Bingo Wings

I call the numbers at the bingo hall in my dreary Northern market town. You might think I'd be some faceless, anonymous personality, clock on, clock off, pick up my pay check. Truth is I'm a bit of a local celebrity and I get more pussy now than when my job was touring medium sized venues all over Europe as a member of a boy band. Women that you'd never notice in Flares, Spoons or The Botanist turn up here, day in, day out, dressed in their drabbest drabbery. Occasionally, there'd be a beauty amongst them but I admit to actually preferring the ordinariness and eagerness to please of the housewives compared to the different neediness of the vacuous office girls, shop assistants and gym bunnies you normally find in the bars and clubs of this shithole.

Chris, a long time mate of mine had just separated from his wife of 18 months and told me he had been involuntarily celibate for the past six months as a result. I had suggested getting himself along to the bingo a couple of times before but this time he agreed.

"I can't guarantee success, Chris. You're going to have to lift your spirits and for Christ's sake don't talk to them about your ex. If I can I'll be your wing man."

"Cheers. I'll try but it's hard. I feel such a dork trying to chat women up."

"I know but you've a need to break this barren run and get that dick of yours wet again."

Chris turned up at the hall Thursday afternoon as agreed. He was dressed way too smartly for the occasion, gorgeous Italian suit and shiny leather shoes. Straightaway pissed up grannies mocked him, one of my regulars, Beryl even slapped his arse as he walked past. He took a seat next to Pat and her daughter, Sharon. Pat lived near my mum's house and I had fancied her for years but as yet had never had the pleasure. She was a real buxom milf, maybe some time soon, Sharon was going to make her a gilf.

I always felt a little ashamed each time I saw Pat as I remember one summer when I was at my mum's I'd looked out of the bedroom window and saw her talking to one of my mum's neighbours. To me, she looked like a dream, thick curly hair cascading around her plump, round face and the spectacles she always wore. Luscious, thick lips around her small mouth always caked in lipstick. A sheer white blouse through which you could make out her bra and the contours of her heavy hangers. Her skirt strained at the seams around her fat arse but below the hemline, surprisingly, was a set of very shapely pins. She always wore elegant shoes. As I surveyed this vision, I was conscious that I had become fully erect in my jogging pants. I popped into the bathroom next door. The upper part of the frosted windows was open. I could watch her as she'd shift from foot to foot and wave her arms around to illustrate whatever point it was she was trying to get across. I wanked, at first gently but ultimately furiously. I allowed my ejaculation to gush against the window and slither down to the rim of the bath in which I was standing. Poor Pat and the mouse-like neighbour were completely unaware of my perverted deeds.

Anyway, Chris had struck up a conversation with Sharon. He later told me that he'd just played innocent and naive about how to play the game and Sharon the sweet soul was only too happy to help the strange, sad, suave young man seated next to her. As I watched them play along with my numbers calling, I surveyed Sharon. Sporting dyed blonde hair, shorter than the brunette style of her mother's, she had the same plump face and lips. Her frame was similar but she stood an inch shorter than her mother and at just 20 she was slimmer, not so wonderfully stacked as Pat and with less rotundity in her butt cheeks. Overall, however, she looked like she would be a wonderful fuck. Once she'd had a couple of kids her body would probably develop to be every bit as desirable as her mother's.

My shift finished at 5pm and I couldn't wait to get with Chris and the Blackburn girls and see what developed. Chris had worked himself a wonderful opportunity and I was keen to help him get it across the line. For both of us. Professional that I was though I called the numbers with my usual pizazz. Chris even won a game, so strange to hear a straight man shouting "House!."

"Hello Ladies! 'Ow do, Chris mate? Are we going to celebrate your win?"

"It was just a £20 win but yeah, I s'pose it'll get the ladies a drink each!"

"Smooth." I thought, Chris wasn't as bad at all this as he made out, the girls were delighted to be invited but I saw a greater opportunity and potential prize.

"Or we could go back to mine, there's Pinot, Prosecco and Peroni in my fridge."

