Author: Akiko

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‘Mark!’ Harold called through the shed door. ‘Come out here, lad. You’ll want to see this up close.’

Mark came across the lawn, grinning, and squeezed into the shed. Harold sat on an upturned crate, unzipped his old corduroys and pulled out a long, thick cock. ‘On your knees, Claire. Show your husband how you suck an old man’s cock.’

She knelt in the dirt. Harold’s cock smelled of soap and sweat and she licked it from root to tip while both men watched. Then she took him deep, bobbing, slurping, Harold’s gnarled hand on the back of her head.

‘She’s good,’ Harold said to Mark, conversational, as if discussing roses. ‘Take her from behind, lad. Let me watch her face while you fuck her.’

Mark dropped to his knees behind her and shoved into her pussy. Claire choked on Harold’s cock, sandwiched between her husband and the neighbour, the two men talking over her like she was a thing they were sharing. That was the part that made her come — hard, shaking, moaning wetly around Harold’s shaft.

Harold groaned and pulled out, stroking himself, and came across her face in long hot ropes. Mark followed, filling her pussy, gasping.

Claire knelt there, glazed and dripping, dazed with happiness.

Harold zipped up and looked thoughtfully at Mark. ‘There’s the residents’ association meeting on Tuesday,’ he said. ‘Six of us. All lonely old men.’

Mark looked at his wife. Claire looked back. Her pussy clenched.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Harold led her through his back door, past a kitchen that still had his late wife’s tea towels, and up to a bedroom with a brass bed and floral curtains. Mark followed at a distance and settled in the doorway.

‘Lie down,’ Harold said. ‘Legs open. Let me look at you properly.’

Claire lay back on the old candlewick bedspread and spread herself. Harold knelt between her thighs, slow on his knees, and buried his face in her pussy.

He ate her like a man who’d been starving for years. Broad, flat licks, then his tongue deep inside her, then sucking her clit between his lips while two thick fingers fucked her. Claire grabbed the brass rails and howled. She came on his tongue within minutes, then again when he didn’t stop.

‘Forty years of practice,’ he chuckled, wiping his chin. Mark laughed from the doorway, cock in his hand.

Then Harold climbed on top of her, heavy and warm, and slid his cock in. Missionary, deep and slow, his chest hair rough on her tits, kissing her open-mouthed. It was so tender and so filthy at once that she wrapped her legs round him and pulled him in harder.

‘I’m going to fill you up, love,’ he grunted. ‘And then I’m going to keep you all afternoon.’

He came inside her with a long groan. Then, still on top of her, he looked over at Mark.

‘Same time next Sunday,’ Harold said. ‘But next time, I’m bringing a few things from the drawer.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Harold didn’t take her anywhere. He turned her round, pressed her chest down onto the workbench among the seed trays and terracotta pots, and kicked her feet apart with his boot.

‘Sixty-one and I’ve never had a girl like you,’ he growled, unbuckling. His cock was long, curved, grey-haired at the root, and harder than she’d expected. He rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, teasing, until she begged.

‘Please, Mr Penrose. Please fuck me.’

He pushed in slowly, all the way, and held there, letting her feel every inch. Then he began to fuck her with long, patient strokes, the bench rocking, a pot falling and smashing on the floor. He knew exactly what he was doing. He took his time and made her feel it.

Through the dusty shed window, Claire could see Mark at the kitchen glass, hand moving in his trousers. She moaned his name.

Harold slapped her arse, hard. ‘Not his name, love. Mine.’ His rough thumb found her clit and he rubbed it while he pounded her, and she came with a shout that sent a pigeon flapping off the shed roof.

He kept going. Older men, she discovered, could last forever. He fucked her through a second orgasm, then a third, until her legs had gone and he was holding her up by the hips.

Then the shed door creaked. Claire turned, expecting Mark.

It was Harold’s brother, Dennis, sixty-four, standing in the doorway with a trowel in his hand and his mouth hanging open.

