I had a thing for older men. As a twenty-one-year-old college student, I was well aware of how many girls my age had daddy issues, but I wasn't attracted to men my father's age. No, I longed for men old enough to be my grandfather. While my friends gushed over the hot forty-something literature professor who strutted around campus like he owned the place, I was always looking for an excuse to stop by the office of my professor, who was nearing retirement.
But the man who excited me the most? That would be Sam. I was putting myself through school, and to make extra money, I cleaned houses, mostly on the weekends. I did a pretty good business being recommended by word of mouth. Though I had several clients, I blocked off Saturday afternoons for Sam. He was in his late sixties and divorced, and since he'd retired a few years before, the last thing he wanted to spend time doing was housework. The first time I laid eyes on the man, I knew it would be a challenge for me to resist flirting with him. He was tall and lean, his silver hair still thick. Whenever I showed up at his house, he was always nicely dressed. And he always paid me far more than I charged. "You do such a wonderful job, Mina. You deserve the extra," he told me.
On an unseasonably warm Saturday in mid-October, I arrived at Sam's to take care of the weekly cleaning. I told myself the mild weather gave me an excuse to dress skimpily, but as I waited for Sam to answer the door, I wondered if I'd gone too far. My shorts were revealing enough to show some cheek, and my top was skintight. The truth was, I hoped my outfit would entice Sam into making a move. Maybe he'd find me bent over the side of his tub, scrubbing away while lifting my ass in the air, and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching me.
My hopes fell when Sam opened the door. He gave me a friendly smile, allowing his gaze to sweep over my body ever so briefly. Then his eyes met mine again. "Hi, Mina! Come on in." I kept my own smile fixed on my lips, but I had to suppress a disappointed sigh. Sam was ever the gentleman, even when I showed up on his doorstep practically half-naked. He was either oblivious to my flirtation or he was choosing to ignore it.
It wasn't like I could ask my friends for advice about how to seduce Sam. They would be quick to judge me, or worse, tell me I was chasing older men as a way to avoid being hurt again. My first and only serious boyfriend was a guy I'd met during my freshman year of college. We'd broken up this past summer after he told me he'd met someone else. I was heartbroken at first, and then I grew furious. Finally, I decided I was through wasting time with guys my age. I just wanted someone sweet and kind. And older. Someone like Sam. Of course, I knew men his age could be brutal and degrading, the way my friends often complained college guys were during sex. But I sensed Sam would treat me well; he wouldn't use me or take advantage of me.
"Hi, Sam!" I greeted him in a chipper voice as I stepped into the living room. "It's warm out there today, huh?" I had my light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of my face as I worked. At five feet, two inches, I felt tiny standing before Sam, who was almost a foot taller.
"It sure is," he said. "Let me know if you get too hot while you're cleaning, sweetheart. I can always turn on the air conditioning."
My knees weakened a little every time he called me by some affectionate name. I knew he felt comfortable doing it precisely because he was so much older, but it still sent a surge of lust straight between my thighs. Countless times, I'd made myself come while imagining Sam telling me I was such a good girl as he fucked my sopping wet pussy. Thinking about it caused my face to flush. "I'm fine right now," I told him. My voice gave no indication of the filthy things I was entertaining in my mind. He followed me at a distance while I moved through the house, getting my supplies ready. "Have you been staying out of trouble this week?"
I heard his soft laughter. "Absolutely. I do have a group of friends coming over a bit later, however. We'll try to be on our best behavior, but I can't make any promises." My eyes widened a little, and I looked over my shoulder at Sam. Imagine my disappointment when I realized he was only joking. "All kidding aside, I promise we'll stay out of your way, Mina."
"Oh, don't worry about that! I'm glad you plan on having some fun tonight."
As I busied myself with the housework, I couldn't help but wonder who Sam's guests might be. He'd never before had visitors while I was there. By the time I heard the doorbell, it was almost six o'clock, and I was dusting the furniture in Sam's bedroom. I heard a man's deep voice coming from the living room, and minutes later, after the doorbell rang for the second time, another man greeted Sam with a boisterous hello. The daylight was fading outside, but I still had to vacuum the bedrooms.
Once I was finished with all the cleaning, I put away the supplies and then ventured into the kitchen, where three other men were sitting with Sam at the table. They had open boxes of pizza before them, and they were drinking beers. "I'm all done," I told Sam. I felt self-conscious in my revealing clothing while two of his friends let their stares linger on my bare legs.
Sam flashed a warm smile. "Why don't you join us, Mina? You must have worked up an appetite."
