenly realized that all three women were still fully clothed. They were in for a big surprise when I did as it would be like a fire hose going off.

As that thought crossed my mind, I gave my head a shake. I had dipped my wick once and got burned pretty bad. I am really easy to please."We just wanted to say hello and to tell you not to be afraid to get in touch if you need anything while you're settling into your new place. Your Aunt kept this place spick and span." said Angie as I slipped the key into the lock and pushed open the door putting my suitcase and laptop inside. Talking to girls was just the worst, most excruciating, ordeal for someone like me. And yet, here I was, in a room with three of them - just older versions."You don't seem to be having any problems talking to us," she replied as she took a sip of her drink and looked at me over the rim of her glass. " said Sharon who was staring at me hard as if she was figuring out what sort of man I was. Way to go lame brain, "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so patronizing."Ruth, who was sat in the middle of the trio, reached forward and put her glass on the coffee table in front of her. That would be yours truly, Benjamin Ward, sat there all wide eyed with fright. If you had said you had a girlfriend, this conversation would not be happening as we respect and value your friendship now that you've moved in and lived next to us."She took a sip of her drink and licked her lips. In that time, we've come to know and understand each other very well. It was Ruth who came up with the solution to me not ruining their outfits with a load of sticky jizz. Suddenly, all hell broke loose and I started to ejaculate real hard.

"And with that, they turned tail and walked away chatting amongst themselves as I stood there looking decidedly befuddled and I had this uneasy feeling that wheels had been set in motion and that something, SOMETHING, was most definitely up.*Seven arrived and the kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly baked cherry and apple pie. "*This is one of those moments where time takes a rain check. The only thing I could hear was the thudding of my heart which was lodged somewhere between my ears. If he's still going, we go around again until we suck him dry." She looked up at me as I started to huff and puff out loud. She had barely shoved me inside her mouth when the second stream of spunk blasted against the back of her throat and she gagged at the visceral nature of it. Ejaculation number two eased and Sharon handed me over to Ruth who dropped her lips over me as quickly as she could.

We all sat around the table, each with a glass of wine in hand just making small talk as they eased me into their own little world. My mind was filled with tiny little lights that were blinking on and off as my orgasm continued.

All three of them were exceedingly happy with their lot. "Oh hush, divorce is the best thing that ever happened to me. Took a good few years before I saw the light and realized that my life needed a kick up its ass." She pointed her glass at her friends. We all got through our various little adventures and mishaps together. We trusted each other and always knew we'd be there for each other. This would be my first night away from my parent's house and the thought became quite sobering. To my surprise, both their heads turned suddenly in my general direction and I quickly stepped back from the window so they wouldn't see me. After our initial little get together last week, they had all gone their separate ways later that evening. We all got on famously and we arranged to do it all again as soon as possible. When I looked out of the window again, I saw that Sharon had joined them and they were laughing and joking about something or other. It was then I saw Angie heading straight towards me and I ran like a blue arsed fly into the bedroom to jerk on a pair of old jeans just as she knocked on the door. ""Awesome," she smiled, "We're gonna cook up a storm so don't eat anything before then! She took a deep breath and coughed as she ran her fingers around her lips to make sure any spunk hadn't slipped out.

The place was already furnished and mom and I had spent a few days going through my Aunt's things and sorting out what to keep and what to give to the local Charity shops on the high street. "I know, I know," she sniffed, "These things need to be done. I don't think your Uncle George is too happy though."What? The man was a miserable and bitter old fart and would probably have sold the bungalow at the drop of a hat."Did you know what Aunt Barbra was going to do? All I knew was that her friends were all single or widowed women and they were younger than her by some years."There are four of us," she used to say with a laugh, "I'm the oldest and Captain of this ship." They did everything together; shopping, eating out, movies, day trips, you name it they did it as a close nit group. An Autumn breeze had sprung up and the old oaks creaked and groaned around me. We stood for a moment awkwardly looking at each other before one of the ladies stepped forward and made introductions. About five ten in height, with gingery red shoulder length hair, wide green eyes, and with what looked like a full bosomed figure underneath a flowery white blouse tucked into a deep blue pleated skirt. "Oh, we're all so shocked and sad at your Aunt's passing. Tell your mom we're asking after her and if there's anything she needs help with she can give us a call anytime.""Thanks, I will., I replied. "I'm Angie," She turned and indicated the two women standing beside her, "This is Ruth," she indicated her friend standing next to her, "And this is Sharon," The other woman smiled and nodded at me."Hi, hello," I replied, "Nice to meet the both of you. Had to admit, all three ladies were seriously impressive to look at - especially to a twenty-year-old who was still dealing with the effects of delayed puberty. She looked the oldest of the three, early fifties I thought and was more stocky than the other two. But, for now, things were finally coming to a head.

It was part of a larger neighborhood made up mostly of elderly retirees or widows/widowers who wanted nothing more than to enjoy the quiet life while doing a bit of gardening. I worked from home and the peace and quiet were exactly what I was looking for as I had already made plans to move out from my parent's place. All I know is you were her favorite and if she was going to leave it to anyone, it would be you."And she had. Always front foot forward and doing things to keep her busy. Ruth looked to be slightly older than Angie and she had this awesome halo of jet black hair which she had pulled back tight from her face and twisted it into a long ponytail that curled down to her waist. "Including your Aunt Barbra, who we all loved dearly and miss her every single day."My Aunt Barbra?!! She would let me pop out of her mouth every now and then so she could draw breath before going down on me again.

At the age of twenty, I figured it was time to bail out of the family nest and find my own way in life. Over the years, she was always the one who came to visit us and it was a rare trip when it was the other way around. She had these amazing blue eyes that were well set into a classically defined face with a pert nose and full rosy lips. Her impressive bust was heaving and I dreamily wondered what her bare tits would look like.

Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity... The kind of kid who would help them with their homework and explain algebra and why the sky is blue to them. Always the quiet guy who clammed up at the sight of a pretty girl. Being asked by three mature good looking women if I wanted to be a part of their little sex group. I just sat there like a kid in a sweet shop who had been given the key to the door. As they sucked, I ran my hand through their hair urging them to suck me this way or that way. She literally drooled her way up and down my cock until it glistened with her spittle.

So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. And with the reading of my Aunt's will, my life changed in ways I could never have imagined even in my wildest dreams. No wonder I looked stunned and confused as Angie explained everything."Here's the thing," she said, "We're asking you if you'd like to come join us. The older we get, the more we want and need it."Sharon nodded. That broke the tension between us and we all laughed as Angie rolled her eyes. She slowly worked her way back up until her lips formed an "O" above the head.