It started as a joke.

My college roommate, between snorts of laughter, said, "Ava, look at this!"

Taking the phone from her, I peered at the screen, then gasped. She was playing a porn clip of a young woman surrounded by old men. And I'm not talking silver foxes in their fifties. This scene featured four guys well into their seventies, maybe even eighties. 

The starlet was sprawled out on a table, stark naked, with her wrists clasped by one of the men. Wrinkled hands traveled all over her body, between her legs, and along her tits. The phone's volume was low, but I could still hear her moans.

To my shock, my pussy started getting wet. I watched, mesmerized, as the men stroked their dicks. The woman, who couldn't have been much older than me, wore an expression of both arousal and helplessness. 

Thrusting the phone away, I pretended indifference. "You're ridiculous," I scolded my roommate.

But later, after she'd gone out with her boyfriend, I searched my own phone for similar clips. Lying naked in bed, I masturbated until I was raw. I came harder than ever watching old men plowing their dicks into wet pussies. 

I told myself the fixation would pass. 

It didn't.

By the time I arrived home for the summer, my fantasy had become an obsession. I thought I would lose my mind if I didn't make it a reality. I had to get this out of my system.

Lucky for me, Hal lived down the street from my parents. Having known him forever, I found myself wondering if he could be trusted with my secret.

Hal was the perfect age, in his early seventies. He'd had been divorced as long as I could remember, and he lived in a modest ranch-style house. Gardening was a favorite hobby of his, and during the summer, his yard was filled with gorgeous blooms.

I made a point to walk by his place every day, hoping to spot him outside. On a sunny June morning, I finally did.

"Hi, Hal!" I called, giving him a wave. The day wasn't yet stiflingly lot, so I wore my blonde hair down. I was in a sundress of modest length, but it still showed off my shapely calves. 

Hal offered a friendly smile and started toward me. He was in a T-shirt and shorts, and as he removed his gardening gloves, I gave his body a furtive glance. He was just as I remembered: lean and vaguely muscular. I knew he went to the gym a lot. His hair was silver and quite thick for a man his age. He had a prominent Adam's apple that never failed to capture my attention.

"Hello there, Ava! Are you happy to be home for the summer?"

I told him I was, and as our conversation covered bland topics like vacation plans and the weather, I desperately tried to figure out how to steer it in a more illicit direction.

It was then that Hal's gaze settled on my breasts. Just for a few seconds, but long enough to embolden me.

"You like my dress?" I asked in a breezy tone.

He quickly averted his stare, appearing sheepish. "It looks lovely on you."

I dared to step closer until the small distance between us bordered on inappropriate. "I wish guys at college were as charming as you."

Hal raised his eyebrows. Was I imagining the way his pupils dilated, swallowing up the hazel irises surrounding them? 

"Oh, I'm sure you don't want for attention, as gorgeous as you are," he said. 

Slowly, I slid my tongue along my bottom lip. "Yeah, but it's not the right kind of attention."

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

I leaned even closer, my lips almost at his ear. And with the brazenness only a twenty-year-old can possess, I confessed my fantasy. I told him how I'd lost all interest in guys my age and instead wanted to have fun with a group of older men.

"Men like you," I went on in a low voice. 

His sharp intake of breath was easily audible. I expected him to pull away, signaling the discussion was over.

Instead, he studied me closely. I recognized the doubt in his eyes as he wondered if this was a joke. But it quickly gave way to understanding, and then to eagerness.

He rested a hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his palm seeping into my skin. "If you're serious about this, Ava, I have a couple of friends who might join me in making your fantasy come true."

Those words made my pussy instantly respond. In mere seconds, my panties were sporting an uncomfortably wet spot. 

"Would you..." My voice took on an excited tremor. "Would you be willing to act like dirty old men having your way with me? That's a big part of my fantasy. I want your hands and mouths all over me. I want you to hold me down and spread my legs."

Hal swore under his breath. In that moment, his expression became fierce as it betrayed his arousal. Yet he spoke in a soft voice. "If we're going to do this, we need to be able to trust each other. You can't tell anyone about it, as my friends are married. And I have to trust that you'll let me and my friends know if we do anything you don't enjoy. That's crucial for this type of roleplay."

Nodding eagerly, I came up with a safe word on the spot. "I promise you can trust me, Hal. And it's because I trust you that I felt I could mention this at all."

He now stared blatantly at my tits. "I'm so glad you did, honey."

We chose a weekend when my parents would be out of town. I'd head to his house after dark so the neighbors wouldn't easily catch sight of me. Even if his friends declined to participate, Hal would be waiting for me. I knew he and I could have plenty of fun on our own.

