That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
The two old girls who own the corner shop are a right dirty pair. I've known them for about 20 years. We often wondered if they were a pair of fannylickers, but they enjoy a bit of cock up their cuntyholes too much to bat for just the one side. Rube is about 63, she's got great big udders that spill out of her bra, fucking lovely they are. Brenda is a bit older and blonde with even bigger hangers. She likes to keep hers covered in tight t-shirts and tops , but makes up for it in the legs department. She likes to wear shorter skirts with her fuck me heels.
We live on a nice estate in Essex, where everyone knows each other. The shop where Brenda & Rube work is next door to local pub. They were in their late 40's when we first moved here. An age where a woman is at the start of their real sexiness. I was only a wee girl when I first met them, a slip of a k**. I was quite an innocent young girl with no real experience with boys. I had big b*****rs, so I had no chance of any cock, or even a fanny tickle till I was at the right age. All my other friends from school were getting at least a fingerpoke either from each other, or some skinny boy with balls that were constantly ready to blow a load.
They took to me quite quickly and I knew they treated me differently from the other girls who were getting a bit of a poke. They thought I was the sweetest thing and never made saucy comments where I was. The other girls would get quizzed by the two of them about how many fingers they took and giving them tips on how to wank themselves off , and their boys. They sometimes showed the girls using bananas and courgettes. They once opened a jar of winkles to demonstrate a rub they liked to do on each others fanny when they were out walking their dogs. Because the girls were that age, they never acted out of turn with them. We all knew they were a dirty pair from the stories you'd hear around the estate. I didn't know if they were true stories or not, but I'd have my hand down my knickknicks rubbing my clit off at the thought of it most nights.
One particular story kept both of my holes on the throb for days. Mrs Jenkins, a woman who lived on our close went over to the shop. Rube was sitting behind the counter on her own. She gestured Mrs Jenkins to come over quickly, and let her know to be quiet. Rube summoned her over and signalled her to come behind the counter, keeping quiet as she did. What she saw nearly made her fanny explode. There was old Brenda on all fours with her arse sticking out, thrusting her hips slowly. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist and her knickers looked like they were full of something, she wasn't sure what. She was also wearing headphones and a blindfold. Rube whispered to Mrs Jenkins that Brenda's new kink was sensory deprivation of sight and sound. Rube got right into the next bit….Brenda wanted Rube to run the shop as normal and for her to secretly play with Brenda's fanny hole when the customers came in and out. Brenda would know there were customers in when Rubes thumb poked it's way through her hairy flaps, either into her fuckhole or to slide over her clitty-knob.
After a couple of goes, Rube came up with a better idea. She knew Brenda was a fuckpig and she'd do just about anything to get her leg over or her fanny serviced. The next day before they opened, Brenda took up position under the counter. Rube got down on the floor behind her
"Spread em Love, see if I know you!" she cackled. "Rube, you're a dirty cow, don't you pretend you're not loving this you saucy bugger".
Rube lifted up Brenda's skirt and rubbed the back of Brenda's legs, scratching them lightly with her long nails. She worked her way over her arse and rubbed round her big fanny mound. She grabbed a handful of cuntflaps and gave her a squeeze.
"Ohhh you dirty bugger Rube, you getting on the throb now are you girl? she growled.
"On the throb? I've had 6 wanks in 2 days looking at your sexy big arse all day girl!"
They both cackled and egged each other on.
Rube pulled out a plastic bag filled with goodies and took each item out and put them on the floor.
"Let's get these down a minute girl" she rasped as she pulled Brenda's knickers down to her knees.
There was nothing hornier than a woman with her arse and fanny in the air and her knickers round her knees. Rube had seen and done it herself many a time. It was her favourite way to be fucked. Thoughts flashed through her mind of the many cocks that had porked their way through her fannymeat over the years. She'd always insisted they keep her knickers round her knees or ankles. She loved the desperation of her knickers being yanked down for the quick fucks she'd had up the back alley behind the pub over the years. Some were quickies with sexy fellers she'd met in the bar, some were with any dirty old man that was around when she needed a fannyfuck, or sometimes, when their luck was in, a cockslide up her arse when she was really gagging for it.
Brenda was now in the same position she'd been in a million times. Rube secured the knickers round Brenda's knees. She tickled Brenda's fanny hair and rubbed her finger down the crack of her big sex arse. She paused over her cliffy and rubbed right underneath her ladyknob. Brenda pushed her arse and fanny back towards Rube and let out a low dirty moan.