I couldn't help but grin at his invitation. "Are you sure?"
He patted the seat of the empty chair next to him. "Absolutely! Come over here and take it easy." Once I was sitting at his side, he began the introductions. "Mina, this is my friend, Tom." He nodded toward a man who appeared to be in his mid-sixties. His hair was still mostly dark, with only a bit of gray, and his blue eyes were bright as he regarded me. Like Sam, he was tall and fit.
"Nice to meet you, Mina," he said. Unlike Sam, who treated me in a grandfatherly fashion, this man had a seductive way about him. He'd made no attempt to hide the fact that he was checking me out earlier. His stare now briefly dropped to my breasts, and I wondered if my nipples were hard beneath my shirt.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tom." Jesus, I was actually blushing!
"And this is Doug," Sam went on. I turned to another man who I guessed was around Sam's age. He reminded me of a teddy bear, with his fleshy frame and prominent belly. When he said hello to me, I realized he was the man with the boisterous voice. I loved his welcoming smile. His hair was gray like Sam's, and only just beginning to thin. He also had a neat beard, which I imagined would tickle a little if he were to nuzzle my neck with his lips.
"Last but not least," Sam said, "this is my friend, Henry. He and I have known each other for over forty years." I turned my attention to a quiet man sitting across from Sam. I hadn't heard him come in and figured he must have arrived while I was vacuuming. He was mostly bald, his remaining hair dark gray. His build was thin, and I guessed he was the oldest, probably in his early seventies. His smile was kind, but his hazel eyes seemed sad behind the glasses he wore.
While I ate a slice of pizza and drank the beer Sam offered me, I discreetly looked to see which of his friends wore wedding rings. Tom and Doug did, but Henry had no ring on his hand. I listened to the four of them talk and joke, their banter good-natured. They were polite enough to include me in their conversation, asking me about what I was studying, and what my plans were following college.
When we were finished eating, Sam stood to clear the table. "Need some help?" I asked, starting to get up.
"Nope." He rested his hands on my shoulders, and I could feel the warmth of his palms through my shirt. "You just stay right there and relax." A delicious shiver went through me at his touch. "You're not cold, are you?" He slid his hands down my arms.
"Not at all." My voice came out as a purr, which wasn't what I'd intended. I noticed Tom lift an eyebrow, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. Doug maintained that same cheerful grin, unfazed by my behavior. Henry, meanwhile, sneaked curious glances at me, though he was quick to avert his eyes when I caught him. I had the feeling he was trying to figure out just what the hell I was doing flirting with his friend, who happened to be almost fifty years my senior.
Sam offered me another beer, which I quickly accepted. It would give me a reason to linger at the table with him and his friends. I watched as they began playing some card game which I'd never heard of, and which required them to partner up. Sam and Henry played against Tom and Doug. Both Sam and Doug slipped on reading glasses, and while I stayed at Sam's side, he took a minute to explain the game's rules to me. It seemed complicated at first, but I quickly caught on.
Sam and Henry won the first round. I clapped and cheered as the two of them exchanged triumphant smiles. Tom threw his cards down in disgust, and even Doug's face darkened, revealing his frustration. "That was a fucking lousy hand," he grumbled. "I couldn't do anything with it."
"Language," Henry said mildly.
Doug gave me a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Mina."
I waved a dismissive hand. "You're fine!"
"And you're my good luck charm!" Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders, drawing me to him for a brief hug. I dared to rest a hand on his thigh. Our eyes met, and his initial surprise at my touch gave way to a subtle understanding. I realized he hadn't been oblivious to my previous flirting, after all. The smile that appeared on his lips was far from platonic. For several seconds, his gaze lingered on my breasts. It made me wonder how long he'd resisted the urge to get a good look at them, and knowing he was allowing himself to do so now emboldened me.
I kept my hand on his thigh as the men began the second game. It was getting a little late, and I had a paper I needed to finish writing for class next week, but the thought of leaving never crossed my mind. After months of longing for Sam, I was now touching him in an intimate way, and I wanted him to do the same to me. Though I was tempted to move my hand even farther up his thigh, I didn't want to distract him from the game. The four men might have been close friends, but they were fiercely competitive. Even Henry swore under his breath when it became clear Tom and Doug would win this time around.
"You'll win the next one," I assured Sam and Henry.
"I certainly hope so," Sam replied, "or we'll hear those two crowing about it for the rest of the night!"
