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Bahan ki Chudai

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I am Babar meri age 24 years hai . Meri ek choti bahan hai Nazia aur mummi and Dad hai,mere dad businessman hai is vajah se vo aksar ghar se bahar rahate hai. Naziya ki age 18 years hai aur 12th kar chuki hai aur sirf ghar me ammi ka hath batati hai. Naziya ki figar jabardarst hai . Bilkul model ki tarah koi bhi use dekhe to chodne ka man kar de. Paint fad kar land bahar aa jaye. Ye bat kuch ek sal pahale ki hai jab main apne exam ki taiyari kar raha tha thand ka din tha aur naziya aur main ek kamre me sote the magar main mouka dekh kar kabhi kabhi usk boobs daba liya karta tha. Magar use chodne ka mera sapna adhura hi tha.


Papa ko business ke silsile se bahar jana tha magar unki tabiyat kuch tik nahi thi to ammi bhi abbu ke sath chali gayi. Wo do dino ke bad laut kar aane wale the

Christmas Leave

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C H R I S T M A S  L E A V E

A young GI’s train ride




This is a true story, only the names have been changed, to protect the privacy of those involved.   If you like it let me know -- uncledan_1@hotmail.com

copyright by the author  2004

To ‘Lisa’, if you chance to read this, thanks for the many memories.  I have enjoyed them greatly over the years and hope that you might have also.

I have thought about this trip many times but this is my first attempt to try to write it down.  The story turned out much longer than I had expected.  If you are impatient, skip to the observat
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ion car.  Also keep in mind, for those of you that didn’t have to go through life before the ‘pill’ that things were very different then.  Viva la time between 1960 and 1980, after the pill and before AIDS!!!




 ( Day 1 )


   In 1959 I was stationed in Ft Ord, California.  I was 22 years old, 6 feet tall and 185 lbs.  I guess that I had been told that I was a handsome lad, but it hadn’t gone to my head, yet.  At that point in my life I suppose that the best thing I had going for me was a mischievous grin.  

   I hadn’t been back home to see my parents since the previous Christmas, so around Thanksgiving I applied for a 10-day Christmas leave.  Luckily it was approved and I started to make arrangements for travel.  At that time airline travel, if available, was beyond the reach of an average GI.  I never much cared for traveling by bus so that left the train.  It would be quicker and just as reasonable.  Besides from previous trips I found I really enjoyed sitting in the observation car and watching the countryside slide by.  Little did I know how much scenery I was going to miss on this trip.

   When the time arrived I took a bus to Oakland and boarded the Union Pacific for the long ride across California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming and Nebraska.  I had packed a couple of books that I had been wanting to read and settled down for the trip.  In order to be eligible for a military discount ticket I was required to wear a ‘Dress Green’ uniform.  

   The train departed in the late afternoon, around 4 p.m., so it wasn’t long before the Porter came thru and announced that dinner was being served in the dining car.  I ate a light dinner and then wandered into the lounge car for a drink.

    The bar was quite small, L shaped and I believe about six or eight bar stools.  I had taken the end stool, up against the window.  Not being much of a drinker, I ordered a shot of Seagram 7 with a water back.  A trick I had learned in college was with this combination I could appear to be drinking while toying with the 7 and bending my elbow with the water.  Nobody seemed to notice, or at least they never said anything.

   Always a people watcher, I noticed a lady who had been in the dining car, as she entered the lounge car.  She appeared to be about 30 or so, a little older than I would normally take interest in  (Young and foolish that I was).  She was blond, about 5' 5", quite slim (Varga Girl if you remember), looking as if she had just double-checked to make sure that every thing was in the right place.  And it all seemed to be.  She was wearing a light gray ladies suit with a white high necked blouse, high heeled pumps and hose.  (Remember the days before panty hose?)  Her skirt was rather short for the time and tailored narrow accenting her figure.

   The lady approached the bar and seated herself, leaving one stool between us.  When the bartender arrived and asked her pleasure she ordered a Vodka and seven.

   When her drink arrived, she sampled it, sighed appreciatively and turned to me.

   “Enjoying the trip soldier?” she asked, smiling pleasantly.

   “Yes ma’am,” I replied, “trains have always fascinated me and I love to sit and watch the countryside stream by.”

   “Me too,” she said, “the motion of the cars and the sound of the wheels on the tracks are so relaxing.”

   “I’m headed to Chicago,” she said, “where are you bound?”

   “I’m going home to central Nebraska to see my parents for Christmas” I replied.

   We chatted for a while about things in general.  She had been born and raised on a farm in Iowa so we were both Midwestern farm kids.  She was just recently divorced and was going to stay with her sister for the holidays and then was headed back to California after the first of the year.  I told her that after college I still had no idea what I wanted in life so I had enlisted in the Army.

   After a few minutes she slid off her stool, displaying a very shapely calf and some nice thigh, and moved over to sit down next to me.  I was sure that she had noticed the attention I had given to the exposure of flesh but gave no indication that she knew or cared.

   When she sat closer, I became aware of the scent of her perfume, the same scent that the first girl I dated more than casually, always wore.  To this day that aroma brings back memories whenever I encounter it, a sweet and wistful nostalgia.

   After about ten minutes, Lisa suggested that we go to the observation car as a nearly full moon had risen.  She ordered another drink and I got a refill on my water.   I let her lead the way thru the cars and up the stairs to the observation deck, throughly enjoying the view of her slim waist and shapely hips.  Other than the moonlight the only illumination was small lights near the floor that lighted the aisle.  She led the way to a center seat and sat closest to the window.

   The moon shone brightly, casting a silvery romantic glow on everything as telegraph poles whizzed by in the night.  We discussed the pros and cons of growing up on a farm.  We talked about our activities in high school and college, finding that we had a number of common interests.

   Some comment struck us as funny and as she laughed she placed her hand on mine.  Without conscious thought I gently squeezed her hand and immediately became aware of her silky smooth skin.  She made no effort to remove her hand but instead continued to hold and discretely massage my fingers.  At that age any contact such as that stirred a sudden sexual response.  Trying to get more comfortable I shifted slightly to relieve the growing pressure, hoping that she wouldn’t notice.

   The conversation took a sudden turn in subject as she began to question me about the girls I had dated.

   “Are you currently involved with anyone?” she asked.

   “No,” I replied, “I still have some good friends at home, one girl that I write to and will probably go out with when I’m home, but no romantic involvement at the moment.”

   “Who was your favorite girl and why?” she queried.

   I hesitated, going over the girls I had known.

  “Oh come on,” she chided, “don’t be bashful.”

   Finally I replied, “I hope you won’t think badly of me, but I believe that my all time favorite is a cousin of mine that is two years older than I.”

   Her immediate response was to tighten her grip on my hand and say, “Not at all, my favorite person is also my cousin.”  “I’ve had a crush on him since I was 12 and he was 15.”

   We were both silent for a moment then she turned to me and asked, “Did you ever DO anything with her?”

   Again I hesitated, then thinking, ‘What the heck’, I said, “Yes.”

   “What?”, she urged.

   Figuring the cat was already out of the bag I replied, “We had oral sex.”

   “How old were you and did you do it more than once?” she asked.

   “I was 15 the first time and we did until she got married.” I said.

   “She’s your favorite because you had oral sex?” she asked.

   “Well, not just that, she was the one who taught me how and just knowing that has made my life way more interesting.”

   “How is that?” she pressed.

   “Well, especially in college, well you know how girls talk, anyway when the word got around that I was willing to do that, well I never had any shortage of dates, I mean the girls could still get off and didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”   The words just seemed to tumble out.

   She released my hand and my first thought was ‘Oh damn, I blew it, it’s all over now’.   However my fears faded as she looked at me and grinned, placing her hand on my crotch, grasping my hard cock.

   “If we could find a suitable place, would you like to demonstrate your expertise?”

   Completely taken aback I could only nod my assent.

   “Good,” she said, “now follow me, stop in the lounge car, pick up a large 7up to go and come into the next car.  I’ll be waiting there.”

   I stood up, stepping back to let her get up.  As she moved into the aisle she smiled, touched my crotch playfully and with a grin said, “Don’t let that get away.”

   I followed her down out of the observation car and into the lounge car.  She continued on past the bar and out the far door without looking back.  I stopped at the bar, got a large paper cup of 7up and continued on through the door she had used, still not sure what was really happening.

  When I opened the door to the next car, I found myself in a First Class Pullman car.  There she stood, about half way down the car, motioning me on.  As I approached, she turned, opened the door to a compartment and stepped inside, holding the door for me.  As I entered, she took the 7up, and without a word placed it on the small cabinet.  Then turning to face me encircled my neck with both arms and kissed me deeply, grinding her pelvis against my rigid dick.  I responded by pulling her close and probing her mouth with my tongue.  I circled her waist with my arms, placing a hand on each of her firm round buttocks, pulling her against me.  With one hand remaining on the back of my neck, her other hand snaked between us and began to undo the buttons on my uniform blouse.

   When the buttons were unfastened, she opened the jacket and pressed her full breasts against me.  The heat of her body penetrated my shirt.  As I moved to unbutton her jacket, she broke the kiss and backed away.

   “Hold on a second,” she said, “I have a notion that this may last a little while.  Do you have a bag where you were sitting?”

   “Yes,” I replied with some question in my voice, “there is a gym bag under the seat.”  

   “If you don’t mind, tell me where it is and I will go get it.  That will cause fewer questions than if you were to traipse back and forth.  Besides if I go get it now I won’t have to get dressed just to go for it.”

   I told her which car and what seat and described the bag and the tag that was on the bag.  I didn’t mention that it held my stash of condoms but knowing that she would be bringing them back gave some hope.  I might be glad they would be handy.
   As she opened the door to leave, she turned back to me.  With a smile she said, “Don’t be shy, kick off your shoes and at least loosen your tie.”  Without waiting for my response she closed the door and was gone.

   I stood there at least a full minute, probably with my mouth hanging open in amazement.  In all the times that I had ridden a train I had never been a First Class compartment.  There was a couch on one side and on the other a bed (bunk?) already made up and turned down.  A door opened into a small shower combined with a commode and a folding lavatory with a mirror,.

   I removed my uniform blouse, took off my necktie, unbuttoned my shirt sleeves and rolled them up. I sat on the couch and removed my shoes and socks.  I leaned back, exhaled deeply, hoping I hadn’t gotten in over my head.  About that time the door opened and she entered carrying my bag.  I rose to meet her.

   She grinned, saying, “It was probably best that I did go get this.”  “The porter looked at me rather quizzically but I just smiled at him and all he said was ‘Have a good evening ma’am’.”

   Lisa placed my bag on the floor, extended both hands, grasping mine and pulling me close saying “Now where were we before I so rudely interrupted?”.

   I stood back slightly, and with both hands unbuttoned her jacket.  She shrugged her shoulders and the jacket fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment as we resumed the kiss where we left off.  As our bodies pressed together I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest.  Lisa moved slightly and I sensed her hard nipples.  My hands went up her back searching for a bra strap.  Not finding one I moved my hand around and cupped her breast, exploring with my thumb and forefinger for a nipple.  I found it, hard as a little pebble.  When I massaged it she moaned quietly and pulled me closer, moving her pelvis in little circles against my reawakened manhood.

   Lisa removed one hand from the back of my neck and reached for my other ‘head’ which by now seemed to have more blood than my brain.  She laid her open palm against me, her fingertips cupping my balls and slowly drew upward pressing against me.

   Her small ‘Mmmm’ mingled with our kiss.  After a moment hesitation she reached for and mastered my military belt buckle followed by the button and zipper of my pants.  As they slithered down my legs I felt a smooth warm hand enter the fly of my military style boxers. She took a light hold on my cock, her palm facing me, three fingers extended downward to my balls and her thumb and little finger along each side of my engorged member.  The heel of her hand pressed my dick against my stomach as she began a slow easy massage.

  I wanted to return the favor and moved my hand toward her pelvic area, thinking I could get my hand into the waistband of the skirt.  I fumbled, finding the skirt too tight to get into I tried to unbutton it in the back but failed at that also.  She stepped away saying, “Let me help, see if you can keep up.”

   She turned her back, removed her blouse, reached back and unzipped her skirt.  With my eyes glued to what was transpiring I raced through removing my shirt, my GI boxer shorts and T-shirt.  When she unbuttoned her skirt, I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Lisa lowered the skirt in agonizing inches displaying a bit at a time an amazing pair of buttocks, matching little dimples on each cheek.  Pausing for effect just as she reached her thighs she then released the skirt and let it fall.  Her legs were just as gorgeous as I had imagined.  The seams in her hose were as straight as an arrow.  She undid her hose from the garterbelt and discarded the garterbelt.  She rolled her hose down her legs, bending forward from the waist as she did each one.  My position behind her allowed tantalizing glimpses of her pussy as she did.

   When she stood up after removing the last stocking I stepped up behind her, my cock laying upright in the crack of her ass.  I reached around and placed my hands on her breasts.  Firm and perky, her nipples seemed to drill into my palms.  I leaned down, nuzzled her hair aside, kissed her on the neck, holding her close to me.  She threw her head back against my shoulder.  I looked down and beheld the most perfect set of tits I had ever seen.  The quarter sized areolae were tipped with nipples standing straight and proud, the size and shape of gumdrops.  I traced a finger around each and felt her inhale.  I cupped my hands under them and let them rest in my palms, feeling the weight and texture.

   Lisa ground her hips seductively onto my dick then quickly turned to face me.  Tilting her head back she reached up and pulled me to her.  Our mouths met and we began a passionate probing kiss.  Her hands found my penis, drawing and squeezing.  I held her with one arm around her shoulders and reached between us with my other hand, searching out her pussy.  My fingers encountered her pubic hair, fine and sparse, and probed on, questing for her clit.  I touched the hood covered nubbin and she reacted as if to an electric shock.

   “Oh, yesss” she hissed, momentarily breaking our kiss.  We stood together, our hands gently exciting each other as our bodies swayed with the motion of the train.  Our kisses and actions grew more intense with each passing moment.  Our tongues probed and our hands explored.  My fingers slid downward spreading her moist labia, reaching for her hot and willing hole.  I inserted a finger and massaged front wall of her vagina as I pressed the heel of my hand against her clitoris.  Her hips began to thrust, trapping my cock against her pelvic bone and shoving my finger ever deeper into her cunt.

   A sudden motion of the train car broke our rhythm and caused us to step apart to catch our balance and breath.

    After a quick peck of a kiss she turned and stepped away to open her overnight case.  She extracted a small case resembling a makeup compact and something that resembled a tube of toothpaste.  ‘Somewhat strange,’ I thought, ‘but what the heck, why should I complain, so far this has been great.’

   As she turned back my eyes were drawn to her pubic area.  The hair on her pussy was almost invisible, pure blond and fine, the first really true blond I had ever seen.
   Looking at me she asked, “You like?”

   I replied, “Very much, all of it is great.”

   “Good,” she said, “Now lay down on the bed and I’ll be with you in a minute.”  With that she stepped into the shower area and closed the door.

   I did as I was told.  This lady seemed to be totally in charge, knowing exactly what she wanted and orchestrating it to happen in that way.  Quite a change from the girls I had known, who had some idea what was supposed to happen but were usually afraid to say what they really wanted.  The thought passed my mind that I sort of liked this.

   I had lain there thinking of this for only a couple of minutes when she reappeared.  She replaced the items in her case, came to the bed and lay down beside me.

   “Now we can get on with this,” she whispered, “no more interruptions.”

   Remembering the conversation that had led to this I figured that she was ready for me to demonstrate my ‘expertise’.  What I had learned from the college girls was ‘take it slow’.  I kissed Lisa lightly on the lips and then started the long trip.

   I kissed her chin, her jaw line and down to her neck.  Tenderly licking, sucking and kissing I made my way downward.  I laved and kissed her throat and the indentation where her collarbones met.  Lisa rolled on her back, pulling up and opening her knees.  I moved between them supporting myself on my knees.

   Placing my right hand on her left breast I pinched and twirled her nipple.  I returned to kiss her on the mouth then lowered my head and took her right nipple between my lips and sucked it in between my teeth.  Nibbling carefully I continued to work her left breast with my hand.  Withdrawing her nipple from my mouth, I ran my tongue across the underside of her right tit.  I bathed the entire breast with my tongue and finally ended up in the hollow just below her breastbone.  

   Lisa had placed her hands on my head and was tracing her fingertips from the top of my head to my neck and across my shoulders only to begin the circuit again.  Gently but firmly she urged me on, an occasional sigh or moan spurring my efforts.  

   I embarked on the trail to her navel, nipping and kissing my way.  Her abdomen convulsed in little spasms as I approached and circled this indentation.  Her hands on my shoulders coaxed me downward.

   I continued on my journey, my tongue creating little spirals as it twined downward.  When I reached the hair on her mound, I grasped a tuft between my lips and gave a faint tug.  Her hips rose from the bed.  I released the hair and let my tongue take a path that followed the outline of this blond patch around to the juncture of her legs and torso.  The aroma of her pussy beckoned me, but I wanted to make this as good as I possibly could.

   I flattened my tongue between her inner thigh muscles and grasping her calf raising her leg as I licked to her knee in one long stroke.  I kissed and sucked back toward her pussy and stopped just as I made contact with her outer lips.  Changing to her other leg I repeated the same scenario.  This time I stopped, hovering just over her open lips.  I puffed small jets of my hot breath on her pussy and was rewarded by a moan and pressure from her hands to the back of my head.

   I shoved both hands under her ass and moved her buttocks upward planting her pussy firmly against my mouth.  Extending my tongue, I delved into her willing snatch.  More pressure on the back of my head.  Her juices had already begun to flow and the taste and smell were heavenly.  I pushed and probed as deeply as I could and she began to slowly ride my face.

   My tongue seemed to take on a mind of its own, flicking here and tasting there, always on the move.  Moving up toward her clitoris, I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across the covering hood.  I could feel her clit start to swell and I used my tongue to raise the hood.  Feeling under the hood I touched her naked clit with the tip of my tongue.  She slammed her pelvis into my face while holding my head tight against her mound.  I maneuvered the hood with my tongue to uncover her clit and then sucked her little pearl between my lip-covered teeth.  Holding her ass with both hands and pressing my head down to maintain my grip, I began to minister to the point of her clit that protruded in, between my lips.

   Lisa moaned, her thighs flailing along side my head as her pelvis rose and fell on my face.  My tongue moved up and down, back and forth and in little circles, changing direction each time I thought that she might be approaching a climax.  My rod was like steel, deriving pleasure from knowing I was giving pleasure.

   “Oh, SHIT!” Lisa yelled, as her legs clamped tightly around my head and her body was racked with spasms.  I held tightly to her clit with my lips but let my tongue rest.  As her climax subsided and her body relaxed I loosened the hold on her clit and ran my tongue down her slit.  Thrusting into her cunt I tasted the profusion of her fluids.  I explored her labia, licking and sucking them into my mouth.  I entered her vagina, curling my tongue and trying to consume as much of her sweet nectar as I could find.

