Tools can get you into so much trouble. I had just retired and was really getting into the reduced stress lifestyle. Having rooted myself silly at just about any chance I got in my life, you would think that by the time I retired I would want to just put my feet up and let the young fellow’s tools get them into strife. But no, the excitement of a woman’s bits are just too much of a temptation.

I had taken to meeting up with Rob and John, a couple of mates of mine of similar age (we were all around sixty) and also retirees. We would meet for a coffee and to perve at the females coming and going at a coffee shop with a view of the harbour in a neighbouring suburb. A tough job but someone has to do it. One of these times we met, Rob brought up the usual subject of women but then went on to tell us how he had met a woman on a sex site (I acted dumb about AMM and nodded innocently but also with a false incredulous look on my face) who was in her early forties who wanted to meet older guys so that they could use her for their “limited” sexual gratification. The word limited intrigued me but turned out to be specifically handjobs and blowjobs and lots of clit and twat fingering which she apparently loved to have done to her and vigorously I might add. Rob said that she had stressed the “vigorous” bit. We all greed “NO PROBLEM”. There was to be no vaginal (and I assumed anal) penile penetration as she wanted to remain faithful to her hubby. Interesting moral standard there but I didn’t feel I should debate the issue then and there with the guys as there was after all a more pressing issue to be dealt with, that being the possibility of a naked wench and her tits, pussy and arse. Rob, needless to say I suppose, had John and my full attention and so went on to explain that this woman wanted to be “used” by old guys and to have photos taken of us doing so. It would be good if these older guys would have grey hair, what there was of it and along those lines, bald was fine and that if they had a slight to average gut that would be acceptable as well. I looked around the three of us and we all seemed made for the job, all being greying and carrying a bit more weight around the waist than we would have liked, but only a little! We all agreed that photos were fine as long as our faces didn’t appear in them which I suppose is pretty standard policy in my experience. Rob asked if we were “in” which seemed to be an unnecessary question judging by John’s and my eagerness but one that had to be asked just so that we were all clear before arranging the details. It is interesting and a tad disgusting when you consider how respectable older “gentlemen” like us were so ready to indulge in such debauchery so eagerly.

I asked where this orgy was to take place and suggested a motel room but Rob said that she had stated that she would like a bush setting for the photos sake. This woman certainly had set ideas but what the heck, I didn’t care. John suggested a spot in the bush behind a factory bay complex his sons had a business in. He had visited there a few times and as it was a fairly new complex a lot of the factory bays were still empty and so the area wouldn’t be that busy. The weekend was discussed but the woman wasn’t available due to hubby finding out. It was considered better to use her during the week as everyone else would be at work and hopefully elsewhere and it would reduce the likelihood of dreaded and sadly ubiquitous bush walkers interrupting our debauchery. The complex backed onto a big bush reserve that stretched down into the valley where it became really remote.

We teed up a date and all four of us arranged to meet for a coffee beforehand to get to know each other. This woman was clearly not short of a bob. Hubby is some sort of a corporate big wig and she has a lady of leisure life style born out by her showing up in her tennis gear as she was on her way after our meeting to play tennis with the girls and also the Merc sports car she showed up in.

There ensued a polite at first conversation that mustn’t have been to the liking of our lady who clearly preferred to be seen as a wench that we should use for our amusement and told us so. After that, the talk degenerated into a sexy, downright filthy verbal session discussing likes and dislikes that became so horny that I could feel my blood pressure and other things rising (my excitement and my tool) and finally finished with her suggesting “how about we go now, because I really want you to strip me naked in the middle of the bush” with that all four wide eyed sexually aroused debauchers rose as one and almost ran to our respective cars and roared off in convoy heading to our prearranged factory bay complex. Truly disgusting!

We all turned up shortly afterwards and as John had told us, the place was pretty much deserted except for a few cars way down the other end of the complex outside one of the factory bays. There was a bit of hammering and general noise coming from that direction but no one was in sight. We all gathered our gear and after a quick glance around to ascertain that we weren’t being watched, we ducked through the gate in the chain wire fence and disappeared into the bush. It was good to get under the cover of the trees and scrub and my excitement increased by the second. We followed a narrow bush path as it wound up the hill slightly before starting down into the valley. We had gone along for about five or so minutes and we were well and truly clear of prying eyes from any of the factory bays that, judging by the lack of hammering, we had left far behind. The bush was fairly thick and we left the track and skulked in behind a large rock outcrop.

There was a small clearing where it looked like someone had been sleeping rough or even using the area for exactly what we had planned. Who knew or cared as it was vacant now and I for one was getting extremely aroused as my tool was making me decidedly uncomfortable as it grew in the front of my shorts. This was no time for gentlemanly behavior and so I squeezed and tried to rearrange the bulge that was my expanding penis and his mates as I stood there eyeing off her body. She had looked around the area and then back at us and me in particular playing with myself which prompted a smile from her. “Do you want to strip me?” she asked playfully. There was no reply. Rob stepped forward and unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled a big smile as she raised her arms up into the air in an excited stretch as John and I followed Rob’s lead and helped her shorts off and onto the ground. Her bra was unclipped and her tits released to wobble around delightfully revealing very nice areolas and slightly proud nipples, her breasts so full and plump that the areolas and nipples were a little pointy and the skin of her tits was slightly shiny. Someone else was sliding her panties off and she stood there between us naked and curvy. That might have sounded very calm and collected but in actual fact there were bits of clothing flying off her in all directions until she stood there naked. My penis was hurting it was so hard.

