When I'm 64

I’m not really sure when it all started. I’ve got the feeling it was somewhere around my 15th birthday. It probably originally dated back to even as many as a few years before that!

It all started innocently enough. Ruffling my hair when passing me by, squeezing my rosy cheeks, massaging my shoulders.

This graduated to a few tickles here and there, frequent furtive leg fondling, and the squeezing of my bum at every opportune moment.

THE GAME - for that in reality was what it was - was enacted by my guardian and grandmother’s two best friends Deidre and Julia, who were both in their mid 60’s at the time.

My guardian and grandmother, who I referred to as Nan, appeared to be oblivious to the increasing sexual activities afforded me, often in her presence, in her house, and at times that couldn’t have been anything other than plainly obvious.

Nan must have suspected that something was going on. After all, she nearly caught her friends ‘educating’ me, if that’s the correct term, on numerous occasions. The pretence that she didn’t see or hear any amount of suspicious things was ludicrous.

I sometimes wondered if the three ever discussed what went on when I wasn’t around?

As all three were ex-convent schooled, repressed Irish catholic girls, I doubt that very much.

I first became aware of these fleeting, increasingly heightened moments of sexually charged sudden occurrences late one Sunday evening as I was grilling some bacon on toast.

As I stood attentively at the cooker grill monitoring my sizzling bacon, Julia approached me and silently and firmly pressed herself against my back.

Julia’s quite ample bosoms massaging my back naturally produced a pronounced erection. Julia calmly grasped said stiffy through the contours of my track suit bottoms and gently squeezed repeatedly.

This all too fleeting moment only lasted about a minute. However, the memory was carefully filed in my wank bank.

It was retrieved and put to good use about 30 minutes later, and has been on a regular basis ever since.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to grasp the rules of THE GAME.

I became more emboldened as time passed. Whenever I was alone with Julia or Deirdre in the kitchen, I tried to grab a tit, or get my hand up a skirt.

This always resulted in either a rap on the knuckles or a slap across the face.

It appeared that they could touch but I couldn’t. This seemed a little unfair to me. But I was still amassing scenarios for my wank bank.

One rainy Sunday afternoon Nan had her heart set on sorting and securing masses of rolls of patterned material. Julia, Nan, Deirdre and the church had collected it for one of their African charities.

Whist Nan sat at the table with her back to us conducting operations, Deirdre and myself sat on the sofa literally smothered in this material.

As both Deirdre’s and my own lap was covered in thick plush red material, I decided to try my luck and let my hand stray onto Deirdre’s thigh.

There was no reaction.

Emboldened by no resistance, I manoeuvred my hand up Deirdre’s skirt to cup her pudenda.

Still no reaction.

I froze, not daring to move. Not daring to breathe.

I could feel Deidre’s nice warm, bushy, bush – and it was wonderful.

I realized my next move was make or break. I reasoned I had already gotten further with Deidre than I thought I ever would, and the boner I currently had was testament to where I’d gotten to date.

With that in mind I began to gently rub with my middle finger.

Deirdre’s legs parted and I was in heaven.

All thoughts of Nan, Africa and charity work was forgotten.

Circumventing the tight fitting cloth of Deirdre’s undergarment, I managed to slide my middle finger home and into the recesses of a welcoming, slightly damp vagina.

Still unbelievingly, I gently wanked Deirdre moving my fingers delicately in and out of her.

I am not totally unashamed to admit I came in my pants.

When a reasonable and respectably decent amount of time had passed I headed for the bathroom to clean up.

Later that evening I had a greater surprise in store for me.

Deirdre stayed for dinner where no mention or allusion was made towards our tryst.

In fact, Nan chided Deirdre for not taking their African charity enterprise seriously enough.

I was instructed to remove Deirdre’s bicycle from our garden shed when she was leaving, in order for her to ride home.

To my great surprise and delight Deirdre dragged me quite forcefully back into the shed. I knew that something special was about to occur by the glint in Deidre’s eye.

Before I was fully unzipped I was rock hard.

Pulling back my foreskin, Deirdre took my throbbing cock in her mouth and quite expertly gave me my first ever mind-blowing blowjob.

Like a professional she swallowed the lot.