   My ego was not going to be satisfied with only having helped Lisa to one climax.  I began to lick and suck on her privates once more.  I had only just began when she lifted my head and broke the contact.

   Raising herself up on her elbows, she looked down at me and smiled.  My heart sank, thinking that I must have messed up someway.

   Lisa chuckled, I suppose at what must have been my expression of extreme chagrin.  My heart sank even further.
   She began to speak, “Don’t worry, you did very good.”  “Would you be offended if I would offer some hints that might make it even better?”

   Always being open to learn something new, especially about sex, I replied, “Not at all.”

   “Good,” she replied and reached back, retrieving a pillow.  Folding it in half, she raised her butt and placed the pillow under it.  “That will free your hands for better things.  Now do you know the alphabet?”

   “Alphabet?” I puzzled aloud.

   “Yes, you know ABC’s.”

   “Yes, of course, but...”

   “ Well.” she interjected, “just to add a little unexpected variety occasionally, use your tongue to write them on my clit.”  “Try it, I think we’ll both like it and it will let you use some new tongue muscles and let others rest.”

   Eager to get back to the sweet taste and smell of her pussy, I started over.  I began with the alphabet, finding it much easier to accomplish than I had imagined.  From deep in my memory emerged the old childhood rhyme, ‘ABCDEFG’ ‘HIJKLMNOP’.  Pausing between each verse I would revert, for a few moments, to my tried and true motions and then continue with the next verse of the rhyme.

   I inserted the index finger of my left hand into her vagina, seeking that soft spongy area on the front wall that always seemed to be more sensitive than others.  Finding what I sought, I curled my fingertip up and down.  Reaching up I gently applied pressure to her left nipple with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Pulling and rolling the nipple I caressed her breast with the remaining fingers.

   Lisa was responding more quickly this time.  I didn’t know whether this was from the effects of the new techniques or from the residual of the previous climax.  Lisa again placed her hands on my head, holding me firmly in place as I continued both my oral and manual attentions.

   As Lisa’s breathing quickened, I moved my right hand from her breast to her lower abdomen, pressing in gently on the area just above where her pubic hair began.  Once again her hips began to rise and fall and her thighs picked up an ever increasing cadence.

   “Yes, yes, YES, Oh God,” she cried as I continued, “I’m CUMMING, YES, YESSS.”

   My head was caught in the vise of her thighs.  I withdrew my finger from her cunt and with both hands removed her hands from my head and held them tightly as her body rocked to the conclusion of her climax.  
   When her thighs relaxed enough for me to extradite myself, I moved up in the bed and enfolded her in my arms.  I smothered her face with little kisses, her forehead, her eyelids, her nose and her cheeks.  Our mouths met and opened, our tongues probing and wrestling.  The taste and smell of her juices flowed from my mouth and face to hers, exciting us both.

   We lay together, reveling in our pleasure, arms entwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss.  My still turgid cock was pressed tightly between our bodies.  Occasionally she would rotate her lower torso slightly causing me to pulse against her.

   Lisa finally broke the kiss and pushed back, looking into my eyes she asked, “After you satisfied a girl at school what would happen?”

   “That all depended on the girl,” I replied, “sometimes they would give me a hand job, some liked to go down on me and some times nothing.  In that case I would go back to the dorm and masturbate.  Occasionally we would just snuggle.  I’ve even had to awaken some so they could get back in time to beat the 10 p.m. curfew at the women’s dorm.”

   “Would you let me watch while you masturbate?” she asked.

   “I suppose I could,” I replied, perhaps a little disappointed.

   “Great,” she said, “I really like to watch a man do that.”

   With that she got up from the bed, got a tube of what turned out to be a lubricant from her case and returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

   “Here, this will help some, just don’t cum.” she said. “Get really close and then let me know.”

   I sat up against the end of the bed, squeezed a small amount of the gel into my right hand and began to work it around the head and shaft of my penis.  I closed my eyes and began to slowly move my hand up and down my cock.  Knowing that she was watching made the situation even more erotic.  With my eyes closed the sound of the wheels of the train on the track came though and with the sway of the car became part of the beat.

   I opened my eyes to find Lisa sitting on the far end of the bed, her eyes riveted on my cock and both hands on her pussy.  She had spread her labia with two fingers of her left hand and the index finger of her right hand moving in tight furious little circles on her clit.

   I began to pound my rigid cock with renewed vigor, feeling my balls drawing up against the base of my prick.

   “Now, NOW!” I rasped.

   In a flash she lunged forward, grabbing my cock out of my hands and plunging her mouth over its head.  Her lips and tongue worked up and down my penis, one of her hands cupped my balls, kneading and squeezing.  Up on her knees now, her other hand was frantically thrusting into her cunt.

   “I’m cumming” I moaned.

   Lisa engulfed my cock and squeezed my balls.  Her body stiffened as I shot load after hot load down her throat and she reached yet another climax.  She rolled the head of my dick with the base of her tongue causing my whole body to shake.  The glans of my penis was so sensitive that any movement of her mouth caused me to writhe with pleasure bordering on pain.  As her own climax ebbed Lisa released her grip on my cock, letting my slackening member drop from her mouth.  She rose to kiss me full on the mouth, her tongue stabbing between my lips.  Her cum and mine now mingled, forming an exotic cocktail.

   We continued to kiss, enjoying the taste, smell and slickness of mixed cum on our faces.  We moved prone on the bed, our bodies pressed together, my still flaccid cock nestled next to her groin.  My mind raced, reviewing the pleasures, both given and received.  Sated, we relaxed into a state of euphoria.

   Lisa stretched lazily, raising her arms above her head, accentuating her firm breasts.  Stifling a yawn she said “That was really fantastic, you are a quick learner.”

   “When are you supposed to arrive at your destination?” she asked.

   “Some time after noon tomorrow,” I replied.

   “Would you like to stay the night, I would love the company and we could start in the morning where we left off.”

   Ecstatic, I readily agreed.  Visions of more of these delights filled my thoughts.

   Lisa turned her back and spooned against me.  Her butt fit perfectly against me.  I reached around and nestled a breast in one hand.

   I heard her say sleepily, “ ‘Nite, sweet dreams.”






( Day 2 )

   I awoke slowly, thinking I was having the greatest wet dream of my life.  I was lying on my back in a bed but the whole world seemed to be moving.  More importantly, someone was sucking my hard dick!  Not daring to open my eyes and stop the dream I could feel the mouth as if it were real.  A small hand held the base of my organ and I was aware of soft hair caressing my stomach.  

   Gradually it started to come back to me.  I had met a beautiful lady in the lounge car last night and had spent the night in her First Class compartment.

   The sex we had last night had been fantastic although it been was limited to oral sex and mutual masturbation.  

   I opened my eyes and beheld Lisa, kneeling by the bed, her head bobbing up and down.  I raised my arm and traced my finger down her naked backbone.

   The dream stopped.

   Lisa turned her head, letting my dick slip down against my stomach.

   Smiling she said, “Good morning sleepy head.”  “I couldn’t think of a better way to wake you.”  “Besides, I might have gotten vitamins before breakfast, you just woke too soon.”

   She stood up displaying all her naked glory, with not a hint of modesty she pirouetted like a three year old in a new dress.  The early morning sun streamed through the window highlighting her blond hair.  Her perfect breasts and sparse blond pubic patch competing for my attention.  If possible she was more pleasing to behold in the daylight than the night before.

   Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and twined her fingers through what hair I had on my chest.  I pulled her to me and kissed her.

   Sitting back she looked at me, “I’ve thought about this, and if we’re to make the most of this day, I had better get you fed.”  “Other than me, what would you like for breakfast?”

   “Bacon, eggs, toast and coffee, I suppose,” I replied.

   “Good, I’ll order it to be brought here,” she said, “that way you won’t be wandering around in First Class.”  “While you are eating I’ll go to the dining car and have my breakfast.”  “I hate not being able to have breakfast in bed with you, but you know how the railroad is about First Class fares.”
   Lisa got up, slipped on a pair of slacks and a blouse and then rang for the porter.  Soon there was a knock at the door.  Putting her finger to her lips, she motioned me into the lavatory.  As I slipped into the lavatory and closed the door, she opened the door of the compartment and gave the breakfast order to the porter.  We were to become quite accomplished at this little charade as the day continued.

   Before long there was knock at the door.  Back into the lavatory I went as the porter came in to raise the table and set the meal.

   As I sat down to eat Lisa gave a little striptease with her slacks and blouse and then slipped off into the shower.  By the time I had finished eating Lisa came out of the shower still drying off with a towel.

   “How was breakfast?” she asked.

   “Very good, thank you.”

    She quickly dressed in her slacks and blouse again.  If she owned panties or bra I never saw any evidence of them.  Slipping into a pair of shoes, she indicated the remains of my breakfast, “Time to get rid of all of this.”  She rang for the porter again.

   A knock and back into the shower with me.  This was getting ridiculous.  Listening from my little ‘hide out’ I heard her speaking to the porter.

   “Would you put the table down, please, I won’t be needing it.”  “And leave the bed, it’s fine just like it is.”

   After the porter left she opened the shower door.  “I’m going for breakfast now, take a shower and be ready when I get back.”  With that she reached up and kissed me, lingering just a bit, then turned and was out the door.

   I stripped out of my G.I. boxers, the only thing I had managed to get into so far, and headed for the shower.  Standing in the shower, with the warm water running over me, I thought back over the preceding night.  I began to slowly stroke my cock as it started to come alive from the memory of those events.  Just as I was starting to rise it came to me that I had better save it for later and continued with the shower.

   After the shower I toweled off, debating with myself as to whether I should get dressed or not.  Finally good sense won out and I lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over my naked body.  I was lying there, looking out the window, when Lisa slipped into the compartment.

   “Hey lazybones, come to me.” she said in a sultry voice.

   Not needing to be asked twice, I stood up and stepped to met her.  She reached for me and pulled me close.  Our mouths met urgently and her hands began removing her slacks and blouse.

   “Damn, I would never wear any clothes if I could get by with it,” she said as hers fell to the floor.  “Just one more thing.”

   She turned to her night case, removing the same items as the night before.  No longer able to contain my curiosity I asked, “What’s that?”

   “A diaphragm,” she replied, “haven’t you ever seen one?”

   I shook my head saying, “No, I know what they are but I’ve never seen one.”

   “Well, it’s about time, come here and watch this, it’s something you should know about.”

   With that she turned and entered the lavatory area, beckoning me to follow.  She sat on the tiny commode, unabashedly spreading her legs.  She showed me the diaphragm, which brought to mind a somewhat over-sized  rolled up condom, then proceeded to apply the spermicide.  She slid down, spreading her legs even farther and inserted it into her vagina.  

   “There,” she stated, “all set, let’s get started”

   She rose, taking me by the hand led me to the bed.  Lying down, she pulled me to her.

   “I hate the little thing,” she said, “but it sure beats condoms.”  She giggled, “I love the feeling of cum blasting into me and having it run down the crack of my ass.”

   I leaned over and ran my tongue around one of her perfect tits.  I took the nipple between my lips and caressed it with my tongue.  Her hand slipped down to my semi-erect cock.  Squeezing and teasing it was having the desired affect.  I lowered my hand to her pussy, seeking out her clit.  I slid my fingers down the slit, finding her already hot and wet.  I inserted a finger into her vagina, gathering the lubricating fluids I returned to play with her clit.

   The desire to taste her sweet honey was overpowering.   Turning in a way to allow her to maintain the hold on my dick I began to work my way downward.  As I reached the beginning of her pubic hair she pushed me to my back and rolled on top of me, spreading her legs to allow me access to her most private part.  She drew her knees up, planting herself firmly on my face, then placed her lips around the head of my cock.  As I ran my tongue up and down her labia, first teasing her clit and then plunging deep into her vagina, she took more and more of me into her mouth. We lay there in a comfortable ‘69', slowly arousing each other.  This lady was the master of oral, even as I tried to distract her with my tongue.

   Without warning Lisa released me and rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest.

   “I’ve been looking forward to this for hours.  Now, Fuck me!  I want your big cock inside me!”

   I moved between her legs, using one hand to locate myself at the entry of her glistening love tunnel.  I had begun to ease into her when she placed her heels against my buttocks and pulled me all the way into her in one motion.  Pausing for only a moment I began to move in and out, savoring the feel of the tight walls of her vagina holding me.  With the sensation increasing my strokes became more rapid.

   Lisa placed her hands against my chest, pressing back gently.  “Slow down a bit, we want this to last a while.”  “Would you like another little tip?”

   Wanting to enjoy this as much as possible and learn as much as I could while doing so I nodded.

   “This will take a little practice,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, “but I think that it may be well worth the effort.”

   “I’ll try.”  I said.

   “Well, it’s like this,” she explained, “when you feel like you are going to cum, you slow down a little.”  “Then think of a candle flame glowing in your prostate.”  “You know where that is, right?”

   Fascinated, I nodded.

   “Ok,” she continued, “now imagine that the only way you can keep that candle burning is for the oxygen to pass back up through your penis, like cumming in reverse.”  “Just concentrate on that air flow above everything else as you continue slow, easy strokes until things settle down a bit.”  She smiled at me, “Then you can start again.”  “Want to try it?”

   More anxious than ever to please this fantastic lady I readily agreed.

   Lisa pulled me to her, holding me and brought her mouth to mine in a impassioned kiss.  I returned the kiss and began to stroke in and out, more slowly than before but entering as far as I could each time.  Lisa encircled me with her arms, running her fingernails up and down my back.  Her legs were locked around my hips entreating me to continue by moving in concert with my thrusts.

   Try as I might, I couldn’t seem to keep the candle lit.  However the slowing down to try definitely helped.

   To this point in my life I had never had intercourse without a condom.  I was overwhelmed by the feeling of skin to skin contact.  Not only did it feel as if I was being caressed by a silk glove, this glove felt as if it had it had a hand in it.  The walls of Lisa’s vagina alternately applied and released pressure on me as I entered and withdrew.  The nerves rimming the head of my cock were hypersensitive as they rode against the ribbed lining of Lisa’s contracting cunt.

   I broke the kiss and set back to change the muscles I was using.  Lisa put her hands on her breasts and began to massage her nipples.  I brought her legs up against her hands, putting her pussy higher to allow deeper penetration.  In this position the tip of my glans would touch her diaphragm covered cervix at the end of each inbound stroke.  Each contact sent a surge of pleasure through my whole being.  Finally I paused, holding my cock against her cervix, striving to keep the candle going.

   “Oh! fuck me good,” Lisa moaned, “put that cock deep in me.”

   I began once more, using slow, easy, full length movement.  I looked down, and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy, pushing past her extended clit on each pass.  Her clit glistened from the moisture oozing past her swollen lips.  I reached down, wetting my thumb on her outer lips, applied pressure to her clit.  I massaged this little nub holding it between my thumb and penis.

   “Yes, play with me,” she whispered, “fuck my cunt, make me cum.”

   Lisa began to roll her head back and forth, her tongue flicking out between her lips.  Her hips surged against me in perfect unison.  My tempo increased, my balls slapping against her ass, as I slammed solidly into her.

   “Cum with me,” Lisa pleaded, “fuck me hard!”

   All restraint disappeared.  I released her legs and they wrapped over my buttocks adding force to my movements as she pulled me into her.  I leaned forward, my hands moving under her shoulders and raising them off the bed, holding her close to me.  Starting from deep within, my climax thundered upon me.

   When she came Lisa squealed, nothing intelligible, just pure passion.  Our bodies locked together, shuddering, as our climaxes continued.  We clung to each other, breathing deeply.  The smell of consummated sex filled the compartment.  Nothing I had known before had prepared me for this.

   When we began to return to reality she looked up at me, smiling broadly.

  “Damn,” she said, “I really love trains.”

   I grinned at her and replied “So do I, more so every day.”

   I moved to lay down beside her.  We rolled to face together, pulling ourselves close.  Showering kisses on one another, our fingers explored our partners bodies.   We basked in the afterglow of our mutual orgasm, immersed in the gentle sway of the railcar.  To me this was the ultimate in fulfillment, both my mind and body were completely sated and at ease.

   The train slowed, approaching a station.  We lay on the bed, not bothering to close the curtains, perhaps someone would notice.  Feigning sleep, we would occasionally giggle and snicker, thinking this was great fun.  To our knowledge no one noticed, but the thought was exciting.

   When the train began to move away from the station Lisa jumped up.

   “Watch this” she said.

   She moved quickly to stand naked in front of the window as the train picked up momentum sliding swiftly passed the remainder of the platform.

   “There’s a crossing just ahead, c’mon, let’s see if we can get some reaction,” she said gleefully.

   I hesitated momentarily and by the time I had stood up enough to see out the window I only caught a brief glimpse of a man, sitting in a car, doing a ‘double-take’.

   “I love doing that,” said Lisa, laughing, “ by the time they can recover their wits, we’re long gone and they probably haven’t the slightest idea what car we were in.”

   All I could do was shake my head in amazement.  This girl was astonishing, like no one I had met before, she seemed to be up for anything.  She apparently had no hint of modesty or shame.  She appeared to believe that if it didn’t hurt physically it was fair game.  I was learning fast and enjoying it immensely.

   We stood, side by side with our arms around each others waist, watching a rather desolate countryside whizz by the window.  After leaving the town behind, houses, barns and most every other sign of civilization dwindled to only a rare sighting.  The one exception was the water windmills that seemed to pop up every mile or so, usually accompanied by thirsty cattle.

   Lisa looked up at me and grinned.  “The most interesting thing I ever saw out here was a cowboy and his horse, up on a hill, both taking a leak.  I swear that it looked like he was bigger than the horse.  I even thought about jumping off the train and running up the hill.  It made me so horny I would have taken on whichever one I could have caught first.”

   I didn’t know if there was any truth in the story, but if not it certainly showed her unbounded imagination.  If it was true it displayed the depth of her fascination with all things sexual.

   Lisa turned and embraced me, pulling me close in an intimate hug.  I responded by tilting my head down and kissing her deeply.  Our tongues  parried and thrust like fencers foils.   I held her nude body close marveling in the feeling, enhanced by the sway of the railcar.  The kiss, the motion and the close warm body started to have a very apparent affect on me.  As they say, I began to rise to the occasion.

   Lisa spun away and jumped on the bed on all fours.  Looking over her shoulder she said, “Come on, stud.  I’m still thinking about that horse, see if you can help.”
   Maybe there was some truth in her story.  I was hard and ready, she was wet and ready.  Moisture was shining on the lips of her pussy as it peeked between her thighs.  I wasted no time leaping onto the bed and mounting my willing filly.

   On my knees, thrusting hard against her ass, I was ravishing her cunt.  This was not love making, as we had done before, but pure raw animal sex.  There was no kissing, no foreplay, just a wild coupling.  I drove hard into her wet pussy, burying my cock to the hilt with each stroke.  My hands grasped her waist, providing leverage to the power of my buttocks.  Lisa began to bow her back and buck like a mare in heat.  Her head swung from side to side, her teeth snapping at thin air.  This was truly a farm girl who at some point had witnessed the corresponding event in a pasture or corral.

