A New Life Pt. 06

"No, especially after he realised you had another load in you - he always did like sloppy seconds ..."

"... or thirds of fourths, darling."

"And it seems that you can't stop us if we touch you wherever we fancy, can you?" Catherine asked, gently stoking one of my breasts, her dressing gown gaping to show me her lean, but not painfully skinny body, a pair of small, saggy breasts, and a totally shaven pussy with gorgeous lips visible at the start of her slit. "Do you have a safe word, Jo?"

"Ostrich," I managed to gasp out, and all the bits of my body that had seemed frozen, suddenly came to life, as I realised that I was totally at their mercy, and they were intending to make use of it.

"I guess it's good to have a word that isn't likely to crop up accidentally, isn't it," Catherine said, smiling, her fingers now twisting and pulling my nipple hard, my breast riven with little flashes of pleasurable pain.

"Mind you, I did think I saw an ostrich running up the road earlier, darling," Charles added, with a wicked grin on his face, and I knew that this meant I wasn't going to be able to rely on using my safe word, so this elderly couple could do anything they wanted to me.

Oh fuck, I was suddenly really afraid, but at the same time my body felt as if I was holding on to an electric cable, everything tingling and twitching like mad. Catherine had moved to torture my other tit, and then I felt her other hand gliding down over my belly.

"Let me check out her cunt before you fuck her, darling," she said smiling at me, then bending down to kiss me on my mouth, one of her tits sagging against my chest.

In the position I was in, my lips were already parted, so she just had to slide her fingers over my trimmed bush, and my clit was ready and waiting for her. Her touch was so gentle, yet the explosion that went through me as her fingers grazed my clit was massive, my ass jerking upwards from the seat, before falling back down.

"God, Charlie, she seems ready, even after her husband fucked her not so long ago."

She'd got that right, and I was disappointed when her fingers left my clit, slithering down into the spunky mess further along my slit, and then invaded my vagina. She twisted them around inside me, seeming to be trying to map every fold and bump inside my hole, then she slowly pulled them out. She held them up so that all three of us could see the gooey white coating on them, then she opened her mouth wide, and pushed them inside, sucking the semen off, before she opened her mouth, and showed me and her husband her spunk-covered tongue.

She moved her hand back down, spending a little longer on my clit, sending me wild with excitement, before she pushed her fingers back inside me.

"Here, Charlie, I know you'd like a taste," she said as she pulled her fingers out again, and this time her husband took the mix of my cum, Arnie's spunk and my husband's spunk into his mouth.

Shit, I'd never seen anything so disgustingly delightful as this man swallowing two other men's sperm out of a strange woman's pussy. I'd made Bill lick my asshole when I was leaking spunk from my cunt, but I'd never made him eat another man's spunk from my vagina. Now it was on my bucket list for sure.

"Come on, then, Charlie, I've never been fucked by a fucking fossil before," I said smiling, challenging him him.

"Oh, you are a naughty girl, Jo," Catherine said, slapping me hard across my face, taking me by surprise.

I must have opened my mouth in shock, and my legs were open anyway, because as Charles drove his cock into my open cunt, Catherine pushed one of her tits into my open mouth, filling it completely. Someone also was pressing a thumb or finger hard against my clit, making my body arch as I struggled to cope with the wonderful sensations filling my pussy, and the feel of Catherine's soft breast trying to choke me, feeling as if I had her entire tit inside.

"Yeah, fuck the slut the way she deserves," I heard another male voice say, telling me that Bill had come back.

I had no idea how long he had been watching, but as Catherine turned towards him, I saw she'd lost her gown, and Bill was stroking her skinny butt.

"I'm a slut as well, Bill, and deserve to be humiliated even more than Jo, as I've been doing it for longer. Fuck me in the ass Bill," she said aggressively, "make my asshole hurt so bad."

As she was speaking, she pulled him behind the seat with her, which took them out of my view until Catherine's breasts slapped against my face, as she bent her height over the seat back. Oh fuck, I could picture her holding her ass open, presenting her anal sphincter for Bill to ravage. In my mind, I could clearly see his cock just touching it, before he thrust it deep into her.