I shot a look at Tom and Doug, who were wearing smug smiles. Now was my moment to be outrageous, I decided. I could get away with it while everyone was fired up and ready for the next game, which would determine the winners. Grabbing Sam's hands, I lifted them to my breasts. "Rub these for luck!"
Sam's mouth dropped open in shock, but he didn't pull his hands away. Henry's eyes were just as wide, while Doug let out a delighted hoot of laughter.
"Unfair advantage!" Though Tom tried to sound stern, I could tell he was struggling to hide his grin. "We need our own good luck charm."
"Not a fucking chance!" Sam retorted. Then he began gently squeezing my breasts. Again, our eyes locked, and I knew he was getting just as turned on as I was. When a faint moan escaped my parted lips, the entire table grew quiet; everyone sensed that the atmosphere was now charged with lust.
Too soon, I told myself. Let the four of them finish their game. Looking over at Henry, I offered a playful smile. "How about you?" I asked him. "You want to rub them, too?"
He immediately averted his stare, shaking his head. I noticed his cheeks had flushed. "Oh, no, I couldn't."
Sam shot him a look of feigned outrage. "You might cost us the game if you don't! Now get over here and feel these amazing tits!" I gasped at Sam's words, and his expression immediately grew remorseful. "Sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn't talk about your breasts that way."
I couldn't help it; I actually erupted into giggles before burying my face in his neck. Then I whispered, "I love the way your hands feel on my tits, Sam."
Now it was his turn to moan. Meanwhile, Henry continued protesting, talking about how it wouldn't be appropriate for him to touch me in such a way, but the three other men drowned him out, their shouts growing louder as they egged him on. Lifting my head, I saw Henry staring at me, his eyes almost pleading. "It's okay," I mouthed. "I want you to."
Henry made a show of releasing an exasperated sigh before leaning closer. I thrust out my breasts to welcome his touch, and the moment he cupped them in his palms, I cheered along with the other men. Henry's touch was brief, not nearly as sensual as Sam's, but I noticed a faint smile playing at his lips. When he dared to meet my eyes, I said, "Do you like them?"
He gave a begrudging nod even as his smile widened. Then everyone finally settled down to play the last game. I was on the edge of my seat, my knee bouncing nervously, for I was just as invested in the outcome as the men around me. The moment Sam and Henry won, I threw my arms around Sam's neck and kissed him. He was no longer surprised by my advances, for he immediately responded. With one hand cupped against the back of my head, and his other hand fondling my tit, his mouth grew fierce against mine. I heard Tom and Doug clapping and whistling, but I stopped paying them any mind whatsoever when Sam slid his tongue between my lips. My panties were now drenched, and I could feel a needy ache deep in my pussy.
When I finally broke the kiss, I looked around the table in a kind of blissed-out daze. Tom was regarding me in a way that made it clear he wanted to be in Sam's place. Doug stroked his beard while waiting to see what would happen next. And Henry was so still, it was as if he was frozen in place. Maybe he was worried I'd try to kiss him as well. That was certainly in my plans for the evening, but I didn't want him to balk before we even got started. Turning back to Sam, I saw his incredulous expression. I'd been a flirtatious but sweet girl all these months, and now I was letting him kiss me and play with my tits.
"I think you should get a look at what brought you so much luck," I told him. Before anyone could speak a word, I pulled my shirt over my head and cast it aside. Sam fixed his stare on my breasts, and I found myself wishing I'd worn a sexier bra. But I'd initially showed up here to clean, not to seduce four men.
"You are beautiful, Mina." Sam placed emphasis on every word he spoke, as if he'd never meant anything more. I smiled, fighting back a sudden wave of shyness. Was I really going to do this? Glancing around, I discovered I had the rapt attention of everyone at the table, including Henry. My face grew hot, and my hands began shaking as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. When I finally worked up the nerve to remove it altogether, a collective moan of appreciation filled the room. My breasts weren't all that large, yet Sam and his friends seemed captivated by the sight of them.
"My God, those are perfect," Tom sighed. I couldn't see his right hand beneath the table, but I was certain he'd begun stroking himself through his pants. Beside him, Doug licked his lips, his stare taking on that heavy-lidded look men sometimes got when they were aroused. I found that Henry was gazing at my tits, too, no longer making any effort to look away.
And Sam? Sam was regarding me with such a fervent hunger that I would have gladly let him have his way with me right then and there. Whatever he saw in my face made him bold enough to roll my left nipple between his fingertips while he lowered his head to suckle my right breast. His left hand was pressed against my back, and I actually began rocking my hips a little. "Ooh, that feels so nice!" I breathed. I'd never been so wet and ready in my life, not even when I thought I was madly in love with my ex-boyfriend and was determined to fuck him every chance I got.