   “Fuck,” grunted Lisa, “Oh fuck, Oh FUCK!”  “Bite me, make me cum!”

   I lay forward on her back and began nipping on her shoulders with my teeth.  I didn’t bite hard enough to do damage but it produced the desired result.  Lisa shoved back against me and began to shake violently as she came.  This was all that was required to send me over the edge.  I rammed into her once more and began my own orgasm.  As I spewed my jism into her, she collapsed and we fell sideways onto the bed, my cock still buried in her pussy.

   We lay quietly, temporarily exhausted.  Both of us were breathing deeply, catching our breath from the strenuous workout.  Cupped together, still coupled, we basked in the afterglow of our release.  I nuzzled her hair aside, delighting in the smell, and began planting kisses at the base of her skull and top of her spine.  She snuggled against me and reached back to caress my hips.

   “I’ve always wanted to try that” she said, shyly.  “I just had never found anyone I thought might be up to it.  When I was growing up on the farm I would get wet just watching our stallion servicing the mares.  Afterwards I would masturbate, thinking of that massive cock rubbing on my clit.”

   She turned towards me, letting my now flaccid member slip from her.  Showing the only vulnerably I ever saw in her, she looked at me with little girl eyes and asked, “Was I being bad?”

   I smiled at her and responded, “I don’t think so, I often had feelings like that watching our Herford bull with a cow.  I always marveled at the fact it seemed so natural for animals but that people seemed to think it was shameful for humans.”

   “I guess you’re right,” she replied with a giggle, “but it still always made me horny.”

   We both laughed.

   “Are you sure that you couldn’t just go on to Chicago with me?” she jested.  “Or maybe just to Omaha?”  “I could call my sister and tell her I missed the train.  We could get a cheap hotel and just fuck for days.”
   “Don’t tempt me,” I said, “but, knowing my mother, she would call my Company Commander trying to find out what had happened to me.”

   “I know,” she replied, “but doesn’t it sound like fun?”

   “Definitely more fun than family Christmas, however I do have to tell my cousin what has happened,” I said, “she’ll probably be jealous.”

   Lisa hugged me and said, “Just think of all of the fantasies we can have thinking about this trip.”  “Are you up for one more time,” she queried, “you know that time is running short?”

   This lady seems to live for sex, but youth is on my side and maybe just one more time.

   “I think that I will sure give it a try,” I replied, thinking that this woman really could fuck for days.

   “Oh,” she said, “this time you don’t have to do anything.”  “Just roll on you back and I’ll take care of everything.  Just relax and enjoy.”

   With that, she rolled me onto my back and headed for my cock.  Taking it into her mouth she began to nurse it back to health.  Before long I began to respond to her ministrations.  Little by little it sprang life, answering the call of her lips and tongue.  Her head bobbed up and down my shaft and her hand cupped and squeezed my balls.  She reached with her little finger and brought the nail across my anus.  My sphincter contracted and my penis pulsed.

   “You like, huh?”  She asked, releasing my now throbbing dick.  “I think we are both ready, don’t you?”

    All I could do was grin and nod my head.

   Lisa rose to her knees and put one leg over me, straddle my body and directly above my erect phallus.  When she spread her legs I could see our mingled juices seeping from her open vagina and running down her inner thighs.  She reached down and guided me into her waiting hole.  As she slowly settled onto me I spread my legs to allow her maximum penetration.  She came to rest with our pubic bones pressed tightly together.

   Lisa began to rock her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone as she forced the full length of my cock into her pussy.  I lay quietly, admiring her perfectly shaped breasts.  They shifted in response to her movements and the motion of the train.  Her hard nipples were like little beacons, beckoning to be caressed and fondled.  I reached up with both hands, held her breasts with the heels of my hands while rotating the nipples between thumb and forefinger.  The contrast between the flawlessly silky smooth skin of her breast and the rubbery feel of her nipples was fascinating.  She continued to rotate her pelvis, her head thrown back and her hands resting flat on my chest.  Aside from massaging her tits I did exactly as told and lay perfectly still.

   Lisa maintained a slow steady pace, drawing her clit back and forth across my pubic bone with each iteration.  My cock, fully seated against her cervix, was being pleasured by the rhythmic contractions of her cunt.  Without warning, she sat straight up and began to rapidly bounce up and down.  At the top of each repetition only the head of my dick remained embedded in her pussy.  She would once again descend, quickly engulfing me to the hilt.

   “I’m reeaaddyyy,” she proclaimed through clenched teeth, “cuummm with meee.”

   I responded by raising my hips from the bed just as she was coming down.  The force resulting from this send us both once more into the throes of orgasm.  Lisa collapse forward onto me.

   “Oh God!” she exclaimed.  “What a ride!”

   We lay together, sated and blissful until she roused me.  “You had better take a quick shower if you are going to be decent when you get off the train.”  “We wouldn’t want your mother to think that you had been involved in an orgy.”

   I stepped into the shower and made quick work of making myself presentable.  I knew that time was short and I wanted to enjoy what remaining moments I could with Lisa.

   When I stepped out of the shower, Lisa said, “Drop that towel and turn around slowly so I can fix you in my memory.”  “I’m sure this will be one ride I’ll remember for a long time.”

   “My sentiments exactly,” I replied, “I didn’t know that learning could be so much fun.”

   “You had better get into that uniform, you know that you haven’t been dressed in two days.”  “How does it feel to be a budding nudist?”

   “Not bad,” I responded, “actually very good, I think I could grow to like it very much.”  I hurried to get my uniform in place.  It seemed a little unusual to be standing there fully clothed next to a naked lady.

   The train began to slow, approaching my station.  Lisa grabbed me in a tight hug, reaching up to give me a passionate kiss.  “I’m really going to miss you on the rest of this trip.”

   I responded, “I know that there are going to be a number of family member that are going to wonder what all my smiles are about during the holidays.”  “At least both of us will know.”

   “Now hurry, get your butt out of here before I decide to hold you captive.”  Lisa turned and opened the door to the compartment and took a quick look up and down the corridor.  Taking me by the hand she gave me a quick peck and propelled me into the corridor, handing me my gym bag as she closed the door after me.

   I made my way down the corridor and into the lounge car just as the train came to a stop.  I passed through the lounge and detrained at the far end.  My parents were waiting on the platform.  Mom gave me a hug and Dad, being his normal self, asked if I had been staying out of trouble.

   As the train began to move, we turned to collect my duffle bag from the baggage room.  The cars passed, one by one, picking up speed.  I glanced up, now it was my turn to do a double take.  There was Lisa, wearing nothing more than a wicked smile, standing in the window of her compartment.

   Mom asked, “How was your trip?”

   I replied with what was probably the understatement of my life, “OK I guess, lots of miles of open country.”  I wasn’t about to let on that I had seen very little of it.

   It was only at that point that I remembered that neither Lisa nor I had any idea how to contact the other one.  Something I regret to this day.


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I masturbated, he watched, then we fucked.

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I was in my bedroom totally naked and consumed by a powerful sexual drive and I was masturbating, jumping about and forcing a dildo into me as I pushed myself harder and harder toward orgasm. I rolled about over my bed pushing my legs up wide and high then spreading them to get my cunt as exposed as I could. I pushed my fingers into my widened hole and rubbed them about squeezing and flicking my clit and then rubbing my hand in circular pattens over it to get it really excited. My juices were running down my legs I was so aroused. I had lubed my cunt because I knew I was going to get really physical with it and drove my fingers and almost achieved f

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isting myself. I had all fingers in me and almost my fist but it just got too hard and very uncomfortable so I replaced my fingers with my dildo and drove myself toward a mighty orgasm. I got off the bed and stood at the window imagining that the whole world was watching me with my dildo planted inside me and I was rubbing my nipples and my clit at the same time. I was so out of control my head was rolling about with the highly erotic sensation I had worked myself up to an almost out of control situation. I wished I had the biggest cock inside me splitting me in half. My brain was imagining a cock the size of a horse being pushed up deeply inside me until I could take no more. I was imagining this cock flooding my insides with hot steamy horse semen. The juices were now flooding out of me with the erotic state I was in. Every now and again I would cover my fingers in the sticky goo that was now soaking my inside legs and vulva and suck my fingers dry and then return to do it again and again. I was almost drinking my own juice it was flowing out of me so copiously.

What I hadn’t realised was that it wasn’t the world watching but the guy in the apartment across he road was watching me and the sight of me had driven him to emulating me and he had stripped off and was masturbating furiously and in the time he had been watching me had cum twice and shot his semen wherever it fell after being expelled from his penis.

I eventually came and my legs went to jelly I had to lie on the bed. My cunt became so sensitive with all the rubbing and stuffing of my fingers and dildo inside me. The spasm of my orgasm raced right through my body. My nipples were sore, and so was my clit as all three had taken a pounding from being pulled and pinched and stuffed by my fingers and dildo. I was completely exhausted and had achieved a state of euphoria I had not often achieved either masturbating or having actual sex.

I guess I had been lying there for about 4 or 5 minutes as my heart was racing and I was out of breath with the exertion of my sexual arousal. Then the phone rang beside my bed. I reached over and answered it and as I did this male voice said I thoroughly enjoyed your performance. I was wondering if you noticed mine. I asked who this was and he said look out your window and as I did I saw him across the way standing naked at the window masturbating. I had seen him on the street and in the nearby Deli and we had acknowledged each other but had said only a few words to each other being neighbourly social.

He asked should I come over there or would you like to visit me. I asked how he knew my name and got my number - he said your security access has your name on it and the address was easy.

I said he had taken me by surprise but I liked what I was seeing and perhaps he should come over to me as I would not have to dress to make the trip.

He arrived and buzzed and I was standing there waiting for him completely naked. I let him in and he was at my door in seconds and as soon as he rang I let him in grabbed him and kissed him hard and furiously. I didn’t even know his name. As I was kissing he was undressing himself, not that he had much on, shorts and a T shirt and pretty soon we were both naked and on my bed and still I had not stopped kissing him, just leading him by my mouth to my bed.

I lay back and he mounted me immediately and began to really do me hard and fast. He just shoved his cock into me and began pounding me, nothing seductive just hard on sex. I could feel his cock ramming deep and hard to the base of his shaft. He was extremely physical with me and my cunt was enjoying every moment. As I said I had lubed myself earlier and that with my cunt juices had my cunt as full of juice as a swimming pool.

He still hadn’t said a word, he was kissing my nipples and biting them till I had to let out a small scream of pain and he laid off for a bit. His first word was sorry. I love being bitten to that point where I cant stand it any more.  For a guy who had never met me he certainly knew how to pleasure me.

His next words were are you on the pill and I nodded as I was so close to cumming it didn’t matter and then I let go with a monumental orgasm and gave him the ride of his life and the best fuck I had had for ages. He kept me going for what seemed like two or three minutes as I believed I came twice but it was really one super long orgasm which actually only lasted about 40 or 50 seconds but it felt like ages as my cunt was so tender.

He then came himself and he grunted each time he spurted a cock full of his hot steamy cum into me. By the time he filled me with his semen I was like a pond of sex juice. He continued to moaned and groaned as he pumped his cock backwards and forwards ejaculating the last of his male semen into me and I guess he gave me as much as I had ever had before. It seemed like ages as he screwed his face up each time he spurted his hot and steamy cum deep inside me. I loved it.

He rolled off me and lay beside me – the two of us absolutely covered in sweat and gasping for breath. My cunt began to leak the mixture of my juice and his cum immediately, as I must have had a bucket full of it inside me.

We must have lain there for a couple of minutes before he said do you have a name other than sexpot. I laughed and said Sue and I said who was it that just impregnated me with a horse – he looked stunned for a moment and then realised I was joking and told me his name was Jack.

Ok I said I have just changed my name to Jill so Jack and Jill can go up the hill together and fuck all the way down again.

We showered together and he gave me a doggy under the shower and I had to clean that out as well. Just as well I have a hand held shower head and I can get it right up into my vagina.  I know its not healthy but I really needed a good clean out to make way for what he had in mind after we had showered.

We spent the night together fucking and sucking each other till we were completely exhausted. Just as well it was Friday night and we didn’t have to work Saturday.

We showered again, changed the cum stained sheets and got back to fucking ourselves silly. I have no idea how often we fucked each other in as many positions as we could achieve. that night and the next day. I must have drunk at least a pint of cum if that is possible.

By we decided to eat something other than each other, and we went out for dinner. We came back to my place but after a meal and wine we just lay in each others arms and slept. Sunday was another day of sex, nothing too physical, but long slow and wonderful.

I don’t know how long it will last but the two of us are like rabbits and we fuck every night now and eat later. My guess is that in a week I have had more cock and cum inside me than I have ever had in my life before. He only goes home to get dressed to go to work. The rest of the time we are naked and shagging ourselves silly and loving it.

Kalla: Ch. 2

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I've decided that this is more along the lines of the fantasy genre than anything else but since there is no such title listed, I'll post the rest of this series in the general category of 'Erotic Stories'. This is a work in progress so it does take time to write, edit, and post each chapter between school, work, and social events.

Chapter 2

The hardest thing for me when I was young was knowing what to call the Princess. Everybody including the King and Queen told me to refer to her as Princess but the Princess, my

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master, forced me to call to her Dakota. I was punished repeatedly almost every day for mixing the two up until finally, after Dakota witnessed one of my punishments, an extremely violent temper tantrum convinced the King and Queen to have me refer her as Dakota. Still though, as I think, in hearing her referred to as one and calling her another, my unspoken mind does interchange the two titles very easily.

I brought Dakota’s breakfast to her bed and headed for her personal washroom to prepare a bath. Mother always tried telling me that I was becoming too royal. She said that I took the conveniences of the palace for granted one day when I began complaining about the inconsistency of the running water. Very rarely did it stop, but it did on one particular day when I wasn’t in the greatest of moods. Mother sat me down and lectured me for at least an hour on how only the richest of people in the world can afford such a convenience; I as a commoner should complain about nothing that is given to me in a royal palace. She continued lecturing that her, father, and I were even so blessed to have our own personal water heater, something the other servants had to share.

As I shut the three faucets off from filling the large ceramic bowl, Dakota walked in wearing nothing.

"Are you taking a bath with me today? Your hair is clumpy, you haven’t yet bathed."

"I woke up late, I’m sorry."

"Who treated you wrong for it?" she asked, perceptive that whenever I did something incorrect, the other servants always shunned me; as a girl at my rank in the palace, I should be capable of no wrong, they apparently believed.

"Nobody," I had lied. Everybody had always punished me for my faults, everybody except my own master. They knew that if they would copy my faults, they would be punished harshly yet they had never seen me punished for something of my fault without my master defending me or blaming one of them to save me.

Dakota knew that I would never tell her if someone had wronged me unless I felt it undeserved. She recognized that it would only lead me to more misery if she sought out the perpetrator and reprimanded them, that I would be shunned and avoided by the very people that I relied on to achieve my job.

The Princess had once fought with the King and Queen to relinquish me of my career and grant me a free life in the royal palace as her friend, but the King refused saying that I would become spoilt and lead her astray. As a servant, I would maintain my sense of responsibility and lead as a fine role model for a Princess. I personally was happier as her servant. As a freeloading friend, I would serve no purpose and would always feel out of place.

As a servant, I was paid, received the benefits of being the Princess’s best friend, and lived with purpose and the constant protection of my master. With Dakota as my master, she could protect me from the King and Queen more so than if I were merely at the mercy of their grace as a general friend of the Princess. I did little to no work as it was anyways. I did keep track of Dakota’s entire life and plan every event of every day, but that was all willingly.

Beside such remedial knowledge I already held, I met her with breakfast every morning out of tradition more than anything. I don’t think Dakota would trust anyone else seeing her wake in the morning. Around her I felt like a best friend and older sister, in her general proximity, I felt like her manager, and only with the other servants or mother and father, I felt like her servant. The sentries though, they treated me as either her friend or manager; that’s the way they always saw me treated by her and so they treated me as such with no need of envy or jealously.

The sound from the stream of liquid being squeezed from Dakota’s vagina into the chamber pot interrupted my thought. I looked over at the now fourteen year old Princess using the bathroom in the nude. She looked back at me.

"Take your clothes off, you’re bathing with me, this is a very important day and I need you more than anything; you have to be comfortable and presentable."

"They’re expecting fifteen thousand people at your swearing in today; maybe we can find us some good looking boys."

"Haha," she shrugged, "the council won’t let any boys near me since the attempted usurp. They say that anybody who shows an interest in me is a threat to the empire."

I didn’t mean for her bring the attempted usurp up. I looked away. I think that she noticed my discomfort.

"You never wake up late; did you have a really good dream this morning?"

I never did wake up late. Neither did I have near the amount of fantastic dreams I often found Dakota in with the rising sun. The dream for me this morning was all but fantastic. I think it showed why the attempted usurp affected me more than it did the Princess.

I was with father in my dream, as was it that distraught day. We were accompanying the King on a political venture. It was mid-day when we heard a trumpet’s horn. It was what they used to coordinate the attack. At the sound, the sentries surrounded us all and began pushing us into a near building.

That’s when the arrows came, so many arrows, from all around us. Men in dark green clothes flooded our street from the alleys. My father, one of the King’s highest sentries, told me to run away, get as far away from anybody that I remembered seeing that day. I listened and obeyed; whether father or the King’s personal sentry, he’s not someone to disobey. I ran from him, the sentry’s, anybody that I recognized; the only people that I recognized were the people who worked for the King.

I didn’t want to run too far so I stopped and looked back. Father saw me but ignored me, he acted like I didn’t exist; he just protected the King. That was the last time he looked at me, even though I was in his line of sight. He didn’t look to make sure that I was safe, even though he knew I was standing right there. Even when father was on the ground but still moving, he looked the other way; he knew I was watching, all he had to do was look at me and I would yell out and run to him to comfort him, anything, I knew he was going to die but he ignored me so I did nothing. The men in green attacking with swords fought long and many died, but they were too many. They killed everybody near the King.

The men searched about. They looked at me for a second and then at some more of the few other commoners looking at the dead. I waited in that town for two days before over a thousand soldiers showed up; they imprisoned everybody and burned the entire village down. Such was the punishment for not being ever vigilant to protect the empire. Mother held priority to search the dead. Every male and female below the age of twenty was to be displayed to her. She was worried that they might mistake me for a boy; if I survived and changed my appearance to assimilate, they would not know what to look for. She fell to her knees when she saw me in the line and cried.

I woke up then to mother shaking me half to death. I saw father die before me. Dakota was at the Royal Palace when she was escorted into her room and put under surveillance at all hours until it was deemed safe. It was not long before she figured out why she was being guarded so, and she began demanding to see the King and Queen. She received no answer. She demanded to see me. She received no answer. Then she remembered that I was with father and father was with the King. For one day she laid on her bed crying under four sentries’ eyes.

Mother was sent to her. Mother could barely speak but had too. She was with the Queen when they were bombarded with arrows. The Queen was struck with two. The swordsmen came but lost. Many of the villagers fought with the sentries there. After mother told Dakota, she preferred the sentries’ silence.