"Aagghh!" she cried, and the seat rocked, confirming that my mental image had been close to reality.

I moved my head around, trying to grab one of Catherine's tits again to suck it into my mouth, as the bench rocked with the opposite, uncoordinated thrusts of Bill's dick up in Catherine's bowels, and Charles' forceful pumping into my cunt.

I knew Bill would be loving it, because he liked anal sex more than I did, so fucking this ancient neighbour's shit hole must be sending him wild. But I was feeling just as wild, as Catherine realised what I was attempting and pushed her breast hard into my mouth again, and Charles worked the inside of my vagina with his cock, while his thumb brutalised my clit.

"Pound her asshole, Bill. The bitch still can't get enough, even though hundreds of men must have been up there, and shoot your spunk into her bowels the way all of them did, while I show Jo what an experienced cock can do to her cunt."

He was certainly doing that, alright. Not only was what he was doing to my clit sending my arousal through the roof, but he was doing things to my vagina that I'd never felt before. I didn't quite know what it was, but he seemed to be rocking and twisting when he was right inside me, stretching my hole, and sending electric pulses zinging through my vulva.

I didn't care how he did it, though. I was just loving it as I fought to control the urge to come, pressure building up inside me, threatening to blast me apart. I was sucking hard on Catherine's tit, then biting down, as hard as I could given my mouth was stretched open, and I was trying to find her nipple with my tongue, only to discover it was unreachable, tickling the back of my throat.

"F ... f... f ... f... fuck!" Catherine kept repeating, each 'f' getting louder, as Bill was surely using her ass even harder than he had let himself use mine.

God, I shouldn't have thought of that, picturing my husband's balls hitting her cunt, as his cock ploughed deep into her guts, because I just couldn't stop myself coming. I tried to yell out, but Catherine's tit muffled it almost totally, but Catherine herself did it for me as she came, and I imagined the jets of spunk coming out of the tip of Bill's cock into her asshole.

Even as I imagined that, jerking around against the constraints, Charles' body on top of me, I could feel the pulsation in his cock, changing the picture to ropes of his sperm jetting into my vagina, pushing what was already there from Bill and Arnie up into my womb.

It was certainly turning out to be a hell of a day, but as Catherine's breast fell out of my mouth, and Charles dick softened and slipped out of me, I heard a series of four little clicks, and I knew I wouldn't let it end yet.

"I'm free!"

"Good, because, it really is cold now, isn't it? We'd better get home Charles before we go down with something. We really must catch up again sometime, Jo, Bill."

"No, no, Catherine. Our house is nearer, so why not come and have a nightcap with us?"

I could see Bill giving me one of those looks that told me he knew exactly what his scheming bitch of a wife was up to.

"Yes, do, because I'm sure you're as keen to find out more about us, as we are of you, aren't you?"

We must have made a strange sight: a middle-aged and an older couple, all naked, carrying their clothes and dripping gently as they walked into the house. We showed Catherine and Charles the second bathroom, so they could at least wipe themselves off a bit, and Bill and I went into ours.

"Even after all you've done today, you still want to get fucked again, Jo? And you're just wiping, not cleaning yourself out? Shit, these days there must be sperm permanently swimming around inside you, darling."

It wasn't quite the image I'd have liked, but I realised he was probably right. All those poor sperm trying to fight it out to fertilise me, only to be defeated by the pill stopping me releasing an egg. I remembered from school that in animals like mice, supposedly the female can be fertilised by one male already, but if a second comes along she likes better, then she aborts the first embryo, and gets impregnated by the new male. I had to chuckle as I wondered who out of Arnie, Bill and Charles would have won out, had I been fertile.

When we walked back into the lounge, they were already there, naked like us, waiting for us.

"I'm so glad you didn't dress," Catherine said, "because you know we didn't come her just to talk, don't you? So, tell us why when we moved in a year or so ago, we never saw much of you, but then six months ago, Charles suddenly spotted you naked, Jo, giving blow jobs on your doorstep, and then being fucked out in the garden."

"I don't think you could have seen all of that with the naked eye, even when you were walking the dog, surely," Bill queried.

