The Joiner
by Alistair Acorn
Email: rellik@uymail.com

Synopsis: A young joiner finds out it isn't just two pieces of wood that can be nailed together. For the readers who like the old woman/young man story

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places may be mentioned in this story, it is not to be the conclusion that any part of this story is real or ever happened.
The following story is a work of fiction containing descriptions of sexual acts between adults. While all the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with under-age children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this.

The year was 1958 and I had just finished my two years National Service. We were meant to get our old jobs back, but my old boss had died leaving me without that privilege. I'd had two deferments and was a bit older than the other lads, but at least I'd finished my apprenticeship, as a joiner. The only thing left was to go into business on my own. I had little money having only been paid twenty-eight shillings a week for most of the past two years.

The other handicap was somewhere to live, being an orphan and brought up in an orphanage, I had no parents to fall back on. At least I still had all my tools and an old Morris Minor van (ex GPO) so I didn't have to go to a bank cap in hand for a loan. A fat chance I had of getting one with no assets except my tools and van.

Luckily I was offered a job to replace an enclosed veranda, which had been condemned by the council. The house was owned and lived in by two elderly sisters who were in their early seventies. On my own I estimated the job would take a month at the least, so I went looking for 'digs' close to the old women's house.

Although the rent for the small single bedroom was small it was going to stretch my budget a good bit. I had to share the bathroom and wasn't allowed to cook any meals in my room, but for a month I could stand that.
The two old women couldn't have been sweeter, plying me with cups of teas and even giving me my lunch. To demolish the structure was the easy part and it wasn't long before I had all the old timber piled up waiting for it to be removed.

It was the third night in my digs that I blew my top. The daughter of the family spent nearly two hours in the bathroom every night. I had to wait until she finished before I could go and shower to remove the dirt, which came from demolishing the veranda. That also meant I couldn't go for an evening meal at the pub, for by that time they had stopped serving.

I explained the situation to the mother and father, but they just shrugged their shoulders, so I told them to stuff the room and left, still with four days rent paid. I drove to the Railway station and used the washrooms to shower and get dressed in clean clothes. That night I was able to get a meal but slept in the vans back among my tools. That was quite a feat for a six-foot three male in the vans small interior. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement.

The two old women knew something was wrong when they saw the state I was in the next morning and offered me one of the rooms in their home. They seemed overly happy that I was going to stay in their home, but I soon forgot about it, happy to have somewhere to sleep and stay.

The old timber was removed and the new arrived on time and I got started. The erection was a lot cleaner than the demolition, so I soon got back into the swing of things once more. The two women watched me nearly all day, muttering to themselves and smiling whenever I looked at them. I wasn't on any strict timetable, for it was a fixed cost, so to finish was left to me.

I wasn't used to being fussed over; the orphanage wasn't a place where things were done for you. If you wanted anything done, you did it yourself and if it was one of the tasks laid down and not done quickly enough you knew you would get a clip behind the ear, or worse, the cane. So when two women fussed over me it was alien to my upbringing. The other thing I'd never been with a woman, ever, I was never able to afford to. Firstly on a low apprentice pay where a quarter of my wage had to be set aside to buy tools. Then in the Army where the pay at the end was only thirty-six shillings a week, barely enough to buy your toilet things and a couple packets of fags. So as I said when I was near a woman I felt uncomfortable. I liked these two old women, as the grandmothers I never had.

The evenings in their lounge were spent either listening to the radio or records, which were mostly old, the tunes that they liked. The change came at the end of the second week when a card table was brought out and we started playing Brag. First it was for matches and I held my own against them, and at the end of two hours we were even.

"When we were younger we used to play for articles of clothing, have you ever played strip Brag Hugh?" Sybil asked she was the oldest by one year.

I must have blushed for she smiled and said, "Appears not Shauna, look how he blushes."

"Shall we try Hugh, it's just for fun and the room is lovely and warm?" Asked Shauna.

Out of bravado I answered in the affirmative.

"Great, now every item counts as one, is that fair Hugh?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"One sock, one stocking for each brag" Sybil replied.

"Right, you might as well deal, it was your deal anyway." I answered and waiting on the nine cards to be dealt. In the Army we played this, but used a cribbage board and even then sixty holes were covered in minutes. Then we were playing three for the first hand, two for the second, one for the third and eight for all three. We were only playing one for each group of three.

I couldn't have been happier; for I was dealt three three's the top hand, so I knew I could easily lose the next two hands without losing an item of clothing. I split the rest of cards into two flushes, which is really a good backhand and a weak middle hand, where usually you need a run to stand any chance of winning.

As I suspected I lost the second hand and won the other two. It was Shauna who won the second hand so Sybil started peeling off her clothing. She gave me two stockings and Shauna her slipper. When she handed over the stockings they were still warm from her body and smelt of a faint perfume.

Slowly their clothes started piling up on my side of the table. The sight of naked seventy-year-old women wouldn’t turn on some men, but this was the closest I'd been to semi naked women. Both were sitting wearing panties and bras. Granted the panties were waist-high, but they were made of a silky material and not cotton. Both the women's legs were thin, without the plumpness of their younger sisters', one sees in the magazines, but the wide crotches intrigued me. I was sitting at the table with an almighty hard on. I wonder if they knew how big a man I was.

Two games later they were both naked, droopy flat breasts and all. Their skin was like parchment, but at least their stomachs were flat and both had ample bushes of hair covering their crotches.

"Well Hugh you have cleaned us out, we have nothing else to play with," Sybil said but smiling.