Dakota never saw a thing, only heard. She only witnessed the Queen asleep in a casket. The sentries and council treated her like royalty. They questioned me like a criminal. Where did they take the body? What did they do to it? How did he die? Who fought the hardest to protect him? Why didn’t they kill you?

Three quarters in the year would be the time between the end of one King and the new Queen, 278 days. On her fourteenth birthday. She would be fit then. No reason for reaching to less immediate family. Everybody was a suspect in the attempted usurp. The council themselves where suspects and would have been investigated more but they readily agreed to relinquish their total power over the empire to the Princess in so reasonable amount of time. Though, even with giving her the power over the entire kingdom, they tried as hard as possible to influence her. Since the death of the King and Queen, Dakota has met nobody new and everybody she did already know was extensively investigated.

When I came back into reality, Dakota was stepping into the hot soapy water.

"Back from daydreaming I see."

Dakota had come to live with those terms. She respected me and sometimes found it fascinating that at the strangest of times, I would go off into tangents and leave my waking reality for another one. She had said once that I was the opposite of her in that way, I dreamed in my waking and her in her sleeping. I didn’t bother to try to explain that what I think about while awake is quite different than what she does in her sleep. I followed her comment with removing my clothes.

Unlike the bathtub in the washroom between mother’s bedroom and mine, Dakota’s is one fit for a Princess. It easily fit Dakota and I with much room to spare, though in its downsizing, we were just two teenage girls.

"You know when I woke up earlier with your finger in me," she worded almost as a peculiar question, "I would have given almost anything for you to have been a boy and you just kiss me when I opened my eyes."

"Well, if I was a boy, I don’t think I would kiss you anyways because I don’t really like girls that way," I stupidly replied.

"Oh, you can make me cry in pleasure but you can’t even kiss me?" she responded sarcastically.

"Kissing has emotions in it, touching is just fun." We both knew that, we had touched each other a lot, experimenting all the time. I was suppose to know everything and teach her it all, but a lot of the time, I learned stuff from her and from what she did to me by just playing.

"You better wash that hair really nice," Dakota began setting me up, "you’ll be right next to me all day, even while I’m being crowned. Bring your head back to me and I’ll wash it."

The last sentence signaled me to question her intentions, but I was willing. I scooted between her legs with my butt locked between her ankles and leaned back dipping my hair into the water; I used my elbows for support. All I could do was stare up past the tiny bulging breasts and into the Princess’s face.

Diligently, she ran the soapy water through my hair. She got it as clean as she decided upon and quickly moved her free hands to my nipples. A quick gasp mixed with an audible moan escaped my mouth.

"So, you really think that mine will be this big one day."

"My breasts aren’t that big."

"I know, but there a lot bigger than mine and I don’t really want those big ones other woman have; yours are just perfect." Her cupping hands moved back and forth over my breasts.

Before I could thank her for the compliment, she let free my breast by tensing her fingers backward and began encircling my nipples with her tightened palms. I responded by rolling my eyes into the back of my head. She continued the gentle caressing for a while longer before she told me to sit up and scoot back to her. I obeyed with curiosity in what she was planning next. Before I could finish pulling back, she showed me the answer by cupping my vagina in her palm.

"I don’t know how you made this morning so intense but I want to try and show you what I felt."

"Good luck, I don’t even know how I did it."

At the direct end of that sentence, I felt her index finger drive its way into my vagina. The surprise of it gave me more pleasure then I thought it would. He little finger found its way to rest at the bottom of my vagina with her knuckles holding at a mere inch from my butt hole.

Slowly, with her entire finger in me, she raised it up my slit, gently pressing my vaginal tube to the side like a wave running against my body. She stopped when the finger pressed against the top, the little padding at the joining of her finger to her palm rested against my clitoris. Then I felt it pull out and up slowly as so her entire finger’s length rubbed against my pleasure nub.

"I bet that you can’t make me cum without sticking your finger inside of me."

"I’ve done it before a long time ago, I know I can do it again."

"Prove it, let’s see how good the new Queen is at carrying out old ways."

That got her hyped. Dakota loved when I challenged her; so did I. Her mind would move to new heights to spite me and my mind would be blown away with her creativity. I figured that if she wanted to come close to matching what I did to her this morning, she would have to try something new.

Not since we first experienced the pleasures of sticking fingers inside of ourselves, did we find masturbating so easy without such. I sat still with Dakota’s finger rubbing up and down the skin of my slit as she sat behind me deep in thought.

I figured that she would play on her cumming. Either one of us seeing the other experience so much pleasure and oozing our cum onto her bed sheets would always double or triple the pleasure for the one watching. This played into the hand that masturbated the other as well, feeling another’s orgasm was simply incredible. Would she rub me as she made me finger her to her peak and hope that that would be enough?

"Turn around, I got something really good and new."

I pushed myself away from her grip and turned. Dakota pushed one of her small legs under one of mine and scooted the other over my other. She slowly pulled me closer to her. It was a weird position. Was she going to kiss me maybe? I didn’t understand until my vagina spiked in sensitivity as it smooshed itself against her pulsing hot vagina.

"Now we rub together."

Wow, feeling my vagina touch another was so taboo, so wrong but good. If mother had only knew that her seventeen year old daughter was pressing her shaven vaginal lips to the fourteen year old Princess’s, I don’t know, but it felt so good.

Dakota began pushing up and down, left to right, just trying to find what felt best. My bulge was flaming. I stared down at the small naked body of the Princess gyrating her hips into my slit. She was staring down at my vagina with her lower teeth clamping her top lip as she moaned slightly. She worked so intently at trying to get me off. The sheer devotion she showed to me and my vaginal canal was amazingly pleasurable.

My orgasm was building up fast. Dakota’s moaning almost sounded like crying as she worked so hard on me. Her moaning grew with my pleasure. She was about to explode on me.

"Ooooooooh," Dakota groaned as she jammed her hips into mine. With our two vaginas squeezed together, I could feel the little muscles inside of her shivering. She won. As her girl cum pulsed out of her vagina over my slit, I exploded with no control. Her cum was going slightly inside of me as her lips pressed mine apart. I bucked into her as I spasmed my own cum out into her slit. Dakota could not control her moaning.

I grabbed the Princess and pulled her into my arms and hugged her for leverage; she returned with equal pressure on my back with her arms. Our hips pounded and vibrated into each other as our cum smeared together between. Dakota was settling down but was determined not to leave that as the finale.

She pushed me back and we unraveled our legs. My body was a ragdoll to her power as I still floated down gently from my orgasm. My neck came to rest on the curling edge of the tub. Dakota sat on top of my body and began grinding her overly lubricated reproductive organ into mine.

"If this turns out to be as good as I think it will be, you going to have to try it on me sometime." Dakota pushed and humped into me. She was clearly going crazy with enjoyment. Up and down she slid her tiny heated slit into mine. She began jutting and moaning again.

"I already won," she gasped out catching a breath, "so this," another breath, "doesn’t count."

She stuck her arm back behind her and I felt her stab her index finger into my canal. She had also pushed her thumb into her own body and search out the source of her girl cum. Her juices traveled down her thumb and journeyed over her index finger deep into my vagina. I could feel the steaming cum originating from deep inside her vagina ooze far into my body, dripping from her occupying finger. Her boiling liquid stimulated my organ deeper than I thought possible and I lost all control.

My muscles clamped and sucked at Dakota’s finger. My own cum splashed into hers and our two juices were meshed into one between my hot pounding vaginal walls.

Her pounding chest fell onto my body and she pressed the side of her head into mine while she gasped for air, speechless. I held no different in the ecstasy of the situation.

Continued...

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The Meeting Part 5

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I awaken to my body being kissed; lots of little kisses which make me stretch and sigh. The kisses pause for a moment and then resume. This time a little licking is involved as the mouth explores my body. It’s not you that is doing it, too soft, not quite sure of what I like and is listening to my responses as it continues tasting me.



As my body awakens, my pussy becoming damp as the

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Mother's taboo intimate interest in her family-friendly debauchery leads the whole clan into a classic incestuous affair for decades. At first, her family's values were, do as mommy says.Everyone did as they were told gladly. The relentless mom started early on to "train" father, sis, and son to comply or get punished. Father had a penchant for his fetishes of his wifes lingerie. She encouraged

Raising the roof

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RAISING THE ROOF

In nothing but my robe I dip my foot in the bubbling jacuzzi to check the temp... Ding dong! Oh no who's that I curse under my breath, I leave the pool room and answer the door, oh my I gasp and there's this drop dead gorgeous guy standing there with his ladder under his arm, hi I'm Charlie he says, I've come to do the roof above the pool, it that right he looks down at his job sheet, oh oh yes sorry I'd forgot it was today giving my sexiest smile, but no response from him at all, a woman can normally tell if he fancies you back, oh but no sign at all:( i then show him round the back hoping my robe would slightly come apart and catch his eye, but oh no it won't budge done it up to tight!



I leave him erecting ( I wish! ) his ladder and go back in the pool room,

A Hot taxi hookup

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This is the Hook-up

I am an Indian girl in USA, working, single. one day my friend called me and said she is in the same city as I am and we planned to meet.
I need to go meet a friend, I can't drive. So, I called for the Taxi.
Taxi arrived and I told him I need to go to this restaurant showing him the address as I don't know where it is.
He looked at the address and said 30 minutes madam.
"He is very handsome, lively and smiling - triggered something in me"
I sat in the back seat, he started Driving.
I Know he can see me from the mirror
he is so hot that I can't stop thinking about him.
We have arrived at the place and he asked me, if I would need a ride back.
I said yes- I would need a ride for sure.
I am taking money out - he said
'I will wait for you, we can settle that

The Butterfly Club

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 I’d heard about the Butterfly Club for quite a few years.  A very exclusive club, it was.  Very secret location, very secret membership, and the things that happened there were especially secret.  But there were rumors.  Enticing rumors.  Exciting rumors.  Rumors that no sexual act, however deviant or kinky, was forbidden.  I wanted to see

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for myself, but no one I knew had more information than I did.  Some people doubted that it really existed.  

I got a break one day when my buddy Rex took me aside.  “Hey, you keep asking about the Butterfly Club.  I may have some info for you.  Seems Kim – you know, the redhead in the office next door – might know something about it, maybe even be a member.  Dunno whether it’s true, but you might want to give her a buzz.”

Yeah, I knew Kim.  Luscious little morsel.  Redhead, about five-one, probably less than a hundred pounds, tits in the 32-range and stuck straight out, very trim and tight.  Not quite centerfold material, but very attractive nonetheless with a nice personality.  I’d noticed her many times.  But up ‘til a few weeks ago I was involved in a sorta-permanent relationship.  It fell apart and actually I hadn’t had a date since.  I decided to go for it. 

I caught her coming in from lunch one day, chatted a while, and asked her out for Saturday night.  “Sure,” she answered.  “I was going to visit my sister this weekend, but we can rearrange that.  I’d love to.”  It was a good date.  She turned out to be a very sweet and interesting person and we found several areas of strong mutual interest.  We went out the next two weekends and enjoyed a bedtime session after the last.  She was just as lovely and interesting in bed.

The next morning at breakfast I asked her if she had ever heard of the Butterfly Club.  She hesitated a moment, then replied, “Yeah, maybe.  Are you a member?”  

“No,” I told her, “someone said that maybe you are.”

She looked at me strangely.  “Did you ask me out just to get into the Butterfly Club?”

Busted, sorta.  “Kim, probably I would have.  I don’t deny that.  But I’ve been watching you for several months now, involved in another relationship and wishing I could date you.  That one’s over now, and I jumped at the chance to ask you out when I could.”  It was mostly true. 

She was still doubtful.  “Rick, it’s a really private thing.  It might not be the sort of thing that you’d like.  Lots of…really unusual stuff…happens there.  And I’m not sure I know you well enough to take you.”

Gotta admit, the girl was dead honest.  I was wishing that I could be that honest.  “Kim, I really do like you.  I realize that we haven’t known each other long, and you’ll just have to make up your own mind whether I’m trustworthy.  But I’d still like to go there with you.”

We really did like each other; that much was evident.  And I believe that was what swayed her.  She decided to trust that I was not connected with the law or planning to blab the club’s secrets around town.  We made a date to go the following Friday night.

I was already getting hard before I even picked her up, just from the anticipation.  Nobody had been able to tell me much about it, and Kim wouldn’t.  “You’ll just have to see for yourself,” she told me.  But the little that I had heard had me squirming already.  I knew that Kim noticed my erection, but she didn’t mention it.  

It was not impressive on the outside.  Situated in an old warehouse in a part of town that was not the best, it gave no hint of the delights inside.  We entered into a small office that looked at home in that shabby building.  But the next door revealed a large lobby that would have done credit to a fine hotel, with no resemblance to the scene outside.  Deep plush carpet, quality furniture, lovely chandelier, it all amazed me.  A number of couples were socializing here, still fully dressed, and several singles were evident as well.  I found out later that single members were as welcome as couples.  As we registered, I was very self-conscious of my prominent boner, but either the receptionist didn’t notice or she was accustomed to seeing male guests with erections.  The men’s and ladies’ dressing rooms (should I say undressing rooms?) opened off opposite sides and Kim and I kissed briefly before going off to prepare for the evening.

When I reached the dressing room my suspicions were confirmed.  Almost every guy was already sporting an erection and in some cases the men were pumping gently.  There were no rules about dress and a few preferred to wear a thong or other garment, but Kim and I had agreed to be naked from the start tonight.  By this time I was rather proud of the hardon pointing at my navel, and it responded with its first drop of pre-cum.  I couldn’t resist skimming it off and tasting it, a little erotic habit of mine.  Delicate taste, a bit sweet and salty as usual. 

The other door of the dressing room opened into a common area for entrance into the main room.  Here couples met to begin their night of frolic.  Looking around, I noticed excitement in every face, arousal in every body.  As each couple met to go out, they kissed, often quite passionately, and I noted more than a little genital touching, titty-squeezing, and other pre-sexual activity.  One couple in particular seemed almost ready to use the floor right there, but controlled themselves and went through the door.

I waited only a minute or so for Kim, but I was not prepared for the lovely vision that walked toward me.  Her hair was now in a ponytail, making her look like a sweet young schoolgirl, complete with a pretty schoolgirl smile.  I knew her body was lovely, but this was hardly real.  The pert little breasts that I remembered from our night together stood out and greeted me, dark pink areolae with pinkish brown nipples already hard with anticipation.  The gorgeous swell of her hips caused my cock to tremble, and her pussy was the same beautiful red color as her hair, neatly trimmed.  I could have married her right that minute.  We met and kissed with only a little of our pent-up passion and entered the main hall. 

The scene before me was astounding.  It was a very large room, mostly filled with low couches a bit smaller than double beds.  Around the sides were a few partially-sheltered alcoves, offering semi-privacy to those who preferred it.  In general, though, the club was meant for those who enjoyed their sex in public, and the large room primarily catered to them.  At the front were 2 raised areas that can only be described as stages.  Apparently those were meant for those who truly meant to put on a show.  I learned later that by the very lax rules of the club no sex was to be considered private and anyone was welcome to observe others as closely as he desired.  The area in front of the stages was open and free of couches and eventually I learned why that was true.

As we entered, one of the couches to the left was occupied by a naked young couple (actually, most of the patrons chose to be naked).  They were lying down, and she was giving him an intense blowjob.  It was obvious that he had very nearly reached the “point of no return” and even as we watched she suddenly raised up, gave his cock a couple of hard strokes, and watched his semen shoot into the air repeatedly, falling on his chest in large splashes.  When he finished, she lovingly sucked his cock clean, licked up every spot of sperm on his body, then fell into a deep and passionate kiss with him, obviously sharing the semen.  It was extremely erotic and my cock twitched eagerly.

The impatient couple that I saw in the common area had not wasted a moment.  We saw them several rows down on one of the couches and it seemed that they had not wasted a moment.  His cock was red and shiny as it pumped into her repeatedly, and her eyes were closed in apparent ecstasy.

Another couple was much more restrained.  Whether they had just arrived, too, or were merely taking a break we didn’t know.  But they were sitting quietly together observing the action about the room and gently stroking the other’s genitals.  It really didn’t seem sexual so much as pleasure-giving.  He would stroke her pussy in little circles for a while, then slip a finger through her slit, sometimes bringing it to his mouth to taste her juices.  Then perhaps a gentle stroke or two to her clit, which usually brought a catch in her breath.  And back to light circles.  Once in a while his finger would find her vagina and I could see it slip in for a moment.

For her part, she was holding his cock, moving slowly up and down, not nearly fast enough to make him cum.  She would ring the head, massaging that sensitive area just below, taste an occasional drop of pre-cum, squeeze his balls lightly, and just generally use his dick as a convenient toy.  They both seemed very content, though I could tell that even that light caressing was building sexual tension. 

Kim squeezed my hand and asked, “Well, what’s your pleasure?”

Actually, I was overwhelmed and overloaded. Never had I seen so many naked people in one place.  The array of titties and pussies and asses was mind-boggling.  I wanted to squeeze every tit and lick every pussy at once.  I was the proverbial donkey starving between two piles of hay.  “I don’t know,” I told her.  “Could we just wander around a while so I can see what fun is available?” 

“It’s all available.  That’s one of the rules of the club.  Absolutely any consensual act is allowed, however kinky or unusual, unless it involves actual injury.  You’ll probably see some things that you don’t like.  Certainly I have, but you don’t have to observe or participate in those.  And you may propose any sexual act to anyone here, without giving offense.  He or she may refuse, also without offense.”

As we wandered I could indeed see a variety of sexual acts.  Heterosexual sex, of course, in just about any position one can imagine, with varying numbers of participants.  Lesbian sex, some involving several women and some very creative toys.  Some male homosexuality, of course; their preference but not my cup of tea.  And yes, there were always those who became aroused by watching and needed a bit of self-gratification.  Very non-judgmental place.

I noticed that one young lady, apparently a gymnast, had gone into a handstand in the open area in front and had opened her legs, forming a wide “Y.”  Her companion had bent over and was eagerly licking and sucking and the happy noises that she made suggested that his efforts were appreciated.  After a few minutes, he stopped and indicated for others to come up and entertain her, too.  Eating pussy that way was a long-standing fantasy of mine, and I looked to Kim for approval.  “Of course,” she answered.  “That’s why you are here, to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Come on.” 

 As we got closer we could see that her pussy was shaved clean, and with her legs spread so widely the bright pink flesh inside gleamed with her juices.  I bent over and licked eagerly, becoming very aroused with her tangy taste.  Her clit was standing up proudly, and I nipped and sucked it several minutes, til she shuddered with an orgasm and I stepped back.  To my surprise, Kim took my place, French-kissing her cunt and giving her a generous tongue-fuck.  I noticed that one of Kim’s hands was very busy between her own legs. 

When Kim stepped back, I kissed her deeply, sharing the girl’s spicy juices.  “God, she tasted good, didn’t she?” Kim said.  “I would have loved to stay there and cum with her a few times.”

“You’re needing some attention yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I asked her.  She nodded.  Her fingers were still stroking her clit lightly.