"Ooh, yes, let's! I'm dying to see the view of our town from that tower you live in." said Pat, already a little squiffy as Chris had wisely ordered a couple of rounds to their table while they played.

"Who's the wingman here? We are displaying some outstanding teamwork skills here" I thought.

The girls put their coats on and Sharon linked arms with Chris while Pat tottered along beside me. It's a short walk to the foyer of my building and the girls chattered away all the way.

"Which floor are you on, Liam, love?" asked Pat.

"Eighth"

"Ooh, you're taking us all the way up!"

"I hope so!" I whispered to Pat.

I fixed drinks for everyone while Chris showed the girls the view from the two bedroom windows.

"Make yourselves comfortable, ladies" I said.

Pat and Sharon took off their coats and Pat kicked off her heels.

"Normally I'd take my bra off too. You know, there's no greater relief!"

"Mum! What are you like?"

"Don't let us stop you, Pat! Nip in the bathroom if you need some privacy."

Pat smiled at me, saying nothing, got up from her seat and walked over to the bathroom.

40 seconds later, she returned still beaming, bra in hand and tits gently swinging beneath her peach coloured blouse, which was untucked now from her leather skirt.

"Let me take that for you." I said, pointing to the black brassiere.

Pat swapped the bra for the glass of Prosecco I offered her.

I heard Sharon say to Chris,

"Well this has taken a bit of a weird turn! The famous Liam Rigby getting all suggestive with my mum. She's 15 years older than him."

"Not really, I know Liam's fancied your mum for years. He's probably hoping to get things on a more romantic footing."

"What about us?" I heard her ask.

I studied the garment in my hands. 3 sets of hooks and eyes, underwire, thick straps and

"Yes, she's kept the label in. 40FF. F-f-fantastic!!" I hoped I didn't just say out loud.

I placed the bra on top of Pat's coat and went back to Pat, sitting beside her on the sofa.

I was then aware that Sharon and Chris had stood and were now making their way to my guest bedroom.

Pat still had that enigmatic smile on her face.

"I never thought that when I threw myself at a pop star, intending to be unfaithful to my husband, that our daughter would see me doing it. I feel such a slut."

"So thats what you're doing? And it makes you smile like that?"

"M-hmm"

I kissed her delicious lips and felt her tongue slip between mine. Pat worked at my belt, waistband hook and zip and I slipped my right hand up under the flap of her blouse. It quickly landed on her wonderful left boob. So soft that my fingers and thumbs became buried within it. I slowly moved my hand along the tit and felt the texture change as I reached her areola. Her nipple was erect and I could feel that it was long and thick.

"Take me to bed, Liam. I'd like you to fuck me, please!"

I stood abruptly out of my seat and offered the lady a hand. She unfolded her legs and dropped her feet to the floor. She stood and allowed me to lead her by the hand to my fuck den.

Once through the threshold, door closed behind me, we kissed again. I felt her tits pressed against my abs. God, I want this. The dirty fucking cow isn't much younger than my own mother. My cock strained against my cotton slips under my partially undone trousers. My overriding desire was to see Pat naked, something I'd craved so many times over the years that I'd known her. All those teenaged fans that I'd fucked in Madrid, Turin, Frankfurt, Dublin and it was this aged fat little local bird that had been the object of my wanks on the other, many unsuccessful and lonely nights.

I found the zip on Pat's leather skirt and pulled it down. The skirt was going nowhere though, the milf's expansive hips keeping it in place. So I had to disengage from the tonsil tennis and dropped down to my knees to pull it over the woman's generous child-bearing curves. Her knickers were white, no matching set tonight but then perhaps she hadn't expected to be showing off her underwear to anyone. The woman's thighs were awesome, pale white thunderthighs with just a little cellulite. If I leaned forward I could see her huge bubblebutt stretching the soft fabric. If I lowered my head I could see that the broad gusset was drenched in her love juice. Before I pulled the knickers down I gently pressed that area with the two fingers of my right hand. It yielded more dampness and my cock strained a little more under its restrictions.

"Come on love, get these keks off us will yer, my cock's being strangled."