"Ah, yes, sorry about that, but once I spotted something the first time, I set up my high magnification telescope to find out what was going on," Charles replied.

I noticed that, whether by accident or design, we'd sat almost exactly opposite each other, and of course I had my legs open so that our neighbours good take a proper look at my cunt, and Catherine was gently opening and closing her legs opposite me. There wasn't a spare ounce of fat on her anywhere, and indoors, she seemed even taller than she had outside.

Like me, though, Bill had his eyes firmly fixed on her bald cunt, and I could see his cock starting to firm up again, as was Charles' as he spotted I was starting to leak again. Given the situation, it seemed silly not to just give them the story, so I told them how I was a depressed drunk until my tit popped out on the doorstep, and I discovered the joys of exhibitionism.

"It didn't stop there, though. She found just showing herself wasn't enough, and now she'll fuck anyone, man or woman, and never seems to be able to come enough," Bill added.

"I didn't see you complaining, darling, when you rammed you cock up Catherine's asshole, but that's enough of us. How come you two seem to be as wicked as us, especially ..."

"... Especially as we're ancient fossils, you mean? That's the trouble, each new generation seems to think it was them that invented sex, even if they wouldn't be there unless their parents had fucked," Catherine started. "Me, I was brought up in a rich business family in Boston, who tried to control everything I did. It was the time of Flower Power and free love. I wanted some of it, so I ran away from home as soon as I was legally old enough.

"My parents always had enough money around that I could take what I thought was enough to get me to California. Well, it wasn't, and when I took to hitch-hiking, I pretty much got raped twice along the way. I was still a virgin, and since I wasn't on the pill, I was terrified of getting pregnant, so I learned the hard way how to give blow jobs and take it up my ass. God, I can still remember how much it hurt the first time in that truck driver's cab ...

"Anyway, I never made it to California, because I got a lift to Las Vegas with another trucker, where new casinos were going up like weeds. Someone must have seen me - my tits were still not big, but stuck straight out then - and thought I'd make a good showgirl. I'd done ballet at school, and loved gymnastics, so dancing came easily, and by then I was happy to let all the bosses take me up the ass to get employment. That was where I met Charles."

"Yeah, my upbringing was just the opposite. It was rough, real rough. My parents were always arguing, and one night I watched my father stick a kitchen knife right through my mother's belly. I'd never seen so much blood. He went to the chair, and I got taken into care. Care! It was anything but.

"It was the time when the Vietnam war was in full swing, and kids were getting called up as soon as they were old enough. I'd seen enough bloodshed, so there was no way I was going to fight, and I ran away from the home before my callup papers arrived. I don't know why I ended up in Vegas, but I did. It was all run by ... let's say, the families then, and I couldn't avoid getting used to do all sorts of business for them, though I never did any violence.

"In the end, I was owed enough favours that I managed to persuade one of the casinos to train me as a roulette croupier."

I was trying to do the mental arithmetic, but I think I managed to work out that they must both be a few years older than my original estimate, late sixties at best.

"That's where I met him. As Charles said, it was all family run then, and as well as being topless dancers, us showgirls were expected to do a lot more than dancing when the bosses came to town, but of course, they got us on the pill as soon as it came out. The thing was, the dumb fuck wasn't content with getting paid as a croupier, but started to persuade some of the rich women who came that if they let him fuck them, he could alter the wheel so they would win.

"He couldn't, of course, but it wasn't long before the bosses spotted something was wrong. They dressed me up as a rich young bimbo, with more money than sense, and after I'd let him fuck me, I told the management just what he was up to."

"Dumb cunt, I thought."

"But I wasn't dumb, was I Charles? There's an awful lot of desert in Nevada to lose a few bodies, and if you believe the stories, more than a few people have gone over the Hoover dam with concrete boots on. But I managed to convince the bosses that they could work it to their advantage, because of course they could really influence the wheel, and after the next rich women had let Charles fuck them, they started to win ..."

"... and they let me fuck them some more ..."

"... but then the casino swapped the balance, and they lost out big time. Anyway, I earned credits for reporting what Charles had been up to, and it seemed the bosses liked a tall, gymnastic girl who could manage positions they had never seen before, and the other girls couldn't ..."