“Yeah, that got me really turned on.  You could see me squirming, couldn’t you?  Looks like you might have gotten a little turned on yourself, now that I notice.”  My cock was just about as hard as it gets, pointing at my chin, with the head bright and tight and shiny.

“Well, you know how eating pussy gets me heated up.  What say we find us a place and do something about it?”  We strolled over to a vacant couch and I urged her to lie back.  “Let’s see how you are tasting tonight.”

“I want some, too,” she told me.  “You definitely look good enough to eat.”  So I lay back and allowed her to move over me in 69 position.  She was thoroughly turned on.  She attacked my cock like it was her first sex in years, sucking hard and jacking me, almost as if she were trying to make me cum quickly.  And maybe that’s what she needed, a shot of cum in the face.  As soon as my tongue touched her cunt she began moving against my mouth, forcing me to her clit.  I had wanted to start off slowly, teasing her pussy, tickling the lips with my tongue, sucking her vagina a bit, and working gradually toward her clit.  Not this time.  My only choice was to suck and nibble on her clitty, pulling back occasionally to rub it hard with my fingers or push it down and to the sides.  She liked that.  But always I had to come back to sucking it hard and nipping with my teeth, and she would grind it harder into my face.

Her orgasm would be soon, and the way she was sucking my cock, so would mine.  I slipped two fingers into her vagina and moved them up to her “G” spot, and BANG, she lunged toward me in her first orgasm.  I knew she wasn’t finished and continued to suck and move my fingers in and out.  She had another and another, and on the last one she pushed me to the breaking point, too.  I began to gush semen into her sweet, soft mouth and if she lost a drop of it I wasn’t aware.  For a half minute or so we were animals, lost in our respective orgasmic bliss, unaware of any civilizing factor. 

They all end sometime, though, and I stroked her ass and legs gently, helping her to calm her body, then gently rolled her off me and moved up beside her to kiss and hold her.  I have found that a woman needs to be held after sex.  I continued stroking and kissing her gently til she turned to me.  “God, that was great, Rick.  I really needed that one.”

“So did I, angel, and y’know what?  You taste better than she did.  I could happily spend all night between your legs.”

She smiled at the compliment.  “That’s sweet, Rick, and thanks.  I was pretty frantic.”  She was quiet for a long moment.  “Was it awful of me?” 

“Was what awful, sweetheart?”

“When I sucked her pussy, was that awful?  I really hadn’t planned to do it.  But it looked so good when you were doing it and it smelled so wonderful that I just had to taste.  And it was worth it.  What a sweet and pretty cunt.”

Well, let me say here that when we talk of pretty cunts, you’ll seldom find one nicer than Kim’s.  As I mentioned, she trims closely.  Her pussy is really rather small, with pretty, puffy outer lips and very neat little inner lips.  Now, I really don’t mind the pussy lips that are kinda scalloped and free-flowing.  They are very, very sexy.  But to me, the neat kind like Kim’s is the prettiest.  I told her, “Babydoll, you said it yourself, this is a place to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Nothing you do is wrong.  Enjoy it.”

It looked like there was some new action up front, and I saw a woman and three men on one of the platforms.  I wondered if they were going to do a triple penetration, something that I have seen in pornos but didn’t believe anyone else really did.  One of the men lay down, and the woman straddled him with her back to him and slid his cock inside.  She then lay back across him and the second man straddled him, positioned himself carefully, and inserted his own cock into her cunt beside the first guy.  I had heard that this was possible, but never thought to see it.  The third man moved up for oral attention.  

It was incredibly erotic to see the two dicks moving in unison in her pussy.  They had to be synchronized, since otherwise one would push the other out.  Both were gleaming with her juices, and she was obviously in a state of bliss, lying back quietly and letting these two organs churn her pussy.  It must have been extremely erotic for the men, since it wasn’t long til one showed obvious signs of needing to cum.  He tried to control it, but since the other man was moving against him it was not possible.  Soon he loosed a blast of cum, then another and another.  Apparently this was a trigger.  She began to convulse and move against them and the other man also launched his own blast.  Her pussy couldn’t come close to holding it all.  A virtual torrent of cum came squishing out around the two cocks, and each man continued to thrust til there was nothing left to shoot.

Meanwhile, she had done a superb job on the third man, and just as the others finished he filled her mouth with several blasts of his own cum.  She was not up to the challenge, though, and most of it wound up on her tits. 

She slid off and lay next to the first man, eyes glazed and muscles still twitching.  If it hurt her she didn’t show it; as she lay there a smile appeared on her face and she looked at each of the men with affection.  I figured that this wasn’t their first time doing this.

There was further activity in the open area in front.  Five chairs were brought up, and five guys sat down in them, each sporting a rather impressive erection.  Apparently this was a more or less regular feature, because women immediately lined up in front of them, each woman in turn straddling the first guy, slipping his cock into her, giving him a dozen or so strokes, then moving to the next guy to do the same.  Obviously it was a contest to see which guy could hold out the longest without coming.

She looked at me.  “Rick, I want to do it.  I never have and I want to.” 

“It’s your night, babydoll.  Go for it.”

The women were trying their best to force the guys to come.  Some varied the rhythm, speeding up, then slowing down and milking the cock.  Some used a side to side or rotary motion.  Some just pushed down hard.  There was a prize for each woman who could make a guy come.

I must admit, I was just a little jealous as Kim mounted the first guy.  I really wanted her all to myself.  Silly of me.  She looked so pretty with those small, firm tits sticking straight out, her cute little red bush, and her ponytail.  As she mounted him, her lips formed an “O” and she sat a moment as her pussy adjusted.  Then she began to move in a circular up and down motion.  It was obviously stimulating the guy, but he held out as she moved to the next and did the same. 

As she moved down the line for the third time I could see that she was getting turned on.  Her skin had a light sheen of sweat and she seemed as interested in reaching her own orgasm as in producing one with the guy.  She wasn’t alone.  Most of the women were showing signs of arousal, and a few had reached an orgasm and dropped out.  Two of the guys definitely appeared to be straining to hold it back, and as I watched, one lost the battle and filled his current partner full of hot fluid.  As he lost it, he gave in completely and humped her hard.  They both grinned, and he kissed her and patted her ass as they got up to leave.  A couple of minutes later the other guy also bit the dust.

Kim put the third man out.  She was reaching her own peak when she got to him and she bounced frantically to achieve it.  It was too much for him.  As she puffed and humped through her orgasm he pumped her full of sperm.  They sat a minute or so, savoring the pleasant sensations, then she, like one of the other women, took her hot, soggy pussy to the next man. 

Only two men were left now, with three women.  Soon one of the women reached a strong orgasm and decided she had had enough.  Now the only women were Kim and another woman named Sheila.  They alternated on the men and soon Sheila made one of them cum, so the other guy won.  They didn’t stop, though, since there was a nice prize for the woman who made the last guy cum.  But in a few minutes I could see that Kim was punishing her clit and vagina during Sheila’s turn, and sure enough, as soon as Kim mounted again she began a hard, crushing orgasm.  She stayed on longer than her turn, though Sheila didn’t object, and when she finished she kissed Sheila soundly and told her, “I’ve had enough, babe; you finish him off.”

Sheila returned the kiss with interest and stroked Kim’s breast.  “Thanks.  Uh, you think maybe you and I could give it a try sometime?” 

Kim stroked Sheila just as intimately.  “I’d like that.”

Kim walked over to me and I teased her a bit.  “Hmm, was I seeing a little lez tendency there?”

She blushed.  “Y’know, I’m very seldom that way.  Most of the time I strongly prefer men.  But just occasionally I want the scent and softness of a woman.  Sheila is very nice.”

“So are you going to do a session with her?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  Would that bother you?”

I grinned.  “Not at all, so long as I get to watch.”

She grinned, too, as she led me to one of the couches.  “I think that would make it even hotter.”

We lay down, she with her mussed hair, flushed face, sweaty body, and soggy, fragrant pussy and I with a steel rod between my legs that needed exercise.  She was almost unbearably sexy.  But I knew that she wouldn’t be ready for sex for a while.

We lay and just held hands for a few minutes, then she surprised me.  “Rick, I’d like you to fuck me.  Not really hard or fast, and I’m tired, so I might not respond my best, but I’d like to feel you inside me.”  She paused.  “Would you do that?”

Would I do that?  I aimed my face toward the top of her legs and she said, “I don’t need any foreplay; you can just stick it in.”

“Give me just a moment, sweetheart.”  I knew what I was going to find, and I wasn’t going to miss this.  I moved my face close and inhaled deeply.  Omigod, what a variety of scents!  Her own sweet smell, of course, with lots of her more pungent sex scent thrown in, but also the salty smell of her sweat, the borrowed scents of the other women, and of course the smell of the semen already inside her.  I could almost cum right then.  I kissed her pussy gently, then more firmly, sliding my tongue through her slit.  It was so slippery that there was almost no friction at all.  Just sliding back and forth, licking and kissing, I tasted what I had smelled before.  Can anything be more erotic? 

I moved up over her and slid inside, kissing her.  She pulled back in mock dismay.  “Oh my god, is that the way I smell?”

“You smell wonderful, babydoll, very, very sexy, and no wonder.  You’ve been a busy little beaver.”  She stuck out her tongue at my pun and kissed me again, hard.  I began moving inside her, smoothly and gently, just making her feel loved.  It was a long time before I came.

“You’re quite a girl, Kim.  I don’t think I have ever known anyone so sweet and interesting and sexy.”

“I feel that way about you, too, Rick.  This has been one of my nicest nights ever.”

We spent the rest of the evening just watching, no more real sex.  Oh, there was kissing and cuddling and intimate touching.  I couldn’t keep my hands off her body and she was still fascinated with my cock.  She loved to play with it, hard or soft.

We have gone several times since then and experimented quite a bit with each other and with other members.  I have my own membership now and I’ve gone alone a few times when she wasn’t available.  Haven’t taken another girl, though.  Kim’s a pretty special girl and I want to see how this one works out.

Auntie Mabel Sixty & Sexy

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Auntie Mabel.   Sixty and Sexy.

 

Book one

 

John.

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John woke up late, but it was no problem as it was a Saturday and he didn’t have to go to work this weekend.

He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday, and he had been out with a few friends celebrating.

 

Luckily he never suffered from hangovers, so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok.

Feeling the now familiar ache in his cock he resigned himself to his morning wank.

 

He had tried often to ignore his cock’s demands before, but if he didn’t see to it, then he would think of nothing else all day but girls.

Once he had come, he would feel the welcome relief and relaxation of all his muscles that was the good side of masturbation.

 

The bad side, was the recognition that although he was now officially a man, he had still never had sex with a girl.

 

John was an apprentice engineer, and as such was in a predominantly male world.

The walls of the factory were covered in pinups of naked women, some with their legs wide open and some even opening their cunts.

Most of the banter between the engineers, was about which girl they fancied in the office, and who had fucked who lately.

 

Before john had started work he had been sheltered from the sexual side of life by his mum.

Doreen was a straight laced lady, and wouldn’t allow any smutty talk or pictures in her house.

 

However now after two years in engineering, he was know fully versed in the theory of fucking women.

 

He just didn’t think he would ever get to actually fuck one any time soon.

Like most lads, he tried to give the impression that he had plenty of girlfriends, and was quite a man of the world.

Unfortunately he was just to shy to approach any of the girls he fancied, and too honest to pretend to fancy the ones he didn’t.

 

However before he could commence his relief, he heard his mother coming up the stairs towards his room.

 

‘Come on John, get up quick, you promised to help me this morning,’ she shouted through his bedroom door, before returning to the kitchen.

To take his mind off his sexual problems, he tried to remember what it was, that he had to do that day.

 

Oh yes, he remembered that he had promised to help his mother’s old friend Auntie Mabel, move in to her new house just up the road from theirs.

 

He had never met her, apparently she wasn’t really his Aunt, but was just a very old friend of his mother’s.

After being widowed a few years ago, she had downsized into a small flat close to his mother for company.

 

He got up, washed and dressed and ran down to the kitchen.

His mother Doreen, who had been up since 7am, made him some tea and toast.

Then they both left the house, and walked the few hundred yards to the flat.

 

 

John and Mabel.First moves.Housewarming.Mabel’s Plan.Odd Jobs.The Bath.The Shower.The Bedroom.Mabel’s Bottom.Mabel’s Pussy.Drying John.Licking and Sucking.Fingering.First cunt.First Arse.First Fuck.May in Bondage.Doggie Fashion.Golden Shower.

 

The removal men had just driven away and the first thing John noticed was a woman bending over a box in the garden.

She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a tee-shirt, and a big floppy hat and he noticed that she had a lovely little bum.

 

‘Who is that?’ he asked his mum as they went through the gate.

His mum ignored him as she walked right up to the woman and lightly smacked her on the bottom.

 

‘Hello trouble, here we are at last, I’ve brought you a strong pair of arms to do the heavy lifting so you don’t need to lift that box anywhere’.

The woman straightened up and turned to face them with a welcoming smile on her face.

 

She was about five foot tall and although generally slim she had a well-developed bust under the tee-shirt and her nipples proclaimed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

He realised that although from the rear she looked like a young woman, her beautiful heart shaped face belonged to a mature worldly-wise woman.

Her eyes were a stunning deep blue and they focused on john as he stood by the gate.

 

‘Hello Dor, lovely to see you, who is this fine young man?’ she asked smiling at John.

He was a lovely big boy, and her still wet cunt twinged as she looked at him.

‘This is my son John, John this is your Auntie Mabel’. Introduced his mum.

 

‘For heaven’s sake Dor. You make me feel old, Auntie indeed, ‘just call me May, John’ she replied shaking his hand and looking up at him with a smile.

 

From his height advantage, he looked down at her, and his eyes were drawn involuntarily to where the top of her loose tee-shirt had gaped open, and was giving him a partial view of two firm large breasts.

 

Like most teenagers he was transfixed for a few seconds, before he noticed May was still shaking his hand, which had the effect of making her breasts wobble in a most disturbing way.

 

To his horror he felt his unruly cock stiffen in his pants, and he could feel his face going red. ‘ Nice to meet you he stammered’.

 

‘I can see that’ she replied with a mischievous grin, and turned and walked towards his mother, who was waiting just inside the door of the flat for them.

 

John used the few seconds when they were both looking the other way, to put his hand into his pants and adjust his cock so it didn’t stick out so much.

 

His mother had gone into the flat, and was moving things about in the small kitchen.

May however had stopped at the front door, and to John’s further embarrassment, she seemed to be observing him in the reflection of the glass panels in the door.

May thought to herself that this could be the start of something nice.

 

She turned to him with a smile and said, ‘ when you have sorted yourself out John, could you bring in that box of things marked for the kitchen please’.

She then joined his mum in the kitchen, while he located the box required and brought it in to them.

 

They spent most of the morning settling her in, and John found himself really liking May.

He found her charming and witty, and gradually relaxed in her company until he felt that he had known her for ages.

 

They had a tea break, during which his mum quizzed May about her life before coming to the village.

John learned that she had been married to a wealthy businessman, who had spent a lot of the time travelling around the world for a big oil company.

Sometimes he would take May with him to exotic places, but more often she was left behind in England.

 

He had died in Bahrain, and his body was flown back to England for burial a few years ago.

May had been alone in their big house in Berkshire, until she had finally decided to move closer to her friends and family.

 

May had a lovely melodious voice, and John found himself empathising with her, as she spoke of her childhood, and amusing anecdotes of her life as a teenager and a young woman.

John noticed that there was no mention of children in her stories, and he also noticed that his mum avoided asking about any.

 

 

As they finished up in the lounge May asked john to take a box of bits up to the room that she would be using as a her bedroom.

He carried the large box carefully upstairs negotiating the narrow stairs with care lest he dropped it and finally lowered it onto the double bed that he had previously assembled.

 

The box however gave up the ghost when it hit the bed and its contents spilled out over the covers.

 

He gave a resigned sigh and started to gather up the bits and pieces into a neat pile.

Suddenly he noticed that he was holding in his hand what appeared to be a copy of his cock.

 

It was slightly bigger than him at full size, and seemed to be made of a soft latex, that felt rather nice and warm in his hand.

Although a virgin, he knew from stories told to him by the older engineers, that this was a vibrator, and women used them to make themselves orgasm.

 

A picture of May lying on her back stark naked, with this thing thrust up her cunt, flashed unbidden into his mind, and instantly his cock sprang again into full erection.

 

He groaned, and with the hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator, he grasped his unruly cock and squeezed it to try and get it back to normal.

Unfortunately all this achieved, was to make it even bigger.

 

He had to drop the vibrator on the bed, in order to use both hands so as to straighten his cock upright in his pants, for as much comfort as he could get in his present condition.

 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he looked up to see May standing in the doorway, watching him with a wry grin on her face.

 

‘I see you have met my secret lover; sorry about the box it was to old for the job, a bit like me’ she said quietly.

 

‘Sorry Aunt May’ he stammered going red again, ‘ it just fell out and I picked it up.

I don’t think that you are to old at all, I think you are fantastic, and I like you a lot’

 

‘Do you really like me John? She said with a beautiful smile.

That’s very nice to hear at my time of life, when you get to Sixty you tend to think that a lot of things are over for you.

Its nice to hear that someone still thinks about you, in a certain way’.

 

‘You don’t look anything like Sixty’ he replied ‘you have got a better figure than most of the girls at college’.

‘Why John what do you mean? Are you referring to these by any chance, I couldn’t help but notice your interest earlier’ she said with a smile.

 

John looked on in amazement as she cheekily held her breasts, one in each hand and slowly lifted them up.

He couldn’t help but notice that her nipples had gone hard, as they pushed against the thin material of her tee-shirt.

 

‘We get erect too you know, just like someone we know’ she whispered conspiratorially to him, and winked as she walked out of the bedroom.

 

‘John, May, tea’s ready when you are’ yelled Doreen up the stairs to them.

John followed May downstairs, he took his time to give his cock a chance to shrink back to normal, before he had to appear in front of his mum.

 

May thanked them both for all their help, and invited them both round the next day for a small housewarming party.

Doreen said they would be delighted to come, and that they would bring her husband Sam as well.

 

That night as he lay in bed, John couldn’t think of anything but May.

She fascinated him, she was still beautiful and sexy, and so obviously experienced, compared to the young silly girls that he was used to in College.

 

He kept seeing her lifting her fantastic breasts up for him, and the thought of her hard nipples, caused him to wank his cock harder and longer than he had ever done before.

 

When he finally came, his cum shot up into the air a good few feet, before splattering back over his belly and pubic hair.

 

The image that ignited his massive orgasm, was of him sucking those glorious nipples, and hearing May moan his name as he called out hers in the midst of his orgasm.

 

 

The next day couldn’t come soon enough for him, and he was up, showered and dressed by eight.

He surprised his parents by appearing in the kitchen without them having to call him.

 

He had taken special care in dressing, and his mother complimented him on how smart he looked.

 

‘Seeing a new girl are we’ commented his dad jokingly.

‘Leave him alone Sam, its nice to see him up, let alone smart for a change’, said Doreen with a fond smile at them both.

 

The evening finally arrived, and they walked over to May’s flat.

