Gunny the fuck expert

Well, another long

It was a decent afternoon when I climbed into my truck to head to town that
Friday evening. Not too hot, not too cool, just right for one of those rides where you roll the windows down and ride without the air conditioning on. I pulled into the parking lot of the little place just as Betty was getting out of a
taxicab.

Greeted her with the usual gentleman type stuff. Asked her why she didn’t tell me she needed a ride from the complex, I would have graciously given her one.  As we walked to the front door she explained that she was a little shy about coming out that night and didn’t want to arouse any attention with the others around the complex.

We entered what was a nice little place. Smell of fresh sawdust scattered on the floor, food cooking in the back room and a faint smell of beer being served.

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Saturday night, free food and drinks to boot. Typical for this place on the weekends. Figured since I spent the afternoon setting up for this social event, might as well see what they all get out of these type of functions.As I entered the hall, I started towards the direction of the bar. A soft hand reached out and touched my arm, it was Cindy. I turned to say the face of a sweet looking lady. “Please join me, Gunny?” Cindy asked.

Cindy looked like your standard grandmother, in her late fifties, short gray hair, some wrinkles that were actually quite attractive and a really nice shape for a woman her age. She was all dressed up for tonight and looking pretty good in a nice red dress. She was a quite woman around the complex; one you would see moving around the place, but not socializing much with the other tenants.

I told her I would be glad to sit with her and that I would be right back after a trip to the bar. I went to the bar and ordered a bottle of Wild Turkey and a small pitcher of ice water, the only thing I ever drink! I forgot to ask her what she drank. When I arrived back at the table I set my things down and apologized for not bringing her another drink. Cindy said it was all right, if I didn’t mind she’d just have what I was having. Ok with me.

It was about midnight when we decided to head home for the night. After a few minutes in my truck, Cindy started stroking my thigh and moved up to feel my cock through my jeans, which was getting hard. She muttered something about having been ready to go before we even got in the truck, but I didn’t hear it exactly as I was spinning from the effects of the bourbon. She kept rubbing me through my jeans all the way to her home. I pulled the truck up into her driveway and got out to walk her to the door because I was not sure she could walk alone.

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Watching female on female action always gets me horny as hell. These three women were blowing my mind. Between watching them take each other and the effects of the bourbon, I was cocked and ready to engage in the action again.

Angela slid away from Diane and Ms. Dell. Which opened up the opportunity for those two to really get down on each other.

She slinked across the floor over to were I was sitting on the cushions. I leaned back against the side of the couch as the older blonde slid up my legs and straddled my lap. She started kissing me and shoving her huge fat tits in my face. Rubbing the outside of her wet cunt against my hard cock.

The other two just kept on making out. Slurping noises and moans of pleasure is all you could hear from them.

Angela moved down and took my rock hard cock into her fragile wrinkled hands. She immediately began hungrily sucking on it and stroking it up and down.

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the holidays were a little dull, or at least at the start. Sure the complex had a nice little get together for all the residents. They provided food and some entertainment for thanksgiving and a little Christmas Eve party. Mostly just eating and singing and some old remembrance stories. 
I at least made a showing to each one, did my well wishes to all and spent some time in the corner out of the way. About two hours was all I could take, so I made sure I saw everyone and wished them all well. Then I went back to my place and celebrated on my own. Me and a bottle of Wild Turkey, that is.
Well, New Years Eve come up and they had some kind of party plans for that occasion also. But not for me, I decided. I figured I’d stay home and start early on my bottle. That way I could get a good buzz on.
I had the day off, so I had slept in late and was pretty rested up and raring to go by the time I pulled the top off the new bottle I had picked up. Figured I wouldn’t be bothered all night, since they were all over at the main building playing their bingo and eating.
I was about a third through the bottle when all of a sudden I got a buzz on my beeper. Figured it was someone at the party looking for me. Well I looked down at the number on it and it was the home number for Ms. Dell. 
Ms. Dell was one of the ladies who had never married and was always pretty sweet to everyone around the complex. She was a retired gym teacher, about seventy-five years old. I never really eyed her very much; she always wore those loose fitting sundresses everywhere.
Anyways, I took a couple more shots and picked up the phone and called her.
“Hello Ms. Dell, this is Gunny.” I said when I heard someone pick up the other end of the phone.
“Oh, Gunny what are you doing? You’re not at the party!” She spoke softly.
“No mam, I’m going. Do you have a problem at your place?” I asked.
“Well, a couple of the other tenants and me are going to celebrate a little here at my place, and we want you to stop by for a visit.” She said.
“I was planning on staying home and celebrating alone” I kind of said harshly.
“Please come over for a few minutes, there’s only three of us here and I had planned on more people coming over, now I have to much food out, you have to eat, right!”
“Then you don’t have a problem for me to fix?” I asked.
“No, we’re just lonely. Think about it and Come over, please.”

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Things have been going pretty good around the complex for me. I’ve been working steady, keeping busy so as not to get bored. Not actually working hard, just enough to keep things interesting.
I visit Judy, the boss lady, every once in a while, so as not to lose out on that exciting sex. Though I got to say, the experiences I‘m having with the older ladies has me wanting more of these hot older woman. 
Once the initial top layer of ice is broken, these older babes enjoy it more and are more passionate and caring then the younger ones. These ladies don’t have to be wined and dined all the time, when they want sex that’s what they go for!
I’ve regularly been visiting Diane; she is one of the health care nurses for the complex. She takes care of the residents that are bed ridden or unable to care for themselves.
Diane is a strong looking woman. About five foot six and a little stout, just the right amount of padding. I figured her age at somewhere around fifty-six to fifty-eight, she makes my dick twitch every time I see her, so it doesn’t matter what her age. 
It might be because she wears one of those uniforms like the nurses do a one-piece sort of dress type thing. Her big plump breasts are definitely visible whenever she does bend over. 
One day at lunch I decided to sit down at the table were she was eating her lunch. I introduced myself and started with the small talk. 
Well one thing led to another and we’ve been playing with each other ever since. Some good clean fun.
The way we both work around the complex most of the sex has been quick spur of the moment happenings, but unforgettable moments of pleasure.

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Well, I finally finished installing a new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake. It had turned out to be one of those all day jobs. Her old one leaked like a damn sieve and had to be costing the lady a nice piece of change in extra electricity. I could definitely tell there hadn’t been a maintenance person around this place in a while. These retirees can’t afford those high priced outside service companies.
Mrs. Drake didn’t waste energy on air conditioning though. So I had gotten over heated some during the course of the hot summer day and had pulled my shirt off. Well I was finally finished with the clean up and all my tools picked up. I had dirt and sweat all over me.
Mrs. Drake came inside from sitting outside on the porch and said “Hey Gunny, you installed it you might as well try it out. Its quitting time for you and you got to wash up anyways, go on I’ll get you a clean towel”
What the hell I thought, “Ok Mrs. Drake, I’ll take you up on it”
I went to the back bathroom and was washing off the grease from my hands first. Didn’t want to get everything greasy in there. Mrs. Drake came in with a clean towel and placed it on the rack by the shower.
“I use to do this for my husband all the time” she said.
I had heard around the park that she lost her husband about twelve years ago. She was somewhere around the age of sixty-five I guessed. Not especially one of the most attractive in the complex, she had a pleasant enough appearance and was built a little on the husky side.
She came up behind me and rubbed her chest against my back as she reached around me to get a washcloth out of the little linen closet, there in the bathroom. I felt her erect nipples against my back; Mrs. Drake was evidently a little horny.

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