Carpet Laying

Virgin and two MILFs

Young Tyrone Vandy, apprentice, just out of college, was installing the tacking strips for the new carpet in the client's lounge room. It was already a sluggishly hot summer morning. He was glad they had started early.

He heard twitters behind him.

Not birds.

Well, it was hard to think of mothers as chicks.

Two middle-aged women were perving on his butt.

He took a quick glance around.

One was a shiny dyed redhead, and the other a sunflower blonde like his mother. He was embarrassed and returned to tacking.

Still, he was on his hands and knees in a corner, with his arse the closest part of his body to the pair having coffee at the kitchen bench.

Tyrone had to focus because his boss would be back soon.

Ralph entered with the carpet underlay.

Christ, both women were about his employer's age if it came to getting it off. They had to be over forty like his mum.

His mum was two years past a divorce and dating again.

Tyrone struggled not to go there.

He noticed both these mums had shapely, freshly shaved tan legs.

The thought passed through his mind — what did bored housewife's like this pair do all day?

He pictured a dildo but didn't get far —he was a virgin —and actual female anatomy from the neck down was a genuine unknown.

Ralph and Tyrone spread out the heavy, slightly foamy product.

Mrs Clarke, the homeowner, had chosen a quality underlay to make the carpet above feel richer, thicker, and more luxuriant.

Teamwork gets the job done quickly, and Tyrone was a fast learner. Ralph was impressed with the boy's work ethic.

The plush, shaggy, vanilla, creamy Berber was going down fast over the underlay. It was quickly a real feature of the open-plan dining and lounge area in the making.

The large remanents trimmed from the roll around the bay window and the tiles inside the French doors would make quality mats.

Mrs Clarke knew this and asked Ralph to make them up today.

One for inside the front door, for those grotty sods who never wiped their feet properly on the provided front door welcome mat and the other for the transition between the kitchen parquetry and the carpet, a potential high wear zone.

She asked if Ralph could do it today, and she said she would pay extra and that quality carpet deserved protection immediately.

Ralph needed the extra cash flow, and this was an excellent big job for a small business in a sphincter-tight month.

So off he went, leaving Tyrone to add the extra layer of stain protection to the carpet's inbuilt guarding.

He trusted the lad to do a good job and would be back within an hour.

Lauren Clarke, the cinnamon redhead, with the same light coppery tone his sister currently had, immediately offered Tyrone a glass of cool lemonade and introduced herself and her neighbour —Sylvia Lovett.

The lad realised they were both well-stacked ladies, and there was too much flesh for it to be a push-up bra like his sister.

It was a cleavage show directly in his face.

Tyrone had never had this experience before and it was slightly weird— The older women were a turn-on.

This was not surprising as the two bitches were on summer heat with their partner away on business trips — their dudes were probably shaggin' tramps in the state casino.

These two fem-friends knew how to take care of themselves — their wealthy husbands never questioned the trade bills that multiplied in their regular absences.

Tyrone was going to get — tit and pussy and arse— soon and fast though he wasn't aware of that — the two MILFs both were.

They were flirting with Tyrone, and he was out of his league.

They were she-wolves, and he was their meat for the day.

He was young, and they secretly hoped he was packing serious sausage.

Tyrone actually had it — unused and uninitiated.

We are discussing a genuine dangler and an erect frickin' flagpole— but no girl has ever seen it.

Lauren and Sylvia, without consulting each other, had similar action plans for the next hour while Ralph was away.

"I really must start on the carpet guard spray," said Tyrone, finishing his lemonade in a hard gulp.

However, the two cougars hemmed him in.

Sylvia's lemonade was all over his company shirt, and Lauren had it off to dry before he could react to the spill.

These two women were intent on a different kind of major spillage and only over themselves.

Lauren's hands were all over his young, naturally hairless chest.

Sylvia's hands were in his pants over his naturally hairy balls and releasing his schlong into the sunlight.

"My, that's impressive," said Sylvia, stroking Tyrone's pecker up fast.

Lauren had similar thoughts but was preoccupied with licking the lad's ball sack.

"Beautiful dangling nuts," she said between licks.

Tyrone knew he was way out of his depth as Sylvia took his cock, the whole length in her mouth — gag free.

Experience counts as she seamlessly eased it deeper, with a lingering sucking, tongue-infested motion, which was heaven for a first cock suck-off or any cock pleasure time for that matter.

The entire eight, by design, rammed into the back of her skull!

It was made deliriously exciting by Lauren's finger in his arse and her stretching of his satiny ball skin down over his perineum.

Tyrone would have blasted into their faces and been totally happy.

Oh — how easily are youthful males and their cocks satisfied.

The ladies were only getting started.

These MILFs had the young man primed up.

They knew his young pecker was solid wood, one advantage of youth, while they educated him between their own legs.

They were guiding him down onto the carpet. They had some carpet laying of their own to do.

Tyrone knew the workplace jokes — a bit of carpet munching — or polishing the floorboards — if a woman was shaved.

But it was unknown territory to him.

Not any longer.

He got a double pussy head start on his own cock.

The ladies, in turn, invited Tyrone for some face-first experiences.

Lauren guided him through her private layers — her thick carpet. A dark shag pile. The underlay was velvety plump, soft folds of skins, then the crinkled bits and a cute little tack, her petite clit.

But in the case of this sensitive bud, size didn't matter; it was so hard as she guided Tyrone's tongue directly on it.

She gave him the instruction, "Lick and suck the tack, sunshine," and he did.

Experienced fingers know what to do with massive peckers whilst waiting their turn.

Sylvia stroked the shaft of the young man's wood —not over excitedly — she knew how to tease but not make it sneeze out cum too early.

A few precum drips for lubrication and added boyish pleasure were fine.