When the big night arrived, I was both anxious and excited. It was all I could do to apply my makeup, since my hands were trembling so much. I chose to wear a white tube top and pink shorts. The shorts had an elastic waistband, making them easy to slide off, and they were skimpy enough to flash a lot of thigh. Beneath them, I wore white lace thong panties. Sandals completed my outfit. 

Studying myself in the mirror, I realized my hard nipples were visible through the top's fabric. Perfect! I'd taken it easy on the makeup, opting instead for a fresh-faced look. My glossed lips and the subtle blush to my cheeks added to my innocent allure.

A short time later, I stood at Hal's front door. The porchlight's glow fell over my body, making me feel exposed. Luckily, the neighborhood was mostly quiet by ten at night. In Hal's driveway were two unfamiliar vehicles; his friends had decided to join us.

Hal quickly answered my gentle knock. He looked so sexy, in dress pants and an Oxford shirt. 

"Well, hi there, Ava." His voice wasn't at all neighborly. Rather, it held a seductive tone that made my pussy start tingling. "It's lovely to see you! Come on in."

"Thank you." I stepped into his living room, smiling at the two strangers there. "I thought I'd stop by and say hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." 

"Not at all." Hal closed the door behind me, then placed a hand on my back. "Let me introduce you to my friends."

Both men rose from their chairs to greet me. 

"This is Norm," Hal said.

A tall, mostly bald man stepped forward, his hand extended. As he regarded me, his blue eyes took on a playful gleam. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ava."

"Likewise." I shook his hand, noticing the way his smile grew almost sly.

"And this is Edgar," Hal said.

A stockier man with a full head of gray hair offered his hand as well. He let his gaze skip over my body, while I studied his thick mustache. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if he ate me out.

"So nice to meet you," I told him.

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine."

Hal's friends were also dressed nicely, and I appreciated their effort. Looking up at my neighbor, I gave him a big smile to make it clear I was happy with the men he'd invited.

In response, Hal's hand slid lower until it rested just above my ass. "Would you like a drink, sweetheart? Edgar brought an excellent bottle of wine."

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you."

"Then have a seat with me on the couch. Make yourself comfortable."

After removing my sandals, I sat down next to Hal. Immediately, he scooted closer so his thigh pressed against mine. Draping an arm over the back of the couch, he grazed my bare shoulder with his fingertips.

"So how was this past year of college?" he asked. "Decided on a major yet?"

As I replied, I caught the scent of his cologne. He massaged my shoulder while his friends listened with polite attentiveness.

When I fell silent, Hal lowered his lips to my ear. "And were you a good girl while you were away at school?" His voice was low but still loud enough to carry to Norm and Edgar.

I released a nervous giggle. "Um, for the most part?"

That made Norm laugh. "You don't sound so sure."

"Were you a bad girl with those college boys?" Hal's fingers inched toward my right breast.

Looking over at Edgar, I saw that his hand was creeping along his thigh, closer to his groin. Fuck, the man already had a prominent bulge in his pants!

That realization made me glance at Hal's crotch. His erection wasn't as blatant, but I could see the outline of it, seemingly strengthening by the second. Either these men were immune to some of the effects of aging, or they'd taken a little blue pill before my arrival.

"A few times," I confessed. "I haven't been with that many guys, though."

Hal nuzzled my neck with his lips, making me shiver. "Wouldn't you like to be a bad girl for us tonight?"

He gave my tube top a playful tug, which exposed most of my breasts. When I acted as if I would try to cover myself again, he brushed my hands aside. His dominance, gentle but hinting at the possibility of growing more forceful, had my panties absolutely drenched.

"Let us have a peek," he urged. Looking toward his friends, he asked, "Don't you want to see her gorgeous tits?"

"Oh, yes!" Edgar leaned forward in his chair.

"Come on, baby," Norm coaxed, "there's no need to be shy."

Before I could respond, Hal pulled harder at my top so that it was well below my breasts. All three men let out sighs of appreciation. My tits, not all that large, were perky without the support of a bra. My pink nipples, also fairly small, had already become stiff.

Again, I feigned modesty, covering my chest with my arms. "Hal, you're my neighbor, and I don't know your friends..."

Ever patient, he guided my arms back to my side. Then he clasped my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You didn't stop in just to say hi, did you, Ava?"

"I did, I swear," I weakly protested.

Hal lifted an eyebrow. "Come now, darling, tell the truth." When I stayed quiet, he turned my head so I was facing his friends. "I want to hear you say, 'I'm a horny slut for old men.'"

Both Edgar and Norm were rubbing their cocks through their pants now. I sensed the arousal intensifying in the room; soon, I'd get exactly what I craved. 