"... and they loved your perfect cunt, didn't they? Show them, darling."

Well, I already had a pretty good view of Catherine's slit, and while it looked fine, I couldn't see anything that special about it. At least, I couldn't until she pulled herself open. Fuck, it was perfectly symmetrical, her well-developed lips making an almost perfect arrowhead at the front, broadening out into butterfly-like wings, then tapering to almost nothing at the sides of her hole.

And what a hole it was. Beautiful and pink, a bit like Diana's, but the most amazing thing was that she had an almost perfect ring of inner ears, just inside her hole, seeming to even hide her pee hole. I'd seen a few like it in porn pictures, but never anything so perfectly formed, and given her age, I'd expected her hole to have stretched and got flabby.

"Yeah, you've never seen anything like it, have you? Neither had they, and with all her gymnastic training, she had the most fabulous control. I mean, she could sit on your cock and get you off by just working her cunt muscles without you even moving an inch. And she's still got most of it, though she has to like you a lot to let you find out. But that's not all ..."

Shit, when Catherine moved her fingers back to the front of her slit, and pushed hard down, up popped a miniature cock. It probably was no more than an inch long, and it was obviously her clit, but for all the world the shape and colouration made it look just like a circumcised dick, even down to the helmet. She smiled at us, using one hand to gently rub over the head, as the other kept it visible.

"Well, anyway, as I was saying, between us we did a lot of favours for the family, and we came across lots of film stars who wrongly seemed to think they didn't need to pay to make sure what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so we managed to put aside a good amount of money over a couple of years. Then they started to clean up Vegas, and there was an amnesty of Vietnam draft dodgers, so we decided to get married, and start a new life free from the obligations of the Vegas families.

"I managed to pull a few strings ..."

"... fuck a few highly placed university administrators, she means ..."

"... and Charles got a place at Stanford, studying mathematics ..."

"... which I'd become fascinated with, watching that wheel all the time, and to my surprise, I turned out to be pretty good at it ..."

"... and with my contacts, I set up a corporate entertainment company. That was early on in the Silicon Valley era, and there were people with more money than they knew what to do with ..."

"... and dicks they didn't know who to put into."

"Thank you, Charles, why do you always make it sound so sordid. You'll be making Bill and Jo think I'm just a total slut if you carry on like that ..."

Given she'd just let my husband take her up the ass on first meeting, well, I suppose strictly speaking the second, to give her credit, and the fact that she was naked, and had shown us her cunt, which she was still gently stroking, I think we'd pretty much got that already. Not that I could talk, could I?

"Well, you are a slut, Cath, but I love you all the more for it. Anyway, as I said, I turned out to be good at mathematics, and when I graduated, I managed to get a professorship at a mid-tier university, and I turned my attention to the mathematics of gambling ..."

"... and I moved my business, but then started producing three more children, having had one already when we were in Stanford ... and now we've got seven wonderful grandchildren ..."

"Yeah, and who'd have thought she could have popped all four kids out without damaging that perfect cunt, eh? But back to gambling. Cath and I dressed ourselves up, and together we used my methods to beat the odds at the blackjack tables, and even with some roulette wheels, which weren't properly balanced. We won a ton of money, but got barred of course ..."

"... and even though the families weren't as strong, I had to fuck a few more of them to let us off with just that ..."

"... but we went abroad, and then the Native American casinos opened up, so as long as we only did it a couple of times a year, and didn't try to break the bank, along with Cath's business, which also boomed, we did pretty well for ourselves."

"Wow. What are you doing now?"

"Charles's retired, of course, my I've just started a new event business with a new partner. He's got a few problems with his wife, but it's starting to come together, and I think you'd be just the sort of people who might like to take a membership with us ..."

"''Course, we both miss as much fucking as we used to have, so we're always on the lookout for new opportunities, which was why I paid so much attention to the naked woman who started to appear. I mean, who wants to fuck old people like us? Even I'm not so sure ..."

"I am, though," I said, launching myself at her, intent on exploring that perfect cunt of hers.

Unfortunately, Bill had the same idea, and we rebounded off each other as we fought to be the first to get our hands and our faces up between Catherine's legs.