I'm early 40s & work as a parcel deliveryman. As a swimmer & gymmer, I'm in pretty good shape.

Had me last delivery of the day about 6pm Friday (yesterday) to nice Mrs B (Madge, small, pert early-50s) at number 22, who I'd known much of me life. I'd grown up with her kids. There were quite a few parcels to deliver.

When Madge came to the door, I noticed she was in dressing gown and shoeless, black tights (stockings?) I thought she's just back from work and getting comfortable, but I heard some uproarious chatter from the living room, what sounded like the laughter of tipsy mature ladies. Madge asked me if I'd bring the parcels into the living room. (She still called me 'Joe, lad', which I really liked). Well, it was me last drop, so no problem, I thought.

Walking into the living room, got the shock of me life and the ladies, all barely 5 foot or so, roared laughing at my expression and blushes. The source of the mirth was clear. They'd had a few sherries at their afternoon Anne Summers style sex toys & undies party. Indeed, all the ladies, were wearing black stockings and suspenders with skimpy lacy bras and pants - some in black and others in a bright cocksucker red colour.

Madge now dropped her dressing gown and was wearing the black version. With her were her mates she worked with in the factory - Maggie (petite, late-50s in red undies), Chrissie (late 40s, petite in black undies), Glenys, (early 50s, buxom in red ones), Denise (early 40s, buxom and in black undies) AND, to my surprise, Maggie's mum, Frances, (early 70s, buxom in black ones). As I surveyed the scene, I noticed that they all had lovely knockers and their cleavages were now being thrust towards me to peals of laughter. They were determined to tease.

Seeing my blushes, Madge said, 'Oh, hasn't he gone red, ladies.' Laughter. Maggie said, 'Oh, I do like a young man in uniform'. Even more laughter. I didn't know where to look but wanted to look everywhere and the ladies noticed this. Madge said, 'So, which of us do yer like then, lad'? More blushing, which the ladies were lapping up.

Maggie then added with a broad grin, 'Well, I think you've seen quite a lot of us. Now it's time to see something of you, lad.' All the ladies were now looking at me with crocodile smiles eyeing their prey & looking me up & down'. I was now beginning to get a bit worried when Madge said, 'We like even more a man out of his uniform'.

'Blimey, what the_' but, before I'd even finished me sentence, the ladies pounced, & petite little Madge pushed me back onto the settee and Maggie & Denise grabbed each leg & got me onto the floor. Surrounded and swamped, the ladies were taking no prisoners& had me pinned to the floor, Madge sitting on me tummy and Maggie & Denise sitting on each leg with Chrissie & Glenys holding each arm, as I struggled in vain to keep me kecks & me dignity.

Resistance seemed pointless given the onslaught by small, feminine hands that expertly undid shoelaces, shirt buttons, trouser button and fly. They had all had years of practice in stripping and wanking off young male apprentices and any new guy they took a shine to who started work at their factory.

Uproarious laughter ensued when Madge made a great theatrical play of unzipping me (you could actually hear the unzipping), and the ladies started humming the famous stripper song. More laughter when she placed her hands in my flies and had a good rummage, gently feeling and squeezing my bulge and me fit-to-burst nuts, as Glenys passed the feather duster to her. More laughter as Madge thrust the feather duster in me kecks and used it as a tickling stick and declared a la Doddy, 'How tickled I am! What a good day for stripping a guy.' Denise and Frances were sat on the sofa cheering on, 'Go on, ladies, strip him. Strip him to the skin.' The rampant, determined, randy ladies were unstoppable and dead-set on seeing some cock.

Me shoes went flying, as did me shirt. Chrissie and Glenys were pulling on each trouser leg and with one, final yank, me kecks were off & tossed in the air to great laughter and cheers. Maggie, shouted. 'He's gone as red as his old y-fronts. He needs liberating from them. With one yank, Madge had em off and was waving them over her head, to shrieks of delight...

But, that was not the reveal the ladies were expecting and they laughed even more at me in just me black work socks & leopard print posing pouch. Chrissie shrieked, 'Blimey, fancy pants.' As they eased when laughing, I bolted for the door and, Frances, about 4'10' ordered: 'Yer not going out dressed like that, lad. We've not finished with you yet.' Pulled back again and pushed to the floor by Maggie, Madge straddled me, sitting on me chest and, noticed, one of me goolies poking out and each lady had a nice little tickle and Madge, to great cheers, ripped off me posing pouch and swung it round in triumph over her head to cheers and applause. Just in me socks, I was as stiff as I'd ever been in my life and the ladies were whopping with delight. Each lady delighted in taking a dick pic and sending it to female mates. Every woman on the estate could see me erect cock & bulging balls.

Still straddling me, Madge was passed a tape measure by Maggie and measured length and girth (to much mirth) and called out me vital stats to cheers. Then Chrissie, with slutty bright-red fingernails, got out her matching lipstick. As Madge pulled back the skin slowly and sexily, Chrissie, shouted, 'lipstick for his lipstick' & daubed it all over me juiced-up bellend to peals of laughter & delight.

Now putty in their hands, Madge became very encouraging urging me, 'Go on, lad, you enjoy it. Does it want to spit at us?' The laughter subsided as Madge and Maggie took it in turns to suck the life out of my cock, concentrating on the helmet, while I was forced to eat juicy pussy. Madge ordered: EAT BOY, OR WE'LL BE WEARING YOUR BOLLOCKS AS EARRINGS.' The ladies were working on me as Chrissie and Glenys tickled and caressed my full, aching balls and Denise & Frances enveloped my face with their luscious titties, which I began to play with.

While I was eating pussy, feeling tities, & having me balls tickled & teased, Madge sensed a spunk tsunami and stop sucking and took control of me throbbing cock with her hand, expert strokes slow then speeding up, the ladies cheered as, a heavy spunker, I sprayed me thick cum allover.

The ladies allowed me a breather but refused to give me my clothes back. Madge kept me thing as a trophy and put me dick pic in her growing photo album. After about 10 minutes, Madge said, 'We've given you the time of your life. Now it's payback.'

I was kept naked for much of the evening being made to lick each lady's cunt til they orgasmed over my mouth while jerking me off. I had been well-and-truly milked & balls practically emptied.

Around, 9.30pm, I was knackered & thinking about asking fer me kecks back, so I could get home to eat actual food. But, Madge's husband, Ken, stocky, mid-50s and silver fox walked into the living room after his shift at the factory. He wasn't at all surprised but said in semi-annoyance, 'For Heaven's sake, Mags...' But, before he could finish his sentence, the ladies had pounced and had him stripped naked on the floor in less than a minute and were working on his massive, thick erect cock. Madge, laughing, encouraged her friend Maggie, saying, 'Go on, girl, I know what me husband's got. You have a go at him. Your turn.'

Turning to me, Madge said, 'Right, Joe, lad, and took ownership of me sore cock again. The ladies cheered again as Ken & me were wanked into oblivion.

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to say hi if it appeals & you want to share fantasies or actual experiences. I envy guys who've been debagged by rampant (older) ladies.