Yet I pretended to be reluctant because it turned me on even more. "I'm..." I started in a quaking voice. "I'm a horny slut for old men." While speaking, I squeezed my eyes shut, as if pained to utter such filthy words.

"Good girl." Hal's praise made my pussy clench tight; already, it was desperate for a cock. "Now, my friends and I are going to treat you like the horny slut you are."

His touch was almost rough as he pushed me farther back against the couch. I let out a whimper at the feel of his lips circling my nipple. With startling fervency, he sucked at my skin, elongating that peak. The bite he gave it prompted me to buck my hips.

His friends took the opportunity to approach. While Norm sat on the other side of me, Edgar sank to his knees on the rug in front of the couch. I was breathing fast, too fast, and I had to remind myself to calm down.

Giving me a sweet smile, Norm stroked my cheek. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I can't wait to play with you."

In seconds, his mouth was latched onto my other breast. 

"Oh my God!" I cried out. Warm hands slid all over my skin, just like in the porn scenes I'd watched. This was truly my fantasy come to life!

Lifting his head, Hal sought out my mouth for a kiss. He thrust his tongue between my lips, moaning from deep in his throat. As he claimed my mouth, Edgar began tugging at the waistband of my shorts. 

"Please," I begged, making one last attempt at appearing innocent.

"Let him play with your pussy," Hal told me firmly.

Trying not to seem overly eager, I slowly lifted my ass off the couch so Edgar could pull down my shorts. 

"Look at these sexy panties!" he said, his warm breath drifting along my thigh. 

"Oh, they are nice!" Hal slipped his hand inside the undergarment. Norm continued sucking my right tit while Hal parted my smooth outer lips. "She's soaking wet, fellas."

He explored my inner folds, just grazing my clit, before removing his hand and bringing his slick fingers to my mouth. I let him smear my own juices on my lips. 

Norm turned my face to him and then licked me clean of the pussy juice. The feel of his tongue sliding over my skin caused me to lose control. Like the slut I was, I reached to stroke his dick through his pants.

"That's such a good girl," he said in a strained voice.

Beside me, Hal hurried to free his erection, and between my legs, Edgar gave me a playful lick through the crotch of my panties. 

"I've never done anything like this," I said, which was the absolute truth. 

"We'll take good care of you," Hal promised. "But I know that pussy is drooling for our cocks."

I was actually embarrassed by how wet I was by that point. Edgar didn't seem to mind in the least, for he moved to strip me of my underwear. Now, all I was wearing was the tube top bunched around my waist.

Extending his tongue, Edgar licked me from entrance to clit. The stimulation sent a powerful tremor through me, and Hal chuckled at my needy state.

"Play with my dick," he instructed me.

Looking down at his erection, I couldn't hold back a delighted cry. While his cock was average in size, his balls were massive! They hung down like many of the older male actors I'd watched rutting away between a woman's thighs. Unable to stop myself, I cupped his sac in my palm.

"You like those?"

I met his stare, letting him see just how much I liked them. 

"Think how good they'll feel tapping your clit when I'm pounding your pussy," he said.

As enthusiastic as I was to shower Hal's cock and balls with my attention, Edgar's mouth proved a powerful distraction. The man was devouring my cunt like his favorite meal had been placed before him.

While idly stroking Hal's dick, I used my free hand to grasp Edgar's hair and hold him closer. I found I actually enjoyed the prickly feel of his mustache. 

"My God, she tastes so good," he told the others. "Like a ripe peach."

As much as he tried, he couldn't gather up all my juice; I continued making ample lubrication. Hal's erection pulsed in my grasp, and on the other side of me, Norm busied himself with taking out his dick.

Soon, I was jerking off two hard cocks. My breasts rapidly rose and fell with my quickened breaths, and when Edgar started flicking his tongue against my clit, I couldn't suppress a wail. At one point, the sensation became almost excruciating as he alternated between using his mouth and fingers. I tried to clamp my legs together, but Edgar forced them back open. If anything, my resistance made him double his efforts.

"I feel so fucking dirty!" I choked out. That was the truth, too. I felt like I'd been transported directly into a filthy porn scene. 

"You're gonna feel dirtier when we make you come hard, again and again," Norm taunted me. 

I allowed myself a long look at his now-exposed cock. It was thin, a bit longer than Hal's, and ridged with veins. Though the hair on his head had thinned, his pubes formed a thick bush. I noticed that a drop of pre-cum had beaded on his tip. 

I also noticed the lamplight glinting on his wedding ring. It filled me with a delicious sense of shame.

Edgar's tongue moved at a superhuman speed, punishing my swollen clit until I was writhing on the couch. "Please... I can't!"