John had been looking forward to seeing her all day, but when she opened the door to let them in he was stunned.

 

She was wearing an evening dress of scarlet silk, which chastely covered her breasts.

However the sight that took John’s breath away was her hair.

The previous day she had been wearing a big floppy hat, that had almost completely hidden her hair.

 

Today it was revealed in all its glory, it was thick, wavy, golden blond, and hung down her back to within a few inches of the floor.

John just stared at May and said in a wondering voice,’ it’s like a golden waterfall, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life’.

Both his parents looked at him in surprise.

 

‘Thank you kind sir,’ said May with a giggle,’ I hardly ever bother to wear it like this except for special occasions’.

‘It looks lovely dear’ said Doreen,’ you always were proud of your hair as I remember’.

 

May had cooked them a lovely dinner, and John watched her enthralled, as she played the gracious host during the evening.

She was in a sparkling mood, and even had his dad laughing out loud at some of her stories.

 

They all drank far too much wine, including John, who was given a few extra glasses by May.

She had heard that he had just turned eighteen earlier that week.

 

‘If he is eighteen, then he is now a man and must be treated as such’ she stated.

When his parents had both taken the dishes into the kitchen to load the dishwasher, he was left alone with May.

 

The wine and food had gone to his head, and he found himself explaining to her that although he appreciated her remarks concerning him being a man at eighteen, he wasn’t really a man yet as he hadn’t had a proper girlfriend.

 

In the midst of telling her how beautiful she was, he fell off the chair and lay on the floor with his head spinning in a pleasant way.

 

He wasn’t sure if he imagined that she knelt down beside him, and leaning over, kissed him slowly and sexily on his mouth, while he felt her hand fondling his cock.

‘We will see about that in good time’, she whispered in his ear, before getting up and calling for Sam to help his son to his feet.

 

John lay in bed that night and went over everything that had happened, so as to be sure not to forget any part of it.

He tried to have a wank, but he was so drunk that his cock didn’t work, and he fell asleep still thinking about May.

 

The next few days passed without any sign of May, and he began to wonder if indeed he had read far too much into some innocent friendly remarks.

It wasn’t until the next Friday evening, that his mum asked him if he could do her friend Mabel a favour, and help her with her garden the next morning.

 

At first he didn’t know who she was talking about, then he remembered that May’s real name was Mabel.

Even thinking about her seemed to change the word Mabel, into May Bell.

 

 

 

Mabel was having a hard time deciding what to do about the situation with her and John.

 

Up to this point there was no situation, and she knew that she shouldn’t proceed any father along the road of seduction that she was considering for John.

 

All her good intentions however were being eroded by three major facts.

One, he was so tall and handsome and obviously innocent of the sexual side of life between the sexes.

 

Two, she knew she could introduce him to sex better, and more sensitively than any young chit of a girl could.

 

Three, since the death of her husband she had been so terribly lonely.

 

She hadn’t mentioned, and Doreen hadn’t taken her up on the fact, that her husband had been twenty years younger than she was when they married.

May had been attracted to younger men than herself all her life.

 

She knew that she was taking a terrible risk with her friendship with Doreen, but she was weak and needed love and attention like anyone else.

 

She stood naked in front of her full length mirror, and arranged her hair so that it covered both breasts, whilst leaving her curly golden pubic hair in full view.

Lady Godiva eat your heart out, she thought with determination, I want him and I need him, and I am going to teach him all there is to know about love.

 

When he is ready for his first young woman he will be a confident and experienced young man thanks to me. 

She turned away from the mirror and laid on her bed, her hand reaching for her battery powered lover.

 

She switched it on and gently rubbed it between her thick pubic hair until it was over her clitoris.

She closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure started and thought of John.

 

 

John had thought of no-one else but May since he was last with her, and after a few insincere mumblings about missing out on drinks with his mates, he apparently reluctantly agreed to help his mum’s friend with her garden.

 

When the agreed time came, he was once again clean and smart in his workshirt and jeans, and waving to his mum he set out towards May’s flat with a spring in his step.

 

She was waiting for him with a big smile and a hug, ‘My hero, thank you so much for saying you would help me.

I haven’t anyone else to lean on except you’ and pulling his face down to hers she gave him a warm kiss on his lips.

 

Before he could react in any way, she had turned and walked out of the patio doors and onto the rear patio.

He had no choice but to follow her, and listen as she explained the jobs that needed doing.

 

Basically the lawns needed mowing, the hedges needed cutting, and various bits of assorted rubbish needed to be cleared away; and that was just the beginning apparently.

 

He noticed that she was wearing very similar clothes to the ones she was wearing when he first met her.

She had on her big floppy hat, which he now knew concealed her gorgeous golden hair.

 

The same loose fitting tee shirt, but instead of shorts made from denim, she was wearing shorts made of a type of soft towelling material, which he was quick to notice clung to her bottom like a second skin.

 

Also they were a light buff colour, and gave the impression when she bent over to pick up the grass cuttings, that she was naked below her loose top.

After he had mown the lawns she called a break, and they went into the lounge for a cup of tea.

 

‘I don’t know how you keep on John’ she said as she poured him his cup from her teapot.

 

John assumed that she didn’t know that her top gaped open when she leaned towards him to fill his cup.

He had a good view of her breasts, as they hung free beneath the loose top.

This time he could be sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

She sat back in the opposite armchair to his and sipped at her tea.

‘Would you like a biscuit dear?’ she asked taking one for herself and pushing the plate towards him.

 

As he reached to get one she accidentally knocked hers onto the floor by the side of her chair.

As she stretched sideways and down to pick it up she had to stretch her opposite leg out for balance.

 

This left her with her legs wide open in front of him, as she searched around for the elusive biscuit.

The soft material of her shorts was stretched tightly across her pubes, showing him her deep cleft clearly.

As she had been working as hard as him, her crotch was moist with sweat, and it was as if she was naked for him.

 

Again his cock reacted fiercely, and swelled up in his pants as if it had a mind of its own.

 

May was well aware of what she was doing, and from her position she could see under the table, and observe the effect her show had on John’s cock.

She was very impressed at the size of his bulge, and determined to continue her plan.

 

She found her biscuit, and settled herself back in her chair with a sigh. She was glad that Doreen wasn’t there with them, as she would have seen instantly what was going on and put a stop to it.

 

Again guilt reared its head but May thrust it aside firmly.

After tea and a chat in which she reminded him of the rest of the jobs to do, they went back into the garden.

 

 

She pointed out an old tin bath that was on the roof of the shed, and suggested that they lower it to the grass to see what was in it.

 

John could reach it easily, but it was very heavy and as he pulled it towards him, he realised that it was full of stagnant water.

 

He was just about to warn May to stand clear, when she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the bath.

 

The next second, a wave of dirty stinking water slopped over them both. May squealed in shock as the water soaked her and John, who would have been able to jump out of the way, but was forced to stand holding the bath so that it didn’t fall on her.

 

After the first cold shock they stood looking at each other, suddenly May burst into laughter,

‘John why on earth didn’t you jump away you silly man, you are soaked like me now.’

 

John explained that if he had the bath would have fallen on her, and might have hurt her badly.

‘I didn’t realise that, I’m so proud of you, you really are my hero aren’t you.’ She whispered.

 

He lowered the bath to the grass and took a good look at May, her top was soaked, and stuck to her breasts like a wet tee shirt does.

He could see her nipples clearly, and the cold water had made them stick out like strawberries.

 

She stepped towards him to give him a hug, but before she touched him she recoiled in horror.

‘Oh my God John we both stink to high heaven, I can’t let you stay like this I will have to wash your stuff out before Doreen has a fit’. She looked down at herself and noted that she also needed a good scrub.

 

 

Her plan had worked well so far, she had topped up the bath of stagnant water so that however carefully it was moved it was bound to slosh over them.

When it had looked like John had it under control, she had ‘helped’ him by jumping up and grabbing it, ensuring that they were soaked.

 

Over his protests she dragged him by the hand into her bathroom and insisted he strip off and hand her his clothes. She could then put them in the washing machine, whilst he had a good long shower to remove the smell of stagnant water.

 

When he hesitated she told him not to be silly as she wouldn’t look, and anyway he didn’t have anything she hadn’t seen before during her long life.

 

When he still dithered she said she would go first to show there was nothing to fear.

Without further ado she took of her hat, pulled her top over her head and threw it into the dirty laundry bin.

 

He only caught a quick glimpse of her large breasts before she turned away and commenced to pull down her shorts.

She was now only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers and as she pulled them down he saw her tight little bottom come into view.

When she bent right over to take off her sandals he could see a mass of golden hairs between her legs.

 

He quickly turned his back on her so she wouldn’t think he had been watching and quickly stripped off his wet clothes.

He threw them in the bin and dived into the shower cubical to hide his erection.

 

As he commenced his shower he could hear her putting their clothes in the washing machine and turning it on.

She was humming a happy little tune that he couldn’t make out over the noise of the shower.

 

May had loaded the washing machine with his clothes.

She couldn’t resist smelling his underpants, before she added them to the washing.

She stood for a short while watching him in the shower, she could make out his erection even through the distortion of the shower glass.

 

It seemed enormous to her, and she decided that he wasn’t getting out of her house until she had fucked him every way possible.

She took a deep breath, and with a wet pussy opened the shower door.

He was soaping his face with his eyes tightly shut, when he felt the shower door open.

Before he knew what was going on, she had come in with him.

 

‘Move over a bit John, I’m only small but I do need a bit of space to get this smell off me’ she said in a business like tone of voice

‘ I can’t wait until you have finished’.

 

He automatically obeyed her, and when the soap had cleared from his eyes, he saw that she was standing with her back to him, and was in the process of undoing her hair.

 

When it was all loose it hung over her shoulders like a golden cape effectively hiding her charms from him.

‘There you go John we may be sharing a shower, but I’m as decent as if I were dressed aren’t I’, she quipped, looking over her shoulder at him coyly.

 

Before he could reply, she started to soap her body under the cover of her hair, and seemed to be ignoring the fact that she was sharing a shower with a naked man.

 

May decided that she had better initiate contact as soon as possible, so suddenly she bent over to wash her feet.

This brought her naked bottom into contact with his rampant cock.

Feeling his knob touching her naked bum, she pushed back as if by accident and felt his cock slip between her bum cheeks.

 

Amazingly, although John could clearly feel that his cock had slipped between the cleft of her bottom, she showed no reaction and continued to soap her feet as if nothing untoward was occurring.

 

He quickly turned around in the cubicle but this action meant that he dragged his cock out from between the cheeks of her arse, and ended up by him rubbing his naked bottom against hers.

 

‘Keep still John you nearly had me over then, I’m going to need you to wash this hair of mine as I can’t do it all by myself’. She remarked unconcernedly.

 

May reached up to the shower shelf and handed him a bottle of shampoo. Her hands were starting to shake with desire.

‘Be a love and rub this in for me please’, she asked in a matter of fact voice.

 

He was forced to turn towards her again, and started to rub the shampoo into her mane of hair as requested, he was very aware of his cock sticking out towards her.

As her hair had somehow managed to be hanging down the front of her body, she also turned so he could reach it.

 

Although her hair hid her breasts from his eyes, as he rubbed the shampoo further down the length of her tresses the back of his hand was rubbing against them.

 

He could fell her nipples clearly pushing against his wrists, as he continued to rub the shampoo in.

However she made no comment about this, and he started to relax as much as he could with a raging hard on.

 

‘Kneel down so you can do the ends for me, and while you are down there I can shampoo your hair in exchange’ she suggested.

He carefully knelt down on the cubicle base, thankful that at least she wouldn’t see his rampant cock, and rubbed the shampoo into the final ends of her tresses.

 

She commenced to rub shampoo into his hair, and he found the sensation very nice indeed, it caused him to close his eyes for a moment in pleasure. 

When he opened them a few seconds later, she had somehow positioned herself so that he was looking directly between her legs, at her mass of golden pubic hair.

 

It was so thick and curly, that as if of their own volition, his fingers reached forward, and gently felt the soft wet springiness of her pubic curls.

 

As his fingers touched her she chose that moment to lean forward so as to shampoo the back of his head.

 

May pretended to be so engrossed in doing this that she didn’t notice that her pubes were pressing hard against his exploring finger.

She thrust her hips forward until it slid inside her up to his first knuckle.

 

She again made no comment about this, and he was only aware of the tight hot feeling of a woman’s cunt gripping his finger.

 

‘There you are dear, now we just have to rinse off and we will be nice and clean again’ she said, as she stepped back from him to put the shampoo back on the shelf.

 

As she stepped away his finger slid out of her, and the next thing he knew was that she had taken down the shower-head, and was spraying the water over his head and body to wash off the suds.

 

‘I’ll do you first then you can do me ‘ she said.

‘Stand up now so I can get at your back’.

He stood up turning as he did so to present her with his soapy back.

 

His rigid cock knocked against the glass, as she played the water all over his shoulders and back.

 

While the water wash running over him, he reflected that in all his sexual fantasies about sharing a shower with a naked woman, there had always been lots of mutual soaping of breasts and cock.

 

He didn’t know what was going on here, as May didn’t appear to see this as a sexual situation.

 

Perhaps he thought, this is what a woman who is old enough to be your mum regards as just washing a baby.

You get it clean without there being any sexual component to it.

 

He just wished his cock would realise that May wasn’t interested in the sexual side of this situation.

 

‘ Turn round so I can do the rest’ she ordered.

He took a deep breath and turned to face her.

She ran the water over his chest and down onto his groin.

 

She seemed oblivious to the sight of his throbbing cock sticking out towards her, as she directed the water between his legs.

In a matter of fact way she grasped his cock, and moved it left and right, making sure that there was no soap left around his balls.

 

Part of him was so glad when she let go of his cock.

But another part wished desperately that she would keep hold of it, and give it a good rubbing.

 

May was enjoying herself, she had a good view of his lovely young body and so far she hadn’t scared him by being to obvious.

However the sight of his rampant cock a mere few inches from her hungry mouth was nearly too tempting to ignore.

 

Instead of sucking his lovely cock she forced herself to calmly grasp his hot shaft.

Then instead of guiding it into her waiting mouth, simply move it from side to side as she sprayed the soap from around his balls.

To rinse his feet she had to kneel down, and when she was satisfied that he was soap free she stood up.

 

As she stood his cock hit her on top of her head causing her to remark, ‘Careful John you could have someone’s eye out with that’

At the look on his face she burst into giggles, and impulsively hugged him.

Her naked wet breasts felt very hot on his chest, and his big hot cock dug into her belly.

 

‘It’s my turn now, you have to be very thorough and not leave any soap on any of my hair’ she said, handing him the shower-head.

 

She stood naked in front of him, as he started to rinse her from top to bottom.

It took a while before she was satisfied that her long golden hair was totally rinsed.

Then she threw it back over her head, so that he could see her naked body clearly for the first time.

 

May decided to be a bit more obvious and said ‘Make sure you don’t miss any bits’ in a firm voice, ‘ I didn’t miss any bits of yours did I?’

 

He needed no further urging, and carefully ran the water over her shoulders and breasts.

She insisted that he lift each of them up, so that the water could wash away any soap trapped under them.

 

As he ran it over her belly, she opened her legs for him so he could run it over her golden pubes.

To his amazement she then turned round and bent over for him.

 

He took the hint, and ran the stream of water between the cheeks of her bottom.

He made so bold as to part her bum cheeks, to spray the water directly onto her neat little anus.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole before, and he was fascinated by it.

 

‘Haven’t you finished yet back there?’ she said ‘I will be getting rusty soon if you don’t hurry up’.

 

He guiltily finished rinsing the back of her legs, and she turned off the water.

 

 

She led him into her bedroom, where there was a big pile of soft towels waiting on the bed for them.

 

He sat on one of the towels, and watched as she wrapped a towel around her head, trapping her hair into a turban.

When she turned back to him she was completely exposed to his eyes.

 

Seeing him look away, she told him not to be silly, they had already shared a shower together.

They had seen more of each others bodies than anyone else in the world had.

 

‘It’s too late to be shy now John, I expect you to dry me properly and then I will finish you off’,

 

She handed him a nice fluffy towel, and lay down on the bed with her arms stretched out to her sides.

She had a beautiful firm body, and like all real large breasts, her tits didn’t stick straight up, but tended to flatten slightly under the weight of gravity.

He noticed that her nipples though were still hard.

 

He started to gently dry her, patting the towel over her face and neck. When he had dried her face, he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

She responded passionately, pulling his head down so she could kiss him back hard.

‘That’s a nice thing to do dear, I want you to kiss all the parts you dry’.

 

He next rubbed all around her breasts, gently lifting each one so that he could dry underneath.

As he finished each breast he kissed the nipple on it.

Each kiss turned into a long slow suck.

 

He sucked each tit until she moaned and started to writhe about on the bed.

‘Oh John you are getting me all wet again’ she whispered.

 

 

She got up on her hands and knees and presented her little naked bum to him.

 

Again he gently rubbed the towel between her bum cheeks, parting them so he didn’t miss any places.

 

He dropped the towel to free both his hands, so that he could hold her cheeks apart exposing her little bum hole to his eyes.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole up close.

The pin ups on the factory walls, tended to concentrate on tits and cunts.

 

He was fascinated by this private pink little hole.

‘Is it nice John?’ she queried, ‘ reach into the bedside cabinet drawer and take out the tube of Vaseline that is in there’.

He did as instructed.

‘Put some on your finger, and rub it in and around there, so I don’t get sore’ she asked.

 

He dutifully dipped his finger in the jar of Vaseline, and tentatively rubbed it around her anus.

‘You will need to put your finger deep inside my bottom dear, so I don’t get sore’ she told him.

 

John gathered up his nerve, and as gently as possible, pushed his finger deep into her bum.

 

He enjoyed the feeling of her tight little hole gripping his finger, so much that he pulled it out, and reinserted it again.

May moaned when he did this.

‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked anxiously.

‘Oh no dear it feels lovely, keep doing that for a little while’. She replied’.

 

He put more Vaseline on his finger, and continued fingering her bum hole.

He noticed that the more he stretched her anus, the louder her moans became.

He started to rotate his finger in her anus, and this caused May to wiggle her arse at him in an obvious invitation.

 

The trouble was he didn’t know what to do, so he thought it best to withdraw his finger from her bum.

After wiping off the surplus Vaseline, he parted her bum cheeks and kissed her little pink anus.

 

May was so hot she could scream in frustration, her most secret vice that even in girlie conversations with her friends she never mentioned, was that she loved anal sex.

 

Her husband had once taken her to Hong Kong with him, and whilst they were there they had gone to one of the many sex shows on offer in that fantastic city.

 

She had watched in rapt fascination, as a small Chinese girl, was fucked up the arse by a big black man.

 

His cock had seemed enormous to her, and yet the little girls bum had managed to accommodate every inch of it.

The girl had also gone into multiple orgasms there in front of them, and it was obvious that she was enjoying every thrust of his cock.

 

When they had returned to the hotel, they had gingerly attempted the same thing.

After a few painful episodes, they had learned that the secret of good anal sex, was plenty of Vaseline up the bum.

