Making ends meet

In 1985 I left the Navy having discovered I didn't particularly like being told what to do and instead of going home to Scotland, moved to Guildford where my girlfriend was from. I had no money but quickly found a job in a small sheetmetal workshop and digs. The job was ok, working for a guy making car body parts, but it wasn't well paid. The boss sympathised but could only afford to pay me £85 a week with a bit of overtime now and then. My digs were with a middle-aged couple who were quite some characters. Their son was in prison so they were renting out his room. Not the most attractive couple, they were a bit overweight but liked to lounge around in their underwear listening to American country music. "Quite coarse" would be putting it mildly but they were friendly and the room was only £30 a week. But money was always tight. Ash, my boss, helped out as much as he could with overtime and paying me for odd jobs.

He asked me to go over to his house one day and help him get an old MG he was selling ready. The car was some saloon from the 50s that wouldn't start so it involved heaving away at the starting handle. Being a hot day, I soon stripped to the waist and was sweating at the exertions. Now, I wasn't ripped by any means. I was a pretty skinny k** but still very fit from basic training and hard work. It was enough to attract the attention of Ash's wife though who started popping out to the drive to water the plants and generally hang about. I caught her looking at me a few times and thought nothing of it.

Once the car was finally running we stopped for a beer on their patio. Ash thanked me for helping out and slipped me £10 and I said if he had any more oddjobs I'd happily help out. At this, his wife Janet mentioned the old greenhouse needed knocked down and the foundations dug out - could I do it for them? We agreed a price and it was arranged I'd go back the next weekend. Janet smiled and said she'd look forward to it, which seemed a bit of a strange thing to say.

Of course, when the weekend came around the good weather had gone in a typical English summer and it was chucking it down. I got to my boss's house just as he was leaving. "Don't worry about the foundations in this weather, just get the thing knocked down and broken up. Janet will keep you supplied with hot tea."

I set to work and soon had the greenhouse down but got soaked to the skin doing it. Janet came out and told me to come in out the rain so I followed her to the kitchen for a cup of tea. She offered to dry my clothes in the tumble drier so I stripped off my jersey and t-shirt. "You can put your jeans in too" she offered but I got all shy and said I was fine.

We sat at the kitchen table and chatted. She got my life story and when I said that I'd split up amicably from my girlfriend because I was always skint she voiced concern and took my hand. "I'm sure a good looking lad like you won't be single for long". I laughed nervously and confessed I wasn't very good with girls and didn't really know anyone in Guildford. She got up to get more tea but when she came back, she sat beside me at the table. Taking my hands in hers she said "Be confident with girls, that's what we want" and she pulled me closer. She leant in and we kissed, at first lightly but with increasing passion. She lifted my hands and put them on her breasts then started rubbing my naked chest. As I squeezed her tits, she twisted my nipples and bit my lip. I quickly lifted her sweater and undid her bra so we were both naked from the waist up as we snogged. It wasn't long before my hand was under her skirt and slipping under her panties to find a very wet slit. As I found her clit, she gasped and sank her teeth into my neck, pulling me tighter to her. As I clumsily rubbed her she began shuddering before saying "Do me, oh do me now". We stood and as she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, I quickly stepped out of my wet jeans and pants. My cock slapped rigid against my flat belly and I turned her around to push her over the table. I fumbled at first but she reached back and guided my prick into her hot, wet hole and we started to fuck like rabbits. It wasn't gentle and I was quickly hammering her hard, her arse cheeks slapping against me as her hole wetly swallowed me. She wasn't quiet either, wailing and shouting the most crude things about filling her cunt. It wasn't long before I stiffened and shot up her, my prick jerking inside her pussy as she shuddered and ground back against me. As I pulled out, she was still excited and turned around. "On your knees" she instructed as she leant back against the table with her legs spread and started to masturbate. I was fascinated as I'd never seen a girl play with herself and I watched as her fingers strummed her clit and my spunk oozed from her red, swollen hole. When she came it was loudly and I watched her pussy spasm and force my spunk out in waves. Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy, grinding her wet lips smeared with my cum against my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and thrust my tongue into her hole allowing our mixed juices to flow in. It felt dirty and wrong but my cock was rigid with excitement. Abruptly she pushed me away and she collapsed back on the table as her legs gave way. I sat on the floor, savouring the unusual taste as she got her breath back. As I said, I was rigid and ready for round two so started stroking her thighs but when I got near her pussy she pushed me away again. "No, that's enough for today. I think you should go now".

We both dressed and said an awkward goodbye. I went to kiss her on the lips but she turned away at the last moment and I half kissed her ear. "Thank you" she said, "Thank you". I asked her if we could do it again and she said "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe".

As I walked down the street heading home, I passed Ash as he returned in his car. He didn't stop but waved and smiled as he passed. I couldn't help but think it was a knowing smile but headed home anyway.


Work the next week was strange. Ash never mentioned what had happened and I started to wonder if he knew I'd fucked his wife over his breakfast table. I kept my mouth shut other than to ask if he needed the foundations sorted.

"Oh, no, no. I've decided to leave them in and use them as the base for a shed I'm going to put up"

I decided it must have been a one-off but when Friday came round, my pay packet was a bit heavier. "For the overtime you put in". Wow, it was double what I usually got, far more than I'd expect for knocking down an old greenhouse. I looked at Ash quizzically.

"You did a good job, a really good job"

I left for my digs none the wiser as to whether Ash was in on the whole thing or not. To be honest, I didn't care. The extra money was burning a hole in my pocket and I phoned Toni, my old girlfriend, to say I was going to take her out for a meal. She seemed happy to agree but put it off until the Sunday.