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Mark pulled his shirt off. ‘I’m not watching this one. I’m playing.’

They carried her to the sofa. Mark lay back and pulled Claire on top of him, sinking her down onto his cock, so familiar and so good she nearly wept. ‘Hold still,’ he whispered. ‘Tom. Her arse.’

Tom slicked his cock with lube from the drawer Mark had prepared earlier — of course he had — and pressed against her tight hole. Claire whimpered. Mark held her face and kissed her. ‘Breathe, love. Red if you need it.’

She didn’t need it. She pushed back, and Tom’s cock slid into her arse inch by burning inch until she was stuffed with two men at once, so full she could feel them rubbing against each other through her.

Then Jake knelt on the arm of the sofa and put his cock in her mouth.

Three of them. Every hole. They fucked her together, slow at first, then rough, the sofa creaking, her body bouncing helplessly between them. Mark kept murmuring ‘good girl, good girl’ while Tom spanked her arse red and Jake held her hair like a handle.

She came twice, the second one so hard she blacked out for a second and woke still being fucked, drool and cum on her chin.

Jake pulled out and finished across her tits. Tom groaned and filled her arse. Mark held her hips down, still hard inside her, and grinned.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘there’s one more friend who missed poker tonight. And he’s just texted to say he’s outside.’

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‘Both of you,’ Mark said. ‘Right there on the table.’

Tom dropped his jeans first and pushed into her from behind, slow and thick, filling her until she moaned into the felt. Jake walked round the table, gripped her hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Claire was spit-roasted across a poker table in her own dining room, chips digging into her tits, and she had never been wetter.

They found a rhythm. Every time Tom thrust, it shoved her forward onto Jake’s cock, and every time Jake pulled back she was pushed onto Tom’s. Wet slapping, her muffled gagging, the clatter of falling cards.

Mark stood at the head of the table, filming on his phone. ‘Look at the camera, love. Look how much of a slut you are for me.’ She looked up, mascara running, mouth stuffed, and moaned around Jake’s shaft.

Tom reached under her and rubbed her clit in hard circles. She came screaming around Jake’s cock, pussy spasming, legs shaking off the floor.

‘Swap,’ Mark ordered. They switched ends. She tasted herself on Tom’s cock while Jake slammed into her sloppy pussy so hard the table legs shrieked. Then Tom spat on his thumb and pressed it against her arse.

Claire froze. Mark knelt by her face and stroked her cheek. ‘Your arse, darling. Never been touched by anyone but me. Do they get it tonight?’

Tom’s thumb pushed in to the first knuckle. Claire opened her mouth to answer.

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‘Jake,’ Mark said. ‘Take her up. I’ll come and watch in a minute.’ Jake didn’t need telling twice. He hauled Claire over his shoulder and carried her up to the marital bed, her bare arse in the air.

He threw her down and stripped. His cock was thick and veined, heavier than Mark’s, and Claire stared at it with her mouth open. ‘Suck it,’ Jake said, and she crawled forward and took him, stretching her lips around the head, gagging as he pushed deeper.

Mark slipped in and sat in the corner chair, stroking himself. ‘Look at me while you do it, love.’ She did, eyes watering, Jake’s cock sliding wet in and out of her throat.

Then Jake flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over his arms and drove into her in one brutal thrust. Claire screamed. He was so big she felt split open, every stroke dragging against her G-spot, her pussy squelching loudly around him.

‘Tell him,’ Mark said. ‘Tell him how it feels.’

‘It’s bigger,’ she sobbed. ‘He’s bigger than you, Sir, he’s fucking me so deep…’ She came hard, clamping down, and Jake groaned and fucked her through it, faster, sweat dripping on her tits.

‘Where do you want it?’ Jake panted.

Mark stood up and walked to the bed, smiling down at his wife’s wrecked face. ‘Inside her,’ he said. ‘And then the door opens, because Tom’s been waiting on the landing.’

Claire heard the handle turn.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.