In response, Hal and Norm held me fast so my movements were restricted. When I finally came apart, my body shuddered as if I were having a fit. Still, Edgar showed me no mercy. I screamed while he lashed my clit. 

"No more!" I pleaded. My muscles continued spasming from a multitude of aftershocks.

Edgar finally lifted his head, appearing quite proud of himself. I hadn't even begun to recover from that orgasm when Norm moved to kneel on the floor beside his friend.

"I'm dying for a taste, too," he said.

Edgar took his place at my side. I welcomed his deep kiss, and the taste of my pussy that lingered on his tongue. He guided my hand to his groin, and what I discovered there made me gasp.

I knew he was big. After all, I'd easily been able to discern his erection when he was sitting in the chair. But now that my fingers traced the outline of his dick, I feared he might be larger than I could stand. 

Breaking the kiss, he flashed a knowing grin. Of course, he was well aware of the powerful weapon he had between his thighs.

I couldn't dwell on it too long, for Norm ordered both Hal and Edgar to position me so I was almost on my back. "Hold her legs wide open for me," he said.

The two men handled me like I was a doll, maneuvering my limbs. Now, every intimate area of my body was exposed to Norm's view. With me spread open like this, he could see not only my wet, swollen pussy, but also my asshole. I felt incredibly vulnerable, but when I tried to move my legs, I found that Hal and Edgar wouldn't allow me to do so.

On his knees, Norm pressed his mouth to my cunt. He went wild, getting my juices all over his cheeks and lips. I let out a pathetic squeal to deter him from licking my overstimulated clit.

Norm couldn't resist giving that bud a light smack, which made me whine. Then he plunged a finger into my opening. My flesh made a wet, sucking sound trying to grip that digit. Though he roughly finger-fucked me, I found I craved it. My clit had gotten all the attention, leaving my pussy aching.

Studying my expression, Norm added another finger. I was so wet, so ready, that my body easily accepted it. Hal and Edgar watched with keen interest as Norm thrust both fingers in and out. 

When he started to add a third, my breath hitched in my chest. I was being stretched farther now, almost painfully so. 

"Is it too much?" Hal asked. He must have noticed my wince.

I shook my head. "No, don't stop!"

Norm worked his fingers deeper. The moment I felt them curl upward to caress a spot I could never reach on my own, my back arched. Closing my eyes, I heard his low laughter.

"I've got her right where I want her now," he told the others.

The continual pressure he exerted on the roof of my cunt served as the catalyst for my second orgasm. I could feel it building, already threatening to overwhelm me. 

"Such a good girl, letting him stretch your pussy," Edgar whispered in my ear. "You'll be glad you did once I give you my cock."

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at him, and then down at his dick, now free of his pants and underwear. The sight of that monster caused my jaw to drop.

"Oh, Jesus!" I shrieked just as the climax seized me. My body did its best to wrench free, but I could do little more than lie there and get finger-banged while the contractions coursed through my muscles.

Hal and Edgar heaped praise upon me, as if I'd done something remarkable. Cries were still falling from my lips when Norm gently withdrew his fingers from my cunt, only to replace them with his tongue.

"Look at our dirty girl," Hal said, "letting us have our way with her pussy."

Unable to resist, I lifted my head and watched as Norm worked his tongue deeper inside. It looked and felt so wrong, so dirty. But I loved it. I understood then that there was almost nothing I wouldn't allow these men to do to me.

Norm thrust his tongue in and out of my hole. Hal, meanwhile, snaked a hand between my legs and began massaging my clit. Anticipating my reaction, Edgar pinned me down. I felt his massive dick prodding my skin.

"Norm can do this all night." Hal's words sounded like a threat. "And he won't stop till you come again."

"Fuck!" I screamed. Hal's relentless fingers, and Norm's tongue invading my cunt, sent me into the throes of yet another orgasm.

This time, I came so hard that I feared I'd peed on myself. Of course, I knew what squirting was, and when women did it in porn, it looked ridiculously fake. This fluid didn't spray out of me but rather trickled toward my entrance. I feared Norm would be disgusted, but he immediately set about lapping at my pussy, gathering up the liquid.

"My God, you two made her squirt!" Edgar said.

I shivered, slowly coming down while Norm bathed my folds with his tongue. He made a satisfied sound, his hands delivering caresses to my thighs.

Hal smoothed strands of hair back from my face. "Do you need a break, Ava?"

I probably did, but I wasn't willing to slow the momentum we'd built. "No, I'm ready for more."

"Good," he said, then gave my clit a playful tap. "Because the three of us are more than ready to fuck you."