"You'll never lose your touch Rube, you little diamond. What have you got in store for Aunty Brenda's old minge today then?"
After about 15 minutes of attachments and insertions, Rube secured the blackout eye mask and the headphones. She pulled her knickers up,gave Brenda's arse a little pat and grabbed a handful of fanny which she gave a final squeeze to it was time to open up the shop. Her own big hairy fanny was on the throb, she might get the chance to give herself a poke later in the day.
Mrs. Jenkins looked at Brenda's knickers with a puzzled look on her face. With that, Rube hooked her fingers into Brenda's knickers and lowered them down. Brenda, on all fours, opened her knees a bit further and stuck her arse out a bit more. Her big hairy fannylips were covered in clothes pegs that had pieces of string attached. The string has been wrapped round Brenda's legs so that her cuntflaps were wide open. Brenda started to gyrate her hips and stick her arse out as far as she could. Rube gently pulled on the string to stretch Brenda's flaps open a bit further, causing a delicious pain on Brenda's hairy cuntymouth. The hairy lips were red and swollen and looked very horny to Mrs. Jenkins. She gave Rube a dirty look of appreciation and grabbed her own fanny through her black leggings, she jigged her hand around to stimulate the buzz that was happening between her legs. She bent down and looked closer at Brenda's hairy old minge so see something round and black wedged right up her fuckhole. It was a number 8 pool ball that had Rube had lovingly jammed up Brenda's old hole earlier that morning. There was a thin stick jutting out of Brenda's arsehole which Rube got hold of and moved in a circular direction. She discovered that it was a musical hammer used to play a xylophone. Rube had used it on her own fanny and arse the previous night. It wasn't too big, but when she stuck it up either hole, the muscles of her cuntypuss and arse clenched around the rubber ball and it stayed in place without slipping out. The rubber was really hard and it felt very hard & horny when it was inside. Rube loved a sore hole the next day after a good pokesesh, it made her feel even hornier.
"Give her a lick if you want darling" she purred to Mrs. Jenkins, "I'll tell her it was you when I take her blindfold and headphones off later. I know she'll want to give you a little something herself darling" she winked.
Mrs. Jenkins got right down on all fours and placed her hands on Brenda's fleshy hips, she got right behind her and pushed her fannymound against Brenda. She thrust her hips against her and reached down and put her hand over Brenda's big swollen fanny. Her index finger slid over Brenda's ladyknob, while the palm of her hand pushed against the pool ball that was making her fuckhole gape wide open. She then got hold of the pegs that were nipping into Brenda's fucklips and pulled on them to further widen Brenda's enormous hairy cuntypuss. Brenda reacted by bucking her hips back against what ever she came into contact with. She was fucking loving this. She let out a dirty little deep sigh and stuck her arse out as much as she could manage.
Mrs. Jenkins's had the biggest wide-on she'd ever known. These 2 dirty old girls turned her on more than Franco, the sexy young lad who mowed her lawn, then mowed into her fannymeat with his gorgeous big dick. She took him on about 6 months ago to do her garden. Her husband was away on the rigs, so she needed a fannyservice at least twice a week. She was 45, hot as hell and this young buck loved a horny housewife and so learned a load of dirty tricks from her, which he then performed on the stream of young ladies who happily cocked their leg up for him every weekend. He used to tell Mrs. Jenkins about his conquests every Monday when he came over. One particular incident made her so horny that after he porked her and left, she jammed a rubber fist up her fuckshoot and let it stay there for about 6 hours. She walked around the house with it jammed up her fannyhole, it felt so hard against the inner folds of her cunnyflaps. She wore a skirt so if any visitors came by, she could keep it jammed up there, giving her an extra thrill.
Franco retold the story of his previous weekend's conquest as Mrs. Jenkins prepared him his lunch. His tales got her pusspuss nice and slippery for the cockpoke she was about to receive. Franco and one of his mates decided that Sunday was fuck-a-pig night and their mission was to pick up a couple of rough old birds and fuck them like squealing pigs. Sunday night's were much easier to pick up. They could tell all the ladies who hadn't got their leg over on the Saturday night. The crazy look in these girls eyes showed how much they needed something hard up their fannyholes, or arses if their lack of action left them fuckcrazy.
More to follow from Rube & Brenda and Franco & Phil's fuck-a-pig night later