Pat pulled me up by the hand and took her turn to drop to her knees. She pulled my pants down below my knees but then returned her head to my crotch level. She tugged on the waistband of my briefs and my cock sprang free. She kissed the head, then traced the length of my shaft with her tongue then, upon reaching the ball sack, traced it back up again. This time she took the head in her mouth.

"Oh, Pat. I've dreamt of that luscious little mouth of yours being wrapped around my knob end so many times. D'you like the way it feels, babe?"

"Grmm-hmm" she grunted, nodding her head, her throat sliding along my cock as she did, to wondrous effect.

I reached down and cupped each of her enormous orbs. I could've just laid back and allowed the blowjob to come to its inevitable conclusion like I'd done so many times with tarty fuckpieces all over Europe but I had a desperate need to fuck this woman's cunt.

Weighty as she undoubtedly is, I could easily lift her by her ribcage and place her on my bed. I returned to those knickers and whipped them down her leg. Her muff was unkempt, a mixture of sweat and cunt juice making it glisten. I placed my face in the general area and through a combination of taste and smell my tongue soon arrived at the entrance to the woman's vagina. The place from which that young woman next door had entered the world just twenty or so years ago. I tend to close my eyes when I eat pussy. It's a fucking sensory overload anyway, vision doesn't detract from or add to it while you're doing it. Hearing the effect I'm having on her is bad enough and feeling the crush of those thighs around my cheeks, Christ, it's a wonder I don't blow my load onto the sheets while I'm doing it - I'd feel no shame, it's like a sort of compliment anyway and I'm sure I could summons another load for her. But when I pulled back, intent on sticking my rod as far up that thing as I possibly could, I could see what I'd been dealing with. The meatiest set of outer and inner lips I had ever seen in my life, a well stretched cunt to which I just hoped my modest cock could do justice. No need for insecurity here, though. I'm the local celeb. I'm the younger party, in demand.

"C'mon Liam, What are you waiting for? Give me that cock, now!"

I fucked her in missionary position and it was every bit as wonderful as I'd ever imagined it would be. I'd love to have spurted into her around the 4 minute mark but the signals from her suggested she needed more. I pulled out, slapped her left hip and signalled for her to flip over. I fucked her doggy style and after three minutes could easily have blown my load into that sweet hot haven but I'd missed her face and tits during that time. I slapped her right buttock hard and grunted "get on top!." She was lovely and compliant, like putty in my hands and I knew now that I could give her something really good. Her fat belly squished against my washboard stomach and I don't even know how her tits accommodated the close constriction of gravity pushing her whole being down on my firm body. I thrust up into her gently at first, then more confidently as I didn't seem to be hurting her. Then, for whatever reason, it seemed right to up the thrust frequency. As much as I could. She screamed! This wonderful older bitch was out of control. Or in my control? Nawww!!! I was not in control of anything. My body had taken me over and I soon felt the surge of seminal fluid all the way from my balls, up the shaft and out of the tip of my dick.

We lay together, so comfortable in each other's post coital presence. Then she started to ask questions, all the usual ones.

"What was it like being at the Brits?"

"Which members of the group are gay?"

"Was it true that that Hollywood starlet used to send her private jet to pick me up?"

and then

"Why do you now just work as a bingo caller?"

"This is why! I get to fuck the sweetest granny pussy on a random weekday any time of the year. I don't need money, my time in the band paid for this place and left me some in the bank. I do a bit of DJing on local radio, in clubs, at festivals but nothing else brings me this close to the women I really desire."

"I'm not sure I'm happy about being described as "granny pussy" but I get it. You know what you want and how to go about getting it."

"Sorry, babe. You should know I dont mean any offence. That was a truly outstanding fuck and I'm dead keen to repeat it on a regular basis. You too?"

"Oh, yes. I won't be able to walk through town again without suffering flashbacks to this evening."

As she lay there naked beside me, left arm raised and hand behind her head I was drawn to the other bush under her arm. I reached out and stroked the sweaty mass of hair.

