My story really needs me to paint something of a pen picture if you are to believe how a man in his mid-fifties came to be fucking a group of young women, so here goes. As I said, I am in my mid-fifties, living with my partner Jo for the past ten years. She is a nurse who works night shifts, always at weekends, and when this happened we had all three of her children living with us. The eldest, Julia, has now been at university for two years and is twenty years of age. Jessica, her younger sister is now just nineteen, and getting her university options sorted. The youngest of the brood is Justin, who is twelve years old.
Jo knew very little about how fulfilling an active sex life could be prior to meeting me, but sex is now a very important part of her existence. She does not want her children to grow into adults with the same sexual hangups that she had, so we have raised the children in an open atmosphere. Jo's shifts and my regular hours mean that we do not have a great deal of time together; so we have always been very honest about going to bed for a love-making session in the middle of the day. The children know not to disturb us, and accept things for what they are. Our bedroom is always open to them after knocking. The paraphernalia of sex is there for all to witness; there is a large mirror above the bed with various lubes visible on bedside tables. Bedside cabinets contain a large collection of sex toys, dildos, DVDs, bondage gear, etc. -- nothing is locked away, and anyone could explore our room during our absence. We are of the belief that sex ought not to be hidden either. We want them to know that a healthy sex life is part of ordinary living. Questions about sex are welcomed, whether at the dining table, or in private.
That kind of sets the scene enough for you to understand how things unfold, so I shall begin to recount my tale. This all took place a couple of years ago when Julia was eighteen and still at home. She was one of the oldest in her year at school, and always had a large circle of friends who were always welcome in our modest home. One day she asked me whether some of her friends could sleep over at our place at the weekend, as they were all planning to go out on the town to celebrate someone's eighteenth birthday. This was a common occurrence; I agreed, of course, and explained that her mother would, as usual, be working.
Late on the following Saturday afternoon her friends started to appear at the house, and they began to prepare themselves for their evening out. This involved a lot of time being spent in front of the large mirror in our lounge, as they did their makeup and decided how to dress. One of the girls whom I had met on a couple of occasions before was Claudia; she was the oldest in the friendship group, and was the daughter of two medical doctors. She was brilliant at school, holding the record for the number of exam A* passes with her older brother. She was also a natural athlete, and a talented musician; in short, she was one of those amazing children who shine at everything they do. However, you would hesitate to describe her as pretty; her looks were quite ordinary, but her taught body, honed by years of competitive sport, more than made up for her other shortcomings.
As she got herself ready, I noticed that she was not the same as the others in some strange way. She was a woman, while the rest where still girls. Claudia was always two steps ahead of her peers; she was the first to pass her driving test, and on her first attempt to boot. There was always an interesting opinion to be had if you engaged her in conversation, and she had a quiet confidence that the others simply did not possess. Her ambition at the time was to study medicine at Oxford, and it was no surprise to anyone who knew her that it was achieved in due time. As she put on her high heels, I could not help noticing that she had really shapely legs with beautifully shaped calf muscles. I could not stop thinking to myself that some lucky young man was going to fuck Claudia in the not too distant future.
So, as any parent would, I asked their arrangements for the evening, and was told where they going, that Claudia was the designated driver, and what time I could expect them home. Julia knew the score; when she came home, she was to knock on my bedroom door to inform me that they were safely home, so I wished them a good time and settled down with a book until bedtime.
At about 02:30 I heard Claudia's car pull up outside the house, and disgorge its slightly tipsy contents into the street below my bedroom window. I heard Julia's key in the lock and the kind of noises that four girls returning from a night out might make. Moments later Julia knocked at the bedroom door, and softly informed they were home after having a fun time. I heard their banter and giggles for a few moments as they made up their beds on various sofas in the lounge where they were all to sleep, and then drifted off to sleep again.