Toni was a girl I'd met in the navy. We'd started off as pen pals and the letters got filthier and filthier until, by the time we met, we knew almost every one of each other's dirty little kinks. Our relationship therefore started off torridly passionate and only over time did we become good friends. Good enough friends that we often drifted apart for a while before finding each other again. I knew she'd had other boyfriends - and girlfriends whilst she knew I'd seen other women. I suppose they'd call it an "Open Relationship" or "FWBs" nowadays, we were just good pals who fucked.

Over a pizza on Sunday (hey, double what I usually got still wasn't a lot) I told Toni all about what had happened, much to her fascinated delight.

"Oh God, how old is she?"

I hadn't really thought about it. "Late 40s, early 50s maybe"

"Wow - old enough to be your mum. Tell me everything"

There honestly wasn't much to tell. It was one of those quick, hard knee-trembling fucks but Toni wanted to know how tight she felt, what was her skin tone like, what was her hair like (did I mention Toni was a trainee hairdresser? hair was very important to her).

After I'd told her every detail, Toni was visibly aroused. Her cheeks were flushed and she had that dirty little grin she always had when she was horny. Her hand slipped out of sight beneath the table before she reached out her fingers to my mouth. I could smell her pussy before I tasted it - the musky aroma of her cunt always got me hard. You've got me in the mood for a shag, where can we go?

I didn't want to take her back to my digs and we couldn't go to hers as she lived with her parents so we headed down to the banks of the river that runs through the middle of Guildford. We found a spot away from the lights and she was soon on her back, skirt lifted, with my face buried in her pussy. Oh but Toni always tasted good. She was fastidiously clean and used to trim her pubic hair short and into shapes long before it became the fashion. It wasn't long before my jeans were tugged down and I was burying my hard cock in her wet and willing hole. As we fucked, she grabbed my arse and spoke obscenities in my ear about how her young cunt must be tighter than some old trollop's.

We were interrupted mid stroke by two joggers who ran past without warning. I just had time to look up as the second ran past with a look of surprise on his face. "Did you see..." he called out to his mate as they carried on jogging. Toni and I were in fits of laughter but decided it was a bit risky to stay where we were. It was also getting a bit late and Toni's mum was due to come and pick her up before taking her home to Shalford. So we dusted ourselves down, wiped the grass off and headed for the bus stop where she said she'd meet her mum. I couldn't leave her on her own so waited with her. Inevitably the pair of us got horny again, especially as I was hugging her from behind and grinding my hard-on into her.

"Stop, my mum will be here soon"

I didn't stop, instead turning her around so she was stood on a step with me behind her, my cock at the right height.

Toni giggled as I lifted the back of her skirt. She pulled her knickers to one side as I unzipped and pulled my stiff cock out. With a little maneuvering, I was inside her and we were able to fuck in plain sight. People in cars going by would have just seen two teenagers cuddling, not knowing her wet pussy lips were sliding over my shaft and my knob was prodding her cervix with every thrust. She thought this was hilarious and her giggling made her cunt contract rhythmically on my cock, adding to the sensation.

"Stop, I think that's my mum"

As the old Austin Maxi drew up and Toni's mum leaned over to smile and wave at us, I shot a thick load of cum deep inside my girlfriend, the last jet splashing on her thighs and inside her skirt as we parted. I quickly tucked my cock away but I couldn't be sure her mum hadn't noticed - the smile froze for just a second then the car door opened and Toni climbed in.

She told me later that it was the hardest thing she'd ever done, keeping her pussy muscles clamped in the car to contain my spunk until she finally got home and ran to the loo.


When I got back to my digs, I could hear the sounds of a football match in the living room. I think it was England playing or something so I thought I'd join them and watch the game. I mentioned that Jim and Carol liked to lounge around in their underwear but I was unprepared for the sight that greeted me. Carol was on her knees by the couch in her granny knickers and a dirty white vest that barely contained her ample tits giving Jim a blowjob. That was surprising enough but what shocked me was the size of Jim's cock. As Carol looked up to say "Hiya love, grab a seat", Jim's massive cock was left proudly on display. I'd seen him wandering around the house naked and barely noticed his cock to be honest. I was straight and used to being around naked men in the Navy so his average size flaccid dick just hadn't registered. But my God, Jim was a grower not a shower. His dick was rigid, as long and as thick as my forearm with a strong curve. The skin was stretched taut and glistening from Carol's sloppy blowjob (I noticed she'd taken her teeth out to do a better job) and the knob was as red and shiny as an apple. For some reason I was fascinated and although I looked away, my own cock jumped in my jeans. I was hugely embarrassed but Jim and Carol were totally unfazed. "Come and sit down love, I'm just giving Jim a quick gobble, he likes it on a Sunday night"

I tried to leave, really I did, but the pair of them insisted. I made a pretence of watching the game from the seat furthest away from them but I watched intently from the corner of my eye as Carol somehow managed to get all of that monster cock into her mouth and down her throat. When her lips were buried in his pubes she'd gargle and the vibrations obviously pleased Jim because he'd take his eyes off the football for a second to tell her she was doing a good job. After probably 10 minutes of this she came up for air complaining her jaw hurt and started jerking his cock, wanking him off vigorously. She was talking dirty and he was telling her to shush because he was watching the football. By this time I'd given up and was watching her fist pump his cock, lubricated copiously by the spit she periodically gobbed into her fist. Finally he came, shooting two strong spurts into the air which landed on her pumping fist to be massaged back into his shaft. Carol got up and, wiping her hands on her dirty vest asked, "Cuppa tea love?"