"How about pussy, want to play for a bit of pussy Hugh?" Asked Shauna.

It was then I realised that they had planned all of this and since I had made no moves towards them in the last two weeks they chose this method, but could I play to fuck them? They were both old, but they seemed keen enough if they were offering themselves, so what I got to lose, it wasn't as if they were teeny boppers, they were both mature women.

"Yes, but I leave it to you who will be first if I win." I said laughing.

"Cocky young rascal isn't he. Who says you will win."

"You two have worked all this out between yourselves, so is there any need to go any further?"

"Oh we have to play it out to the end," Sybil said, but looked glad that I had worked out their little scheme.

I am sure she dealt my hand purposely for I had four fours, which meant I won with one hand.
"Guess you own us now Hugh, but we will make it easy for you, we will all share one bed. I hope your stamina lasts the whole night, for I lost three pussies." Shauna said and came round and reached below the table and stroked me through my trousers.

"Oh Sybil, you should feel the size of this, Hugh is massive. I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow morning but who cares."

I reached up and fondled her pouch like breast and thought you are a bloody pervert, fondling an old woman's breast who was old enough to be your great or even great-great-grandmother. But hell it felt fantastic.

I also liked the way the old woman's hand was stroking my cock. The closeness of her gave me a mixed smell of perfume and another earthy smell I couldn't quite place.

"Come on Hugh and get your rewards." The two women said holding an arm each and pulled me towards their bedroom.

I stood like a statue as they undressed me and ran their hands over my body. Sybil got on to the bed and knelt on her hands and knees. I needed no more invitation as I too climbed on the bed and holding my cock in the palm of my hand I guided the massive head to the lipless pussy in front of me. How or when she had applied the jelly to her pussy I had no idea, but my cock slid easily into her frail body.

My virgin days were now over as I felt the warm confines of her body close around my cock and then she thrust herself back jabbing her pelvis bones into my lower abdomen. I was buried completely inside her. It must be a natural thing to do, for I took hold of her hips and pumped her on and off my cock. All this time Shauna stood and watched as I pounded my cock into her sister, while she was fingering herself. If anyone had mentioned I would be enjoying sex with a seventy-year-old woman I would have laughed in their face, but I didn't know any different and to me this was heaven.

I pounded my cock into her until I flooded her inside with my sperm and I knew I couldn't lie over her back, so I brought her up and she was sitting with her thin bottom against my lower abdomen.

"Oh Shauna it was wonderful, we must keep him happy for I have never felt such a large cock in all my life."

"Well I want to feel him too Sybil so get off his lap and let me have him."

"Not before I clean him up for you," she said easing herself up and then turning and plunging her face on to my cock. The sensation of her tongue licking me clean started the blood flowing again and I started to harden.

Seeing my cock get bigger, Shauna pushed her sister away and got me on to my back and before I knew it Shauna was astride me and I was again slipping into a warm pussy. I lay there fascinated, watching my cock just vanish into her wide crotched body, with the droopy breasts, thin arms and legs that you think would break any minute, almost like a walking skeleton. Then she was seated on my thighs burying my cock to the hilt.

I had seen movies of younger women doing the same, but here I was feeling the sensation of Shauna and the pressure she was exerting on my cock. I honestly thought women of her age were long past such a thing and now I know better. Shauna had a grin on her face that told it all. She appeared to enjoy such a position that she now held and was wriggling herself on my cock, which felt as good as though I was moving in and out of her pussy.

I lasted much longer this time, but eventually it all ended far too soon for my liking as I spurted my load into her pussy.

"You will stay with us after you finish the extension Hugh, we will look after you, like tonight. Any time you want us we will do it, just say you will stay," pleaded Sybil.

"Now why would I think of leaving, where can I get elsewhere what I get here? So don't worry if you want me to stay, then stay I will."

I could have gone another round, but they said they had had enough for tonight. I returned to the room they had given me, with my clothing under my arm and got turned in.

"Hugh, we have been telling Arlene about last night and she was wondering if she could at least once feel a cock as big as yours inside her." Asked Sybil as she shook me the next morning. Standing alongside her was a woman who was obviously blind and much younger.

I was lying like most mornings with a piss laden hard on and longed to have it where it was last evening once more. "Sure why not, I'm getting all my Christmases at once." I threw back the bedclothes revealing my erect tree trunk of a cock. Arlene lifted her dress, removed a pair of cotton panties, showing a thick black love triangle covering a pussy with thick puffy lips, so different from the two sisters. Sybil took hold of my cock and guided it to Arlene's pussy and then she dropped down in one movement and letting out a cry as I stretched her insides. I felt the resistance myself and the movement slightly hurt me, but she was now sitting where Shauna had been last evening.

"You are so big; it feels that I'm going to burst." Cried out Arlene, but that didn't stop her riding my cock by moving her hips back and forth. With her being much younger than Sybil and Shauna I expected her to feel different, but the only difference was the weight and to be truthful I much preferred the older women. That fact didn't stop me holding her waist and thrusting up as she came down and I felt my cock striking her hard cervix entrance every time I thrust. Then once again I flooded another woman's inner being.

Oh yes I was beginning to like this house and now had no intention of leaving, especially getting a shake in the morning by a bit of pussy.

It turned out Arlene was the daughter of their neighbour who was away on holiday and by what was said while I had breakfast I might have another willing female, but that is in the future. I have to finish this job first.

At least now I know what it feels like to nail two bodies' together; mine and any willing woman.
The End