Geez, Mrs Clarke was wet under his tongue —he couldn't get past that for her name —he could have stayed between her legs all day.

Ralph's return was the last thing on his mind —hell, there was only one thing in his mind and his limited worldview — dark furry pussy.

The carpet-laying apprentice was a fast learner, and his sexual apprenticeship was being fast-tracked as the ladies swapped.

God, Mrs Lovett had super polished floorboards. Her gash was very flappy, already moist and slightly open, revealing rawer flesh inside herself.

Tyrone was momentarily cuntstruck, beyond that actually; he was fixedly staring, and a gentle hand on the back of his head was needed to get him where the MILF required him — between those flashy, flouncy, flimsy lips. Tyrone was making the minutes count, and her cunt was rapidly getting ready for thick beef.

The main course.

Tyrone would always recall the delectable moment when his hardness and softness of a woman's sweet juicy wet pussy first joined in the smeary enveloping warmth of fem-flesh.

The basic male — fuck, this feels good.

It was really good as Mrs Lovett had her legs spread so he could see her lips wrapping around the girth of his cock.

Mrs Clarke was controlling his pacing, guiding his body with her hands on his arse.

She got Tyrone's hand massaging Sylvia's swaying jugs to add excitement.

Again Tyrone could have stayed in her coochie forever.

Given the capacity of young wood, he certainly could go for a fair while.

The women were impressed by his staying; maybe he was not a virgin after all.

Wrong ladies — it was this morning's shower wank, that was holding him in good stead and controlling his natural over-excited state.

Mrs Lovett was the best of neighbours. She shared, yes, she shared — well, she shared — knowing there was a second helping.

Tyrone nearly creamed out early as he took in the fur mat between Mrs Clarke's open butt cheeks.

Wow, what an invitation, as she leant over the kitchen bench.

She was even sweeter on the inside.

It was like his cock was wrapped in a satin nightie, only warmer and wetter.

Actually, he had had his cock wrapped in a nightie — his elder stepsisters to jack off, but that's another story.

His big throbber was pushing in and out really deeply into Mrs Clarke, but that had a lot to do with Mrs Lovett grinding her shaved mound into his butt cheeks.

The apprentice was ready to cum; the mistresses of the moment weren't finished yet.

They say young college bitches are insatiable for hot schlong, and you can't deny: they do come out of the blocks hot and fast and are quickly purry satisfied like a high-octane drag racer.

Well, the truth is MILFs are the Daytona 500 of sex — they get in a rhythm and just keep going and going.

Still, they do like the climatic finish.

It was Mrs Sylvia Lovett who, for some reason, desperately wanted her arse filled today.

Mrs Lauren Clarke remembered she had got the plumber last week at Sylvia's.

It didn't matter; the pool cleaner was booked for tomorrow at both of their premises. Andy would come in his usual handy for both of them.

Mrs Lovett's arse was calling out for it as she balanced perfectly — gaped over the bench.

Well she knew the value of regular home gym workouts when it came to opening up to invite any guy in.

She was equitable, she had enough to share, even with her own husband too when he was home.

No one missed out on a backdoor feed with Mrs Lovett.

Tyrone got the complete experienced woman know-how.

He said, "Wow, Shit," out loud and that nearly upset the ladies.

They both operated with squeaky clean rear doors.

It was just an exuberant youthful expression, they realised.

Tyrone got on with the delectable moment when hardness meets tightness — when firmness is ringed by tightness.

Oh my God — he thought — pussy is heaven, but an arsehole is paradise.

The MILFs gave the lad some tips.

"Tell a college minx — your rear is divine!"

The other said, " Say — babe, your arse is home!"

Well, Mrs Lovett was thoroughly enjoying the ring ride.

"Ugh! Ugh!" she urged in appreciation.

The lad was thick and long, and she was relaxed and knew the tricks to grip any size man piece in any of her available holes.

Her puckered starfish was currently on duty. Eight was handy. Given Andy packed a nine.

Lauren didn't want to end her friend Sylvia's obvious moaning enjoyment but could see the youth straining to hold it in.

Tyrone was so goddamn cock pleased in the cougar's arse; he was going to fill it.

He didn't have the willpower to withdraw his over-aroused schlong.

Mrs Clarke, however, had to look after her new carpet.

She guided Tyrone by his cock around the kitchen bench.

The parquetry could take the spill — after all — it was new carpet, and besides, she needed her fair share of jizz in the finale.

There was no hiding male pleasure in the kitchen —there was no condom trapping the spasmed splatter — no pussy deeply enjoying the jizz pulsing spray — no creamed arse today.

There were two kneeling MILFs at Tyrone's awesome, long, thick boner.

How his schlong delivered a bigger cum splash than the shower this morning, Tyrone suspected it was the rush of new excitement.

What a start to his sex life, two women at his pecker.

His cock throbbed under their combined handwork on his shaft and balls. Then there was the scattered splash of male cum.

It was fountain-like — rich, fast, thick and high, spurting bursts of gooey, jizzy cum.

The spraying, slopping, and spilling seed sloshed around two overeager mature tongues and puddled generously in their mouths.

The pair lapping it up and swallowing their vitamin dose like twenty-year-olds.

Lauren and Sylvia were gloating in their own and each other's sexual pleasure, the mature, brazen hussies — layers of pleasure all around.

The Berber carpet was eye-pleasing, too.

Tyrone only just got the spray job finished on the laid carpet before Ralph got back.

He had another spray job he couldn't get out of his mind; his still happy pecker was slowing his work rate.

After the carpet-layers left, Lauren and Sylvia enjoyed lunch together—a leisurely, satisfying, and gratifying munch —between each other's legs — on the carpet.

Well, someone had to break it in.