There is something about a naked woman. She stood there, her eyes looking up into our faces, her shoulders back, chest thrust vainly out, she was proud of these tits and wallowed in our lustful looks at them. There were delicious naked curves everywhere, a lightly haired vee between her lovely thighs (I dearly wanted to lick and bite them then and there) that ran down to her slender legs. There was a little roll of fat over her twat as she was a little on the voluptuous side and definitely not skinny. We were all ordered to take out our penises and she did a mock inspection of our erections as if reviewing the troops. She gave each one a slap to the side and each one swung back pointing ominously at her once more. “I want to see more!” she demanded in a playful tone. There was no hesitation, the pants, undies and shirts came off to leave most of us standing there naked with tools hanging out, balls dangling down and guts protruding (but only slightly!) out. I say most of us as I left my shirt on as I wasn’t as heavily built as my mates and a bit conscious of it. She wasn’t having any of my shyness and stripped off my shirt for me and stepped back to review the talent once more.

The three guys stood around her naked, not exactly Greek Adonises, mostly grey chest hair on all confirming our elderly status, white skinned chests and abdomens, white arms and legs except where short shirt sleeves and shorts’ legs had allowed some suntan down to socks and shoes that somewhat amusingly had remained on all of the blokes. John’s dark/grey hirsute thatch covered his chest right down to his slight pot that protruded out over his unshaven mostly black pubic hairs that surrounded the base of his erection, his fully engorged, seemingly enormous knob dribbling a long ooze of pre-cum that threatened to break and hurtle into the leaf litter at our feet. The foreskin on Rob’s meat half covered his knob as it peeped out almost shyly, his erection dangling down slightly. My foreskin had been thrashing back and forth over my knob as I couldn’t contain my arousal and had been pulling my tool for some time, splashing some of my pre-cum on her tits which she found delightful judging by the smile and her moving her tits closer to the source. Still smiling her sexually excited smile she ran her hands up through the grey chest hairs of each of us and as if we were not holding up our end of the agreement, mainly due to shock I think, She blurted out “Well?!”

We didn’t need telling twice, we closed in around her, our hands going everywhere all over her body. One of us slid one hand down between her legs and then cupped her tit with the other before planting his mouth over her nipple and sucked like there was no tomorrow. OK, it was me! I couldn’t help it and I was amazed at the restraint of the other two. I had only known this woman for a matter of an hour or so and here I was, my hand cupping and squeezing her delightfully full melon and my mouth firmly clamped on her areola and nipple and applying a pulsating sucking action like a milking machine vacuuming away for all it is worth. Ain’t nature wonderful?! Rob soon appeared on the other tit. Two old guys hanging off her tits. I so wished I had a shot of that. I could feel her hand on the back of my head, holding it onto her tit. There was no way I was going to fall off that deliciously firm nipple but she wasn’t to know that I suppose and she didn’t want to take the chance I guess. Also in pressing my head to her breast perhaps meant I wasn’t applying enough pressure for her liking.

I have been told once or twice that I suck too hard on a woman’s nipple but others (like this one) want you to suck harder. A bloke can’t win and I just do, only too happily, as I am directed in each individual instance. I could see John’s hand caressing her shoulders and neck as he stood behind her rubbing his tool up and down in her arse crack. He was instructed not to leave marks as he moved to suck on her neck and ear lobes. We two tit suckers released her nipples and stood up around her rubbing our tools all over any part of her body we could reach, mostly her legs and buns while our hands were all over the rest of her body. It’s a pity we didn’t have a movie camera set up to record this slurping pile of humanity sucking and groping and being grouped furiously in this little clearing in the middle of the bush, the sunlight filtering down through the tree tops and a slight breeze blowing rustling the leaves being the only noise that would possibly disguise our grunts and moans.

I could feel her stroking my tool, (at least I hoped it was her) as I groped and rubbed all over her. Her other arm was going up and down in unison with the one stroking me and so I assumed that someone else’s dick was also getting some attention. I dropped her plump little twat and ran my hands all over any part of her body I could find. I felt her waist and ran my hand behind her onto the lovely silky curve of her back and down onto her buns then into her arse crack and then back to squeeze her buns again and so on it went. I kept running into other guy’s hands as there was a frantic groping and exploring of every crack and crevice of this deliciously, sexy, curvy wench’s body, together with a steady up and down movement of cocks being rubbed up against her. It was tad crowded.