During the following years, she had been arse fucked often, and it always gave her multiple orgasms.

 

Kneeling there with her naked bum presented to John, she remembered that he was still a virgin.

He hadn’t fucked a woman’s cunt yet, so to expect him to fuck her up the arse was asking too much of him.

 

However, she promised herself that in the very near future, she would be kneeling in front of him, and she would be taking it hard up the arse from his big young cock.  

 

 

‘One last bit and then I’m done’ she announced.

She turned onto her back, and opened her legs wide for him, her golden pubes were open to him and he gently rubbed the towel over them.

 

As he rubbed her he noticed that her eyes had shut, and she was pushing her pubes against his hand.

May decided to go for it, and come right out and tell him what to do.

‘Don’t stop just yet she whispered, rub a bit harder John, please’.

 

He needed no further encouragement, and started to rub her hairy little pussy as fast as he could.

Soon she was writhing on the bed, her fingers digging hard into the covers, and moaning his name just as he had dreamed about.

 

At last May felt her orgasm explode, she gave a long drawn-out cry and collapsed onto the bed limply, where she lay with her legs wide open and her hairy golden cunt totally exposed.

He noticed a white creamy substance running from her cunt, and realised that some women came just like men.

 

After a few minutes she opened her eyes, and asked him to give her a hug.

He happily crawled to her, and as his arms went round her she pushed him over onto his back and lay on top of him, hugging him tightly to her naked body.

 

Her lovely warm soft breasts pressed against his chest.

 

His cock was still rigid and sticking up, so she wriggled around until it was securely held between her inner thighs, his hot shaft pressed against her damp pussy lips.

‘Thank you John’ she murmured in his ear ‘that was lovely, I really enjoyed it and now its your turn.

 

‘I want you to do everything I ask without question, will you do that for me please?’ she whispered seductively.

 

At this point John would have done anything for her, and he nodded his head in acceptance.

 

She kissed him slowly and passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth, and as the kiss progressed she started to rub her juicy cunt over his cock.

 

 

‘Lie still while I dry you off’ she ordered as she slowly slipped off him and picked up a small towel.

 

He was instructed to lie on his back with his hands behind his head, and  when he was comfortable, May started to dry his body from his head to his toes.

 

She rubbed between his legs, and told him to open them wide for her.

‘I want to see your big cock and balls’ she whispered to him.

He opened his legs for her, and she lay between them with her face inches from his balls.

 

She started to kiss the inside of his thighs, and continued kissing all around his balls until her mouth was on his shaft, which she kissed all along its length until she reached his knob.

 

Slowly she closed her mouth over his swollen knob, and gently sucked and licked it until he moaned out loud.

 

As soon as she felt the tell tale twitching that warned of ejaculation, she stopped and getting up from the bed, walked naked into the kitchen to get them both a glass of wine.

 

By the time she returned his cock had cooled down a bit, and was ready for more foreplay.

 

‘Why are you still randy?’ he asked her, ‘didn’t I make you come once already?’

She smiled, and explained that women could come many times during lovemaking, but men could only come once.

 

‘This is why it is very important that your first time with a women, is with one who knows what to do to, otherwise it is over far too soon.

 

I am going to make love to you, so you never forget this time, no matter how old you become’.

 

They both had a drink of their wine, and then she climbed back on the bed and knelt over him so her pubes were just above his mouth.

 

 

‘I want you to lick me, you will see a little knobbly thing hidden in my pubic hair just above my cunt lips.

That is my clitoris and if you suck it,   it will feel to me as me sucking your cock feels to you, it’s called 69ing’.

 

He had read about position 69, and could see her golden pussy clearly, and as she lowered it onto his face, he stuck his tongue deep inside her and licked and sucked for all he was worth.

 

She lowered her head until her mouth slipped over his knob again and gently sucked it, while she massaged his balls.

 

He was in heaven his face was covered in her cunt juices, and they ran into his mouth where he greedily swallowed every drop.

 

May was also really enjoying herself, it was a good feeling to have total power over her very own toy boy, and she loved the taste of fresh young cock in her mouth once again.

 

She lifted herself off him, and turned away from him with her bum in the air.

 

 

‘I want you to slip your fingers up inside my cunt, and really finger me hard’, she instructed him in an urgent voice.

 

He knelt behind her, and found that his fingers slid into her so easily, that he could put four of them into her without any trouble.

 

He then began to thrust them in and out of her cunt, faster and faster until she began to moan again.

Soon her cunt juices were running down the inside of her legs, and she was coming for him again.

‘Push your fingers up my bum, and finger it just like my cunt’.

 

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her sopping wet cunt, and pushed one of them into her tight little bum hole.

It was slippery from the Vaseline he had rubbed in earlier, but still gripped his finger tightly, and he started to rotate his finger in her bum so as to stretch it enough to get more in.

 

She relaxed her bum muscles, and he was soon able to insert four of his fingers up her bum.

 

Again she was moaning, and thrusting her arse back against his fingers, until she gasped in exstacy.

More of her creamy cum squirted out of her cunt, and ran down the inside of her thighs.

He then realised, that fingering her bum could also make her come.

 

May was really starting to have fun, she had already had two orgasms and knew there were lots more to come.

 

 

She crawled away from him and told him to lie on his back again.

‘This time I’m going to lower my cunt, onto your cock.

 

I’m doing it this way, so I can control the friction on your cock.

It will be the first time your cock has been in a woman’s cunt, and if you feel that you have to come, then tell me, and I will stop for a bit to let you cool down’.

She knelt over him with her breasts hanging down in front of his eyes, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

 

At last John felt the wet heat of a woman’s cunt, as it slid slowly down his throbbing shaft.

He closed his eyes and savoured the sensations, as she gently fucked his cock with her cunt.

 

May was really enjoying the feel of a big young cock in her cunt, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

 

She could feel her cunt being stretched from her lips to her womb, as she bounced up and down on his cock, and she tightened her cunt muscles to increase the feelings as much as possible.

 

She had already come twice, and her cunt was red hot for another orgasm.

It hit her sooner than she expected, and she buried her face in his chest and gave a muffled scream, as her hot cunt juices ran down his cock and soaked his balls.

 

After laying on him for a little while he felt her lifting her cunt off his cock, but before he could complain, she had turned around so that he was looking at her naked little arse.

 

 

‘I’m going to lower my arse onto your cock now, it will take me a while to get comfortable so be patient while I do it’ she explained.

He watched in wonder as she positioned her bum hole onto his knob. Very slowly she increased the pressure, until his knob disappeared up her bum.

 

She then stopped and stayed very still, relaxing her arse muscles until she could take a few more inches.

Eventually his cock was right up her arse, and it gripped his shaft tightly.

 

‘God I love having a big cock up the bum’, she gasped as she slowly started to bounce her arse onto his bollocks.

Watching his cock going up her arse, really brought John to the brink of coming, and he asked May to stop for a bit so he could calm down.

She gently lifted her bum off his cock, until it popped out.

 

May turned again until her tits were just over his face.

‘Suck my nipples, till my bum stops throbbing’ she said.

 

He was only too pleased to do so, and grabbing hold of her big tits he sucked hard on her nipples until they were red and swollen.

 

‘Well John dear have you enjoyed yourself so far?’ she asked with a grin.

He replied that he had never enjoyed himself so much in his life, and that he loved her.

‘I think I love you too dear,’ she replied.

 

 

It was time she said for him to fuck her properly, and come up her cunt. May explained that when he started fucking her, he probably wouldn’t last long before he squirted his cum into her cunt.

 

However all good things must come to an end, and he deserved to come in her for being such a good boy.

 

She asked him if he wanted to fuck her face to face, called missionary.

Or whether he wanted to fuck her from behind, doggy fashion.

He opted for face to face, as he wanted to watch her as he fucked her.

 

She lay on her back, and opened her legs wide for him.

He positioned himself between her naked thighs, and she guided his cock gently into her hot wet cunt.

 

At last he was finally going to fuck a woman, May felt his cock deep in her cunt.

Looking him in his eyes she demanded ‘Now fuck me John, fuck your woman hard and deep. I want your cum in my womb.’

 

He tried to fuck her slowly and gently, but looking down at her with her big tits bouncing to his thrusts, he was soon fucking her harder and faster.  Suddenly he felt her cunt tighten in orgasm again, and she cried out

‘ Oh John I love you my darling boy’.

 

On hearing that, he let go all restraint and finally with a triumphant cry emptied his balls into her cunt.

She heard him cry out as he came, and wrapped her legs tightly around him so that she got every drop of his cum inside her womb.

 

Afterwards they just lay together wrapped in each others arms.

May was tender in both her holes, but relished the warm feeling of a well- fucked woman.

 

John was still coming to terms that he was now a proper man, who had fucked a woman.

Not a silly little girl who knew nothing, but a fully experienced woman. May had taught, and given him so much, that he knew he could never repay her as long as he lived.

 

May lay thinking quietly, as he sucked on her breasts, and toyed with her hair.

She knew he was hers now, and she would teach him to fuck her every way possible.

 

By the time she had finished with him, he was going to be the perfect stud muffin.

Her stud muffin.

 

They would have to be careful not to be discovered, but she was sure that she could think up lots of jobs for John to do for her over the coming months, or her name wasn’t Auntie Mabel.

 

John was so emotionally and sexually drained, that he dozed off in her arms. She gently disentangled herself from him, and walked into the kitchen to move their clothes from the washing machine, into the tumble dryer.

 

May didn’t have to wait for her clothes to dry, as she simply changed into a clean set that was in the wardrobe.

However, she knew that she couldn’t send John home in different clothes from the ones he had left his mum’s in.

 

While his clothes were drying, she took the opportunity to put up her hair in its customary bun.

She was proud of it but sometimes it was a pain to keep tidy.

She made some tea, and assembled a plate of cakes for John when he woke.

 

May knew that young men were always hungry, both for sex and food. After the efforts he had made on her behalf today, he deserved at least a snack.

She took the food into the bedroom, he was still asleep, laying curled up on his side.

 

He had a lovely body, apart from his gorgeous big cock, he also was tall and handsome.

He had broad shoulders and strong arms, his big brown eyes were closed in sleep.

She heard the tumble dryer beeping to tell her his clothes were dry.

 

Putting down the tray she gently shook him awake.

The first thing John saw when he opened his eyes, was May sitting on the bed.

She was fully dressed, which made him very aware that he was naked in front of her.

 

She however simply told him to drink some tea, and eat some cakes, while she went and got his clothes.

He realised that he was famished, and did as she said.

He was still unsure about what had happened.

 

How did he get from helping in the garden, to lying naked in front of a sixty year old beauty that he had just fucked.

Or would it be true to say had just fucked him.

The sequence of events that had led to this moment were blurred in his mind.

 

He did know that his cock was still tender from the unaccustomed fucking, but that he had never been happier in his life than he was now.

He looked up as she re-entered the room with his clothes.

They were nice and dry and warm.

She laid them beside him on the bed, and sat down beside him.

 

‘How are you feeling dear?’ she asked quietly.

‘I don’t really know,’ he replied, ‘wonderful, certainly confused, stunned, but probably most of all grateful to you for making me a man,’ in the fantastic way that you did.

 

‘I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did love, I’m still a bit tender in places, you are quite a man when you get going.’

 

She told him to get dressed, as there was still things to do in the garden before he went home.

She watched him dressing, he first put on his work shirt so as to feel less naked and vulnerable.

He then pulled on his boxer shorts, however as he stood up to pull them up to his waist she asked him to stop for a second.

 

She got off the bed and knelt down in front of him.

His cock was hanging between his legs, minding its own business.

‘ I want to kiss it before you tuck it away’ she murmured.

Lifting up her head she enclosed his limp cock in her mouth, and sucked it in as far as she could without choking.

 

His cock was still tender but she was extremely gentle, and he felt himself relaxing as the heat of her mouth transferred itself to his cock.

She gave his cock a last gentle suck, and as it slipped from her mouth she kissed it.

 

May remained kneeling in front of him, as he finished getting dressed.

When he was ready, she accompanied him back out into her garden.

They sat on her garden bench, and she turned to him and asked him if he had any questions that she could help him with.

 

His only question was ‘what now?.

May explained that they must keep what had happened between them a secret.

She had a great deal more to teach him, but if his mum found out about them he would be barred from seeing her again.

 

‘But I’m a man now I can do as I like’ he protested.

‘Technically, yes you are, but how would it look to your family and friends, if they knew you were fucking an old lady.

You have a good job, and a loving family, and I will not allow you to endanger that’ she stated firmly.

 

‘If you cannot promise me that you will keep us a secret then I will have no choice but to never see you again, if necessary I will move back to Berkshire to keep you safe.

‘I cannot lose you,’ he admitted, ‘I will do as you say, although I want to tell everyone how fantastic you are.’

 

‘Don’t you realise that I also want to tell the world about you, how lovely and kind you are.

Not to mention telling Doreen, that her son can fuck me into heaven,

’She replied passionately, and pulling him towards her, she kissed him hard and long.

 

‘You know I think I love you,’ he said seriously.

‘I think I love you too,’ she replied just as seriously.

 

Counting the work actually done in the garden, he had been there for six hours and it was time for tea.

May suggested that she ring Doreen, and say that he was staying for tea, and then was going to help May sort out her loft.

That way he could stay until the evening, without any suspicion.

 

Doreen had no objections to this plan, and the knowledge that they had the evening to look forward to, made them both happy.

 

May had a hedge trimmer, and as John was so tall it didn’t take him long to make it neat and tidy.

Standing back to view it, she remarked that at least they had achieved some real work amongst the fun.

 

‘I hope the fun is not over yet,’ he whispered in her ear.

‘Oh no, when you have had a light tea I’m going to fuck you senseless,’ she whispered back.

 

As promised she had prepared a light meal of ham, with a side salad.

He quickly ate every piece, and taking her by the hand they both ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She asked him to stand by the bed while she slowly stripped him naked. He had to bend over so she could reach the higher buttons on his shirt, but she was soon able to remove it.

 

She next pulled down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer shorts. Watching her strip him had re-kindled his young lust, and his cock was back with a vengeance.

It was sticking out towards her, held back only by the material of his pants.

 

May left him standing like that, while she told him to remove her top. John slowly pulled it over her head.

As it went up, it took her breasts with it, so when he pulled it over her head her breasts bounced back delightfully.

 

He knelt down so that he could pull down her shorts, leaving her only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers.

He put his hands on her bum, and pulled her towards him.

A sudden urge came to stick his nose into the crotch of her panties, and smell her hot damp cunt.

 

He rubbed his face over her pubes, until the gusset of her knickers were soaked with her cunt juices.

She pulled her knickers up for him, until the gusset slipped between her cunt lips, and he could see the beautiful golden curls of her pubic hair either side of the cotton.

 

Hooking his fingers into her gusset he pulled it to one side, so he could get his tongue between her cunt lips.

Holding her bum cheeks tightly, he pulled her cunt hard against his mouth, as he licked her golden triangle.

 

‘Lets try it this way,’ she said, and stepping back from him, she pulled her knickers right off, and knelt on the bed with her arse towards him. ‘Lick my cunt from behind’ she said, as she swayed her bottom from side to side.

 

John knelt down on the carpet so his mouth was on the same level as her cunt.

He opened her bum cheeks so he could get his tongue deep into her wet cunt, and gave it a good long licking.

 

Exposing herself to him like this really turned May on, and as he licked her cunt, so she was grinding it in his face.

He had to stop, as his mouth was full of cunt, and his nose was buried in her golden pubic hair.

He just couldn’t breathe, and had to come up for air.

 

 

She got off the bed, and knelt on the carpet facing him.

He saw her put her hands behind her back, and clasp them together.

‘I want you to go to my dressing gown hanging on the wardrobe door, and bring me back the belt from it please’ she asked him.

He got the cloth belt, and brought it over to where she was kneeling.

‘I now want you to tie my hands to my feet, so that I am helpless’ she instructed quietly.

John did as she told him, and secured her with the belt.

 

‘I want you to fuck my mouth, I give you full control of how hard and fast you do it, just don’t come yet.’ She said looking up at him.

 

The sight of her kneeling in front of him naked and helpless, had an electrifying effect on his cock.

It became even more rigid than it had been, and he guided it into her open mouth with one hand, while he held the back of her head still, with the other.

 

He started to fuck her mouth slowly and gently, but seeing her kneeling there so submissively, brought out the dominant male in him.

Holding her head tightly so she couldn’t back away he began to really fuck her mouth hard.

 

This was completely different from her sucking his cock.

Then she had control of how fast and deep his cock went into her mouth, but now he was in charge, and he needed her to take as much of his cock into her mouth as humanly possible.

 

Once again May knew exactly what she was doing, during her long sexual life, she had mastered many sexual techniques.

 

The one she would call upon now, was ‘deep throating’.

It involved simply breathing through the nose, and suppressing the gag reflex.

Both techniques she had mastered years ago.

 

As he fucked his cock into her mouth, he could feel it going in deeper and deeper, until it was going right down her throat.

 

He could hear her apparently choking on his cock, but instead of making him ease up, her noises of distress prompted him to fuck her mouth even deeper.

At one stroke, he could feel his balls pressed up hard against her lips.

Her submissiveness triggered a deep primal alpha male response in his hind brain, and all he could think about was making her submit to him totally.

 

He suddenly came to his senses, and pulled his cock completely out of her mouth.

He fell to his knees in front of her, and pulled her into his arms.

 

‘God May I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing there for a minute.

I could have chocked you to death, please forgive me.’

He blurted out in distress.

 

May knelt on the floor with her head down, the force of his fucking had loosened her hair so much that it had fallen down around her like a golden cape.

 

She wasn’t the least bit hurt, but it wouldn’t do John any harm to remember that she was just a fragile little girl when she needed to be.

 

He was frantically untying her hands and kissing her face.

‘It’s OK dear, I just had trouble breathing for a second.

I think I bit off more than I could chew with your big cock,’ she said in a timorous voice.

 

He held her tightly to him, and promised to do whatever she asked, if she would forgive him.

‘You can help me sort out my hair if you like, you seem to have well and truly fucked it,’ she said with a laugh.

 

His relief at her joke was enormous, and he was soon gathering up her long golden tresses, and using the belt, tying it back into a giant ponytail for her.

 

 

She got back up onto her bed and knelt so that she was facing the full length mirror.

She told him if he wanted to make it up to her, he could give her cunt a good hard fucking from behind.

 

He was only too pleased to do this, and standing behind her he guided his cock between her cunt lips and deep inside her.

She was wet and hot, and soon he was fucking her harder and harder.

The sight of her little naked bum shaking with the force of his thrusts, spurred him on to greater efforts.

 

‘Look in the mirror, John,’ she gasped between thrusts.

He hadn’t noticed the mirror until he looked up from her arse, and saw himself fucking a naked woman, who was kneeling in front of him with her bum in the air.

 

This was the first time he was able to observe himself fucking May, and she had positioned herself, so he could see her large naked breasts bouncing wildly with every stroke of his cock.

 

He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and it was him that he was looking at.