I was keenly aware of everyone's stares on me as I slipped a hand between Sam's thighs. He released a groan, the sound muffled by my tit in his mouth. My eyes widened at the feel of his growing erection, for his cock already felt plenty substantial beneath my fingers. Just how big would he be when fully hard? I wondered with a mixture of lust and trepidation.
Before I got too carried away, I grinned down at Sam and said, "There's another winner I need to congratulate."
We all looked at Henry, who held up his hands. "That's not necessary," he told me through nervous laughter.
"I'll take his place as runner-up!" Doug offered.
I only winked at him, then slowly rose from my chair and closed the short distance between me and Henry. Now that I stood directly beside him, he had to lift his head to look up at me. Nodding to his lap, I whispered, "You mind if I have a seat?"
He swallowed hard, seeming to struggle with how to respond. Finally, he scooted his chair back from the table so I had room to straddle him. His stare was riveted to my breasts as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Though Sam was to my right and had a clear view of what was going on, I had my back to Tom and Doug. I'd deal with them soon enough, I decided. Right now, my attention was focused solely on Henry. Taking a deep breath, I caught the scent of his aftershave. Ever so gently, I removed his glasses and placed them on the table. Then I cupped his face in my hands. "Is it okay if I kiss you, Henry?"
I could feel him trembling beneath my touch. "I don't understand why you're doing this," he said in a voice only I could hear.
Bringing my lips to his ear, I whispered, "Well, I've had a crush on Sam for a while now, but I also love older men in general, and the four of you are too much for me to resist." I planted gentle kisses on his cheek and along his jaw, inching closer to his mouth. Our first kiss was tentative, almost chaste. But when I began rolling my hips, growing more excited, Henry took hold of me with a firm grip that made me gasp. His lips were hungry, his tongue insistent on claiming my mouth. I moaned in encouragement, then placed his hands against my breasts.
I sensed Sam draw closer. As Henry gently suckled my neck, Sam turned my face to him so we could share another deep kiss. He'd taken off his glasses as well, and I saw a feral need in his eyes. The man wanted me as much as I wanted him, I knew. The realization made me grin. "Do you think you and Henry should be gracious winners and share your prize with Tom and Doug?"
Henry lifted his head from between my breasts long enough to say, "Hell no!"
"Oh, fuck you, Henry!" Tom retorted.
I looked over my shoulder at Tom, who gave me an enticing smile. "You and Doug are married," I pointed out. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble here."
"You won't, sweetheart," Doug chimed in. "None of us will breathe a word about this."
His assurance put me at ease as well. I never would have trusted guys my age to keep their mouths shut if I let four of them fuck me, as I hoped these men would before the night was over. After taking my hair down from its ponytail, I looked at Sam and said, "I think you and Henry should play nice and share."
Sam slid a hand along my inner thigh. "Well, if that's what you think is best, Mina, we can do that."
Henry reluctantly loosened his hold on me so I could stand. After clearing the cards and beer bottles out of the way, I hopped up on the table and then leaned back so I was laid across it like an offering. That was the moment the room's energy intensified even more, for both Tom and Doug immediately stood. I smiled up at them, and Doug placed a hand on my cheek. "What a sweet, gorgeous girl you are," he murmured. Of course, those were just the words to make me cream my panties. I nestled into his touch, but I had no time to relax before Tom wove his fingers through my hair and lifted my head slightly. He pressed his mouth to mine, his kiss fierce enough to steal my breath. I eagerly returned it, moaning when our tongues met.
"I've been hard for you all evening," he whispered.
In response, I lifted my hand, wanting to feel for myself. He guided me to his groin, and we both gasped at that first touch. The man was not lying about being fully aroused! It was as if he'd suspected just how the night would unfold.
The thing about offering yourself to four men is that you can't divide your attention equally among them. At some point, you have to surrender to the numerous mouths and hands, and eventually the cocks, that are seeking to pleasure you. While Tom and I kissed, Doug leaned forward so he could take my nipple between his teeth and give it a playful bite. I whimpered into Tom's mouth, arching my back. As Doug soothed my nipple with his tongue, I felt gentle hands working to remove my shorts. I yielded completely, delighting in the feel of warm palms caressing my skin.