"Bit weird. I don't think any man's done that to me before!"

I brought my face closer and inhaled. Just the slightest hint of BO over the general odour of J'Adore. I kissed the flap of skin that hung from where her biceps would be.

"Even weirder, Liam. Them's me bingo wings."

My lips traced the skin all the way to her armpit and I buried my nose in the downy, fragrant mess of hair. At that point the door opened and in walked Chris.

"Sorry to disturb you. Sharon's asleep. Anyone need another drink?"

"I'm fine, Chris. What do you really want?" I said.

"Come here, luv. I've always wanted to have 2 guys in my bed."

"Steady on, Pat. I'm with Sharon now."

"Trust me. She won't mind."

Chris climbed in to the left of Pat and I could see that he was stiffening as he looked at my old bird's voluptuous body.

I hit on an idea.

"I want to fuck your armpits, babe! Let's get you oiled up."

I leant over to my bedside cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil.

"Ooh! That could be fun!" said Pat.

I poured a generous handful of the uncture and smothered her left pit in it, wiping the residue on the tip of my cock. Then I passed the bottle across Pat to Chris.

"You do the same, mate."

He poured a handful and saturated the hair of her right armpit. This was the first time that he'd touched Pat, just minutes after leaving her daughter in my guest bed. I saw his cock stiffen at the proximity of his hand to those massive tits.

Chris then poured from the bottle directly onto his dick and wanked the lotion into his stiff cock. Pat jumped down off the bed and beckoned us to follow her. She grabbed both our stiff members and gently wanked them in unison.

"It's like skiing!" she said.

"On your knees, babe, we're going to give those hairy bushes a good fucking."

Once she'd obliged I approached her left arm and slid my dick in the gap between her flabby arm and her fat, soft tits. I got up a decent rhythm and looked over at Chris.

"Come on, mate. Let's have a race."

Chris stopped wanking his hard-on while he prodded the woman attempting to find the corresponding slot on that side of her body. Once he was in, he relaxed into a slow, steady fucking rhythm, closed his eyes and uttered "Fuck, yeah!."

I upped my rhythm, I'm very competitive, there was no way I was going to let Chris win this race. Chris's increase in pace was barely perceptible but I could tell he was nearing his climax. At that point, Sharon walked in. Seeing her naked for the first time, I thought

"what a tidy little piece that is. Chris is a lucky boy indeed."

Sharon looked at her mother and said

"Oh, Mum!"

but rather than berating her, the blonde bombshell dropped to her knees in front of Pat. As Chris's knob appeared through the profusion of black hair she kissed it. The next time she sucked it and allowed her throat to be fucked. She reached across and stroked the head of my knob with her index finger drawing a string of precum. She then disengaged from Chris's knob and gave the tip of mine a kiss. I pushed through into her mouth. I was now fucking mother and daughter at the same time. I felt as happy as a dog with two dicks. The sensation of being inside her warm mouth, and being licked occasionally by her sweet little tongue rolling around my purple head was having it's effect.

The girl pulled back and watched the thrusting at either side of her mother's enormous chest. She pushed her own ample bosom forward to meet that of her mum. Well I could not contain myself at the sight of that and let rip with a huge wad of cum covering Pat's tits, partially catching Sharon's and one bit actually reaching her bottom lip. Sharon looked up at me and licked my cum off her lip. Chris thrusted away to his heart's content and shot a good load clear of Pat's jugs and onto those of his new girlfriend. Sharon pulled her boob up to her mouth and hoovered up what she could. She then massaged both of her mother's tits, transferring some of my cum from the left one to the right, so that they both had the benefit of its sticky goodness.

Chris and I both pulled out of our unusual fuckholes and the flabby upper parts of Pat's arms fell into a more relaxed position. All four of us returned to my bed, cuddled and chatted with our respective partners. Chris and Sharon are getting married in Paphos next week, I'm best man. It's going to be hard watching the father of the bride having no idea that I've been fucking his wife on a regular basis for years, with no strings attached for either of us. Hopefully she'll find a way to get away from him for hot sex in the sun with me.