In her soft Irish brogue, Deirdre advised me over her shoulder as she pedalled away that I could do worse than to work on my finger technique.

The following weekend my cousin and her husband were christening their infant at our local church and I was expected to attend.

I, along with Julia, Deirdre and Nan sat through the interminably long Catholic church service and actual christening.

The gathering and later event our local social club afterwards was worth the agony of my previous boredom.

Julia had obviously been at the sherry because as I exited the gentleman’s rest room, Julia was waiting outside and single-mindedly pushed me back in, and into a vacant toilet area, slamming the door behind her with a flick of her heal.

I didn’t think it at the time, but it was lucky the room was empty.

In anticipation of pleasures to come I was fully hard as Julia unzipped me and attempted to free my cock. When the current centre of my world sprang free, a slight intake of breath escaped Julia’s countenance.

I liked to thing she was impressed with my size. It was probably because of how surreal the situation was becoming, and that we may be discovered at any moment.

Once Julia had control of my member, she played me like a violin.

A tentative few squeezes escalated to a few full length strokes to show who was in control.

I just leaned back and let myself be masturbated to orgasm (this was obviously not the first time Julia had performed this kind of task).

Expertly, Julia finished me off with few frantic strokes after building up and slowing down. She had successfully interpreted my ooows, aahhhs and moans to perfection, anticipating when I was likely to unload.

Following this ‘event’ which was conducted without a word being spoken, Julia left the cubicle, rinsed her hands, and left at pace.

I leisurely cleaned up.

The next few months were very exciting for me.

We fell into a routine whereby I regularly received a blowjob from Deirdre – which was usually in my bed on a Sunday morning when she called in after mass.

Julia would regularly fiercely masturbate me in all sorts of places, in all manner of situations. It seems Julia couldn’t wait to get her hands on my stiff cock whereby she would pound it until I sprayed whatever surface happened to be nearby at the time.

All whilst Nan turned blind eye, - or supposedly so.

Just prior to me going away to school, I kind of graduated with Julia being the personal tutor who marked my dissertation.

I left to go to school in early January, so the Christmas holidays were my final days with Nan and her friends at home.

On Christmas Eve Julia arrived at our house cheerfully looking for Nan, who hadn’t yet returned home from administering to the poor. Julia had obviously been to a party and had imbibed a few drinks.

When Julia sat next to me on the sofa with a big grin on her face, I decided there and then to try to see how far I could go with Julia as the state she was in had to be to my advantage.

Julia made this far too easy for me. She stretched her leg across mine invitingly.

A few swift moves and I had a couple of fingers slipping in and out of her vagina.

All of a sudden Julia pulled my hand away, pulled her knickers down, and invitingly knelt with her back to me, skirt hitched up, leaning across the arm of the sofa.

I didn’t need to be told what to do.

In an instant I whipped out my stiff cock and lunged towards my goal.

I managed to get control of myself and slow down accordingly. With just a little prodding and searching, and a little assistance from Julia, I slid my boner into the right hole.

Having reached the nirvana of this moment, the realisation I was actually fucking, plus the intense pleasure my lower parts were experiencing, I wanted it to last forever.

I had previously thought when this time came I would probably spend myself quite quickly. After all, losing your virginity was supposed to be the stuff of premature tales.

Looking back though, I was quite proud of my performance. I found the ability to control my lunges and thrusts.

Increasing my rhythm as I banged away, we began to assume the characteristics of a horse ride. Julia did her part by moving in sequence to accommodate my strokes.

Starting quite slowly, it was more of a gradual build up than speeding up and slowing down.

When I did eventually reach the point of reaching climax, the ending was how I’d read it should be. The final half a dozen staccato thrusts punctuated and underlined what a good fuck I’d just given.

I also didn’t have the worry of giving or catching anything (as it was my first time), or getting Julia pregnant for that matter.

As I slipped my limp cock out of her from behind, I whispered “thank you for making this horny young man very happy.”

“You’re very welcome my dear”, slurred a very polite Julia.

In one gracious move Julia pulled up her knickers and manoeuvred herself back to face correctly forward on the sofa once again.

Julia then promptly fell asleep and started to gently snore.