Soon I wore nothing but my panties. When Tom finally broke our kiss, I lifted my head to meet Sam's stare. He gave me an expectant look, seeking permission before he stripped me completely naked. "Um, before we go any further," I managed to say through my heavy breaths, "maybe we should discuss some things first?"
Sam's gaze softened. "Of course, baby. And we don't have to go any further. This has already been more fun than the four of us have had in years."
"But I want to!" I insisted. "It's just that..." I pressed a hand against my forehead as I struggled for the right words. "I know I'm acting really slutty right now, but I've only had sex with one guy, and that was my ex-boyfriend. We broke up this past summer, and I haven't been with anyone since." I looked at each of the men and noticed they were all listening intently. I had no idea how to phrase my next sentence tactfully, so I just blurted it out. "After he and I ended things, I got tested for STIs, and my results came back fine. I'm still on birth control." Understanding dawned on their faces as they grasped my meaning. It was beyond surreal to share such personal details while sprawled out on a kitchen table. I finally sat up and moved so I could see each man.
Tom looked at the wedding ring on his hand. "I've been married almost forty years, and I've never cheated on my wife." For the first time, his self-confidence seemed to falter a little. "She and I haven't had sex in years."
Doug cleared his throat. He didn't meet my eyes as he said, "I'm in the same situation."
"I haven't been with anyone since my wife and I divorced," Sam revealed, "and I was always faithful to her while we were married."
"I still can't believe you haven't gotten laid since you and Bette split," Tom said.
Sam shot him a look. "Forgive me if I haven't wanted to jump right back into the lion's den."
"My wife passed away last year," Henry told me in a quiet voice. "I haven't even thought about trying to meet anyone else." All at once, it became clear to me: his sadness and his initial reluctance to touch me were because he was still grieving. I reached for his hand, and he gave mine a grateful squeeze.
"So now that we know all this about each other," I spoke in a surprisingly steady voice, "I just want to say I'm okay with not using condoms." Before any of them could respond, I slipped off the table and excused myself to use the bathroom. I figured it would be good for the four of them to talk and make sure they were fine with doing this together.
In the bathroom, I freshened up the best I could. If this had been planned between the five of us, I would have spent hours getting ready. But of course, no one could have imagined group sex would follow a card game among longtime friends. My panties were embarrassingly wet by this point, so I left them on the floor. With my finger, I rubbed toothpaste on my teeth. I figured Sam wouldn't mind if I used his comb and took a swig of his mouthwash.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard their low voices in the kitchen, as well as the mention of a "little blue pill." I decided to give them a few more minutes to work out that matter. After washing my face, I relieved myself for a second time. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt our fuckfest because I needed to pee.
By the time I returned to the kitchen, the four of them seemed to have worked out the details. Once again, I grew a bit shy beneath the weight of their stares on my naked body. My pussy was shaved completely smooth, so I didn't even have any pubic hair to hide behind. "My God, Mina, you are a vision!" Sam said just before he started toward me. I beamed as he took me in his arms and planted a tender kiss on my mouth. "I think the bed will be more comfortable than the kitchen table, don't you?"
I quickly nodded, and as the five of us headed down the hall, I discovered how exciting it was to be naked while they were all still fully dressed. Sam's hands were all over me, and once we reached his room, he drew me toward a chair in the corner. As I sat on his lap, facing the others, his friends began removing their clothes. I delighted in watching the three of them undress. Leaning back against Sam, I let out a pleasured sigh when he cupped my breasts. "Are you sure about this, Mina?" he asked. "We can stop any time, you know."
"I'm so sure!" I promised him. As his fingers teased my nipples and he kissed my neck, I started breathing faster. Tom was the first to stand naked before me. He had only the slightest paunch, while the rest of him was lean and strong. I could tell he was proud of his body. His cock was an average size, with a perfect mushroom tip, and his pubic hair was dark and full. When our eyes met, he gave me one of his sexy smiles.
"You're getting me even wetter," I revealed before spreading my legs wide.
Tom leaned to slide his hand along my thigh. His stare never left mine as his fingers explored my wet folds. A needy whimper escaped me, and my hips again moved of their own accord. "Oh my, you are wet for us, aren't you, Mina?" he said in a guttural voice.
Doug drew closer now, too. While he didn't have Tom's self-assured swagger, he seemed comfortable in his own skin. I was glad, for I loved his belly and meaty thighs, not to mention his ample body hair. His cock was semi-hard, and I thought I'd be able to take it all when I went down on him. We shared playful grins, but when he began stroking his dick to full hardness, the sight made my pussy muscles clench. "I can't wait to feel that cock inside me, Doug."