The action was frantic. Her “oooing” and “ahhing” sometimes sounding like it was just to please us and other times it sounded like a genuine result of being pleasured in or on one of her many erogenous zones and we were only too deliriously happy to do it. Still sucking and slurping I dispatched a hand and fingers to seek out her warm slippery little twat but alas I was too late as it was already occupied with someone else’s hand and fingers. There were guys hands going everywhere all over her body. I slipped my hand further down to feel the soft skin of her leg on her inner thigh (that seemed to be quivering due to the stress or sexual excitement), then pulling her legs apart and lifting her thigh, pulling her to me, rubbing my cock on her hip. All three of us were pulling her here and there in our lusting, animal frenzy. She let out the occasional “oooh” and ‘whooo” as we each tried to get her into position to do whatever we wanted to do to her at that moment. She was nearly pulled off her feet one time and staggered to regain her balance before she was pulled in another direction. A lot of the placement didn’t make sense but it was exciting to manhandle her into position to use her body. Someone’s hand entered her arse crack and took hold of her bun furthest from me. I know this because my hand was in the other half of her arse crack already and I was squeezing and kneading her bun closest to me.

Still with my hand in her arse crack and my hand holding her bum cheek, her twat was vacated at last and I moved my other hand between her legs and slid a finger between her labia lips and onto her clit or at least where I thought it was. I can never find those things on my own. I dipped my finger into her warm, very wet, slippery snatch hole for some lubrication and returned to her clit and proceeded to massage it slowly. I could feel her plump little labia lips wrapping around my finger. The guys were pinching and pulling on her nipples mostly for their own pleasure but also assisting with her orgasm. The first one! She let out a little scream and pressure release as she came, shuddering and trembling again and again under the release and milking her orgasm for all she was worth. She recovered, let out a big sigh and stopped our assault on her lovely body by pushing us all off and exclaiming that she wanted some photos.

The guys all looked at each other with that look that said”WHA?”, somewhat exasperated but complied with her demand. We all stood back and speaking for myself, calmed down from our pack attack and took in what she had said about photos. The photographer in me seemed to surface and despite being naked in the middle of the bush standing in the sunlight filtering down through the trees, I suggested she kneel down and two of us laid our cocks on her shoulders. She loved that idea and posed with a great big smile with a knob at either cheek. In the second, she held the cocks. The third she had hold of scrotums and was hauling down on them. I was glad I was the photographer on that shot.

John was/is the biggest hung of the three of us and she must have immediately noticed that. Even his nuts were large and hung down in this horribly ugly looking “turkey neck” looking scrotum that she must have loved because she kept going back to it. As I had already observed the size of his knob was fascinating. He is not a terribly tall or big built fellow. It just goes to show you that bodily size doesn’t equate to size of genitalia because his knob and nuts were big. It’s a wonder he didn’t walk bow legged.

After the “hauling down on scrotums” shot she held his scrotum and put her other hand behind it allowing his balls to sit side by side and offered it to the camera to display his balls with her face right beside them before slurping a ball into her mouth for another shot complete with smiling eyes. At that point I wished I was the one being slurped and not the photographer. All of this time I had this overwhelming desire to take her from behind doggie style and the fact that it had been agreed there was to be no penetration was making me ill and dizzy. It must have been a chemical animal lust thing making me sick but I endured it and recovered back to reality.

We took it in turns to take the photos and to serve as cock and ball models for her porn trophy shots. This went on for some time before someone suggested the inevitable cum shot. She was immediately and eagerly wrapped in the idea (whereas we just wanted to wrap her in cum) but it must have seemed obvious to all of the guys, it certainly did to me. She knelt down and tried to operate the phone camera. We all stood over her and wanked furiously before finally Rob won the race and blew his load over her tits. When we reviewed the photos afterwards, all of the guys hands were blurred such was the frantic action. Rob’s load was stopped by the camera lens (phone lens?) arcing through the air in one shot before it hit her tits and then another with it draped across the lovely curves of her breasts and dangling off one of her nipples. He took over the camera as John stepped up and delivered his several squirts over her face and some into her hair. I blew a good first squirt onto her arm with great satisfaction straining my groin to try to get some pressure going and then a less than good squirt onto her tit followed by a pathetic dribble down over her shoulders. I stepped into her so that my precious delivery didn’t fall wasted into the dirt at our feet and shook my tool at her trying to spread the dribble, wiping my knob on her shoulder and arm. She let out a gasping sigh as the cumming was over and rose to her feet, wiping off our goo as well as she could. She was so intrigued by the photos that she stood there still naked and engrossed looking at the phone and sending the photos to herself immediately lest she miss out I suppose. I am always intrigued by the sight of a naked woman standing there tits on display arse looking excellent and so “rub up againstable” but oblivious to the guy drinking in the sight of their lustful beauty, as she concentrates on viewing photos on their phone. The guys were dressed and ready to go as she finished dragging her clothes on. We headed back up the hill and down into the car park that was still as deserted as when we had arrived.

A few weeks later I met up with the boys for a coffee at our little shop and the conversation immediately started out with our adventure with the little 40 year old with a fetish for older guys. We reminisced about her lovely curves and all aspects of her bits and how we exercised great restraint in not rooting her, as we all agreed we wanted to in hindsight. There was a sigh or two and the subject changed to sport and how the various teams were fairing. That conversation bobbled along for a few relatively boring minutes but was far less than interesting by comparison and we all happily switched back to our little wench’s body and ordered another coffee.