 

Arse fucking

 

‘I need you to get the Vaseline John she said as he slowed down.

I want you up my bum as soon as possible.

 

He pulled his cock out of her cunt and walked over to the drawer, he returned with the jar.

Without needing to be told dipped his finger in it, and started to lubricate her bum hole as he had done previously.

 

This time however he knew he would be fucking May up the arse, and his fingers were shaking in anticipation, as he pushed them deep into her bum.

 

‘I want you to get my vibrator from the bottom drawer now, and use it to stretch my bum hole, ready for your big cock.

 

He fetched the vibrator, and found that by twisting the base he could control the level of vibration it produced.

 

He rubbed some Vaseline on the end of it, and carefully inserted it into her little anus.

She wriggled her bum as he did so to assist its entry, and soon he had pushed it halfway up her bum.

 

She then asked him to gently rotate it in her bum, to stretch her as much as possible.

The sight of it sticking out of her arse really got him hard, and he couldn’t wait to pull out the vibrator, and replace it with his hot cock.

 

Her bum hole was now a lot bigger than it was before he had used the vibrator, and he found that when he pulled it out, he could get three fingers up her bum.

 

May asked him to gently insert his cock, and commence her arse fucking.

Even with the stretching and the Vaseline, she gave an involuntary grunt as his knob entered her bum hole.

 

He could feel her little arsehole gripping him tightly, as he gently moved his cock in and out.

He increased his strokes gradually, until his balls were slapping against her cunt, and she was taking every inch of cock up the bum.

 

This was very different from fucking a woman’s cunt, a cunt was designed to be fucked.

A woman’s bum needed lots of lubricant, to enable her to take it up the arse without too much discomfort.

 

John knew from listening to the sexual conversations at work, that very few women indeed, permitted their men to fuck them up the arse.

He had never yet heard of any woman, who actually enjoyed the experience.

 

John considered himself amazingly lucky to have met a woman who not only permitted it, but loved it.

 

Once he had got a good rhythm going, he could look up from her bum, and again he could see himself and what he was doing to May.

When he was fucking her cunt she had been on all fours, and he could see her lovely big tits swaying as he fucked her.

 

When she was taking it up the arse she had her head turned to one side and flat against the bed.

This presented her arse to him at a comfortable angle for her, and he noticed her eyes were shut as he fucked her up the bum, as hard as he could.

 

May was in heaven, at last she was getting a really good arse fucking.

She could feel Johns big cock stretching her hole wide, and the feel of his big balls slapping against her cunt was driving her into a multiple orgasm.

 

John heard her starting to moan, and saw that she was thrusting her arse back towards his cock, as hard as he was thrusting into her.

‘I’m coming John she gasped, I’m coming for you my darling boy.’

 

Suddenly he felt her hot cunt juices flowing over his balls.

Fucking her arse had made her cunt come, and soon she was in the midst of a raging orgasm.

 

He found that once started, he only had to gently move his cock in and out of her arse, for her orgasms to continue one after the other until at last she begged him to stop.

He pulled his cock out of her bum, and she collapsed onto the bed.

Her arsehole was gaping wide, and she was shuddering with her orgasms even though he was out of her.

 

He was hot and sweaty, after such a marathon fuck.

While May lay naked on the bed, and shuddered through her orgasms, he took the opportunity to have another drink of wine.

As he sipped it, he tried to make sense of what had happened so far.

 

He had just finished buggering his Aunt Mabel, his mum’s friend who was actually older than his mum.

He was at this moment in time, watching her lying naked on the bed in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

 

This morning he had woken up as a virgin, with little or no chance that his situation would change in the near future.

 Now he was a real man at last, and had fucked a woman’s mouth, cunt and arse.

 

It was only 6pm of the same day, and he thought he could be excused for being a bit shell shocked over all this, no matter how fantastic it had been.

 

Being an eighteen year old engineer, he was well aware of the theorectical side of sex.

He had seen the girlie magazines, and had been to visit one of his older friends who had a DVD.

He had watched enthralled as porn stars had been fucked every way possible to human beings.

 

He had simply not believed, that those sort of things happened in real life. Did his dad fuck his mum, the way he had just fucked May?

He didn’t think so for a minute.

Obviously they had made love, otherwise he would not be here.

However to think of his mum taking it up the arse, the way that May did was almost blasphemous.

 

On the other hand, he clearly remembered seeing his mum writhing naked on her bed with a vibrator thrust up her bum.

At the time, he hadn’t known about orgasms.

Now with hindsight, he realised that she had been coming due to anal sex.

 

What would mum say if she found out, would she be disgusted with him, or would she blame May for ‘corrupting’ her little boy.

May was sixty years old for fucks sake.

Mrs. Wainwright who lived a few doors down from this very flat, was sixty as well.

 

He had heard his mum talking about her, and how she suffered with her feet.

The poor old lady went everywhere with a little wheeled trolly, to help steady her as she walked.

 

Would he fuck her if she offered?

He didn’t think so for a moment, so why was he fucking this sixty year old woman?

What was different about May?

 

He decided as he drank the wine, that she was one of the lucky special people that simply do not conform to the rest of humanity.

He remembered seeing an eighty year old man, completing the London Marathon this year.

 

He couldn’t run a marathon now, let alone when he was eighty.

Yes, May was special, and he was fantastically lucky to have met her.

His dad always said ‘ Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

‘He wouldn’t look May in the mouth, but he would probably be fucking her in the mouth in the near future.

 

May had finally ceased her orgasms, and had become aware of John sitting on the bedside chair drinking his wine.

She got up from the bed, and walked over towards him.

He studied her as she approached, yes she was special, she walked like an athlete.

 

Although only five foot tall, she was perfectly proportioned, apart from her breasts which were really a little too big for her frame.

Her stomach was flat, with a hint of muscle showing when she tensed it. The rest of her body was smooth and silky, and it was topped by a beautiful heart shaped face, with lovely blue eyes.

 

He had seen all these parts of her before, but his was the first time he had appreciated the whole of her.

 

With her hair tied in a pony tail behind her she looked very similar to any other blond.

The only clue to her unique hair, was the thick golden triangle of her pubes.

He knew that for her to go from beautiful to stunning, it only required her to let down her golden hair completely.

So as to form her own magic cloak.

Yes she was special, she was unique and she was his.

 

May poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on John’s lap.

He had gone soft, so she didn’t run the risk of impaling herself on his cock.

‘How is my sexy man feeling?’ she asked, as she put an arm around his shoulders for support.

 

John found his mouth only inches from her nipple, and taking a sip of his cold wine he placed his lips around it and sucked.

The shock of his cold mouth on her nipple made her squeal, and wiggle her naked bottom against his cock.

It suddenly came back to rampant life, and May found herself sitting on a hot cock.

 

Sitting on cock

 

To get more comfortable she raised her bottom, only to find when she lowered herself back down onto his lap, that his cock was slipping smoothly up her arsehole again.

She found the sensation very comforting, and with a contented sigh relaxed and took another sip of her wine.

 

John actually found that having May sitting on his cock, was strangely more erotic, than when he was fucking her up her arse.

He asked her why he felt this, and she replied that it could be because outwardly she was just sitting on his lap, albeit naked.

In reality his big cock was secretly up her arse.

 

She told him a story about herself, when she was a young girl, and was with a boyfriend.

He had come around her mother’s house to visit her, and in those days they would go into the parlour for a bit of privacy.

However, her mother would make a point of popping in at odd times, just to keep an eye on them to ensure no hanky panky went on.

 

One time, she confessed to John, her boyfriend had got his cock out and asked her to suck it.

She was too afraid to do this, as her mother might come in at any second and catch her on her knees.

May suggested instead, that as she was wearing a full skirt as the fashion of the times demanded, she could take off her knickers and sit on his lap.

 

He agreed to the compromise, and she slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag.

She then lowered herself onto his cock, which slipped up her cunt easily as she was wet and juicy in anticipation.

 

The reason that she remembered this occasion after all those years, was that her mother came into the room and saw her sitting on her boyfriends lap listening to the radio.

She asked her boyfriend if he wanted a cup of tea and some biscuits, and then went to fetch them.

 

Her mother then returned with the snack and joined them for a while, listening to the radio, before she went back into the kitchen to tidy up.

All the while they were chatting innocently to her mother, she was sitting with his big cock stuck up her cunt.

Secrecy was so erotic.

By the time her mother left the room, her cunt juice had soaked the front of his trousers.

He had to leave the house when her mother was elsewhere, so she wouldn’t see the damp patch around his crotch.

 

‘Would you like me to visit you in a long dress and no knickers,’ she whispered to John seductively.

‘I could sit on your lap in front of your mum and dad, and you could slip your big cock deep into my cunt, without them noticing.

Would you like that? I can feel that your cock would.’

 

Indeed his cock was very interested in the story, and had swollen even bigger than it had been.

May stood up and turned to face him.

Straddling him, she again lowered herself onto his lap, and again his cock slid up her bum.

 

Putting her hands on the back of his chair, she started to bounce her arse on his cock.

Her breasts were right in front of his eyes, and he watched in delight as they bounced and shook in front of him.

She could feel his big hard cock, impaling her arse with every bounce.

 

Retelling that true story while John’s cock was up her arse, had really turned her on in a big way.

Soon she was hit by an orgasm, that made her squeal in ecstasy.

John watched her face as she came for him.

He could tell that she was in a separate world of pure pleasure, and he was proud that he was the one that transported her there.

 

May had to stop, her arse was throbbing and getting a bit sore from all the fucking.

She had come all over John’s bollocks, and his pubic hairs were sticky and matted.

 

‘I think we both need a bath, instead of a shower,’ she declared firmly.

 

 

Her flat had a large bathroom, as well as the big shower cubicle in which they had first become intimate; there was also a standard bathtub in the corner.

May walked naked into the bathroom, and he waited expecting to hear her running the water for them.

He heard nothing so got up and walked into the bathroom.

 

He was surprised to see her sitting naked in the bath, without any water in it.

‘Come and join me,’ she invited.

He stepped into the bath, and sat down facing her.

May straddled him so that her cunt was over his balls, and gently rubbed his cock.

‘Why isn’t there any water?’ he asked.

 

’Because I am going to make my own,’ she replied mischievously.

She told him that she was going to show him what she had seen a Hong Kong whore do on stage years ago, when she was visiting there.

She instructed him to close his eyes and relax, she was going to wash all the sticky come from his cock and balls.

 

John closed his eyes and relaxed, as he felt her stand up in the bath over him.

He could feel her pouring lovely hot water over his tender cock and matted pubic hair.

His wine fuddled brain was slow to register the fact, that the taps were not turned on.

 

He opened his eyes a crack, and was astounded to see that May was peeing on his cock.

From where he sat, he could clearly see her pee coming from her cunt, and splashing all over his balls.

He had never seen a woman pee before, and certainly not from this angle.

 

‘Do you like that,’ she asked.

‘It feels strange but nice,’ he admitted after a few seconds thought,           ‘Why are you peeing on me?’  

‘Most couples fuck each other in various ways, but never see each other pee.

It’s a private thing, and I want you to see me pee.’ She explained.

 

‘Fair enough,’ he said, ‘ would you like to see me pee as well?’

‘I thought you would never ask,’ she replied with a smile.

‘ My bum is a bit sore and could do with some hot water.’ She explained.

She knelt down in the bath, with her bum in the air.

John knelt behind her, and gently parted her bum cheeks so he could see her slightly swollen anus.

 

He found that with all the wine he had drank, his bladder was uncomfortably full.

With a sigh of relief he relaxed, and started to pee over her bum.

His water poured over her anus, and ran down between her legs.

Soaking her golden pubic hairs, and pouring onward into the bath.

From his perspective, it looked like she was peeing herself.

 

She suddenly turned around in the bath to face him.

This allowed him to pee directly over her golden triangle, and he noticed that she was watching in rapt attention, as his pee poured out of the hole in the end of his cock and soaked her cunt.

 

She told him that her peeing on him, was called a golden shower.

She said that some couples even liked to watch their partners having a poo.

She however drew the line at that, and hoped that he wouldn’t want to watch her when she next had a poo.

 

He assured her that the thought of watching someone poo, didn’t turn him on at all.

However as she brought the subject of poo up, he was pleasantly surprised that during the ferocious arse fucking, she had received from him that there was thankfully no sign of any mess.

 

She explained that there were two important steps to good anal sex.

One she had already mentioned, was lots of lubrication.

The other was not so widely spoken of due to the taboo about talking of poo.

Before a woman allows her partner to fuck her up the arse, she should always give herself a soapy hot water enema.

 

This cleans her bum out completely, and that is why you often see porn stars sucking a man’s cock, immediately it has been pulled out of her arse.

Her bum is just as clean as her cunt, so she doesn’t mind sucking his cock straight from her bum. 

 

She confessed that knowing he was coming to see her, she had ensured she was clean for him.

‘Did you hope I would end up fucking your arse?’ he asked,

‘Oh yes John, I really hoped we would end up as lovers, and so we are,’ she replied hugging him tightly.

 

‘Now we are both covered in pee, we can take a shower,’ she said.

She took his hand, and led him into the shower.

Soaping and sucking

 

Turning it on they both stood still for a while, to allow the water to run between their legs and wash away the pee.

She said that as she had peed on him first, it was up to her to soap his cock and balls so as to make sure he was lovely and clean.

 

Taking a handful of soapy liquid she rubbed it all over his cock and around his balls.

She pulled his foreskin back, and soaped his knob thoroughly.

Needless to say, this attention brought his cock back to full rigidity.

 

Once she had rinsed the soap off, she knelt down on the shower base and covered the end of his cock with her mouth.

May sucked gently on his cock, and then ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls.

She very gently sucked each of his balls into her mouth, and rolled them around with her tongue.

When she stood up, he was rampant and raring to go again.

 

He demanded that he be allowed to soap her, as that was one of his fantasies.

Using lots of soap he rubbed it all over her large soft breasts.

He paid particular attention to her nipples, until they stood out like red strawberries.

 

Telling her to open her legs for him, he rubbed plenty of soap into and around her hairy cunt.

Then he asked her to turn around and bend over for him.

Again he took a good handful of soap, and rubbed it between her bum cheeks and up her bum hole.

 

Her arse was still well stretched from his cock, and he could slip his finger up her bum easily.

This was how he had envisioned being in a shower with a naked woman. Lots of soaping, and sucking of cocks, and cunts.

The world made sense again, as far as he was concerned.

 

They finally got out of the shower and dried themselves in the bedroom. It was getting late and May knew she would have to send him home soon. Before she let him go however, she wanted to give him a final image to remember.

 

 

 

He also knew it was time to go, and was a bit disappointed when May told him to get dressed.

She also dressed in her usual loose top shorts and floppy hat.

When they were both dressed, instead of leading him downstairs as he expected, she led him over to the bed.

 

Mouthful of cum.

 

‘You have to go now,’ she said quietly, ‘but before you go I want to give you an image to keep with you.

I am usually dressed like this, so you will see me more like this than naked.

 

The next time you see me talking to your mum, or chatting to you in front of others, you can picture me this way’.

She knelt down in front of him, and took his cock out of his pants.

It had gone limp in disappointment, but sucking it into her mouth, she soon got it back to its usual readiness.

 

‘I’m going to suck your cock until you come, and when you do you are going to squirt your cum into my mouth, and all over my face.

He had seen this on many a blue movie, and had always wanted to do that to a woman.

She smiled up at him, and began to wank his cock in front of her face.

 

Looking down at her, he could see her beautiful heart shaped face smiling at him, as she rubbed his cock.

With her other hand, she started to massage his balls, and at the same time took his swollen knob deep into her mouth and sucked it hard.

His cock had been teased all evening, and it was ready to explode with his semen.

 

She heard his tell tale breathing, that warned of the coming explosion.

‘Watch me when you come,’ she demanded, and wanked him even harder.

‘I can’t hold it any longer,’ he gasped desperately.

‘Come for me my darling boy, come in my mouth and over my face.

I want you to remember my face, covered in your cum.’

 

She held his cock tightly, pointing towards her open mouth, and stuck her tongue out.

With a loud cry, he shot a stream of hot creamy cum out of his cock.

She directed it onto her tongue, and into her mouth.

 

His next big squirt, she aimed directly between her eyes.

It ran down her face either side of her nose, and into her open mouth to join the first load.

By this time his legs had gone weak at the knees, and he was leaning on her shoulders to keep upright.

His last and final squirt, she caused to splatter across both her cheeks.

He stood there gasping in relief; as his balls were at last mercifully empty.

 

He watched as she rubbed his knob all over her face, and watched her tongue lick the drops of cum from the end of his cock.

She opened her mouth for him, and he could see that it was full of his cum.

 

Looking him straight in the eyes she slowly, and deliberately, swallowed all his cum and licked her lips. 

She knelt before him, with her face completely covered in his cum, and smiled at him.

 

‘Remember this John, this is our secret, the next time I am talking to your parents and I see you, I will lick my lips like this.

You will know, that I am remembering licking your cum from my face, and swallowing it.

 

You will also know, that I want you to bend me over in front of them, pull down my knickers, and fuck my cunt as hard as you can.

I will be looking at you and talking to you normally, but I will be wanting your big cock in my mouth, cunt and arse and don’t you ever forget it.

 

I tell you this because women can always tell when a man wants them, they only have to look at his cock.

Just as I looked at yours, when we first met.

The sight of my tits, made you hard if you remember.

Men cannot tell just by looking at us if we want them badly.

Know that I want you, every time I see you.’

 

So saying she stood up, and gave him a deep tonguing kiss.

He could taste his own cum in her mouth, and loved it.

May reached down, and after giving his now limp cock a tender kiss, tucked it into his pants for him.

 

She walked him to the door, and after another passionate kiss, waved to him as he walked back to his house.

When he had disappeared from sight, she closed the door and went back up to her bedroom.

 

She lay on the bed fully dressed, her face was still sticky from his cum. Closing her eyes, she went through all that had transpired that day.

She decided that it had been a great day, and although every hole was sore, she relished the discomfort, as it meant she was no longer alone in the world.

 

To be continued.

My Chinese Babe

OrionAlpha on Sex Stories


This is honestly my 1st story online within here. Thus, I do hope it works out to sound good, or at least semi-good. Please tell me your opinions to my writing.

Here is a true story from about 2 years ago, when I had a Chinese lady, from Peking. She was 27 years old & I was then 35 years of age. She stood only on her toes however upto 5 feet even. I'm 8 inches taller than her.

I had met her upon the InterNet in one of the chat areas. We became true friends first. After a while, when it was starting to come into mid-Fall of 2005. Her name was Soo-ling. She was here in Canada perking-up on her English to learn it better so that she could obtain a better job when back home in Peking. After about almost 1 year of chatting with her online off and on I asked her if she woul

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d like to come over to visit me where I lived, face-to-face. It took her several days to think about a yes or a no about visiting, as there are other places here in Canada, not to mention America that are literal both Historical Landmarks & actually 3 of the 7 Major biggest & Best places to see that have been in existance for literally thousands of years. I live about 10 Blocks away from Niagara Falls itself and when the winds are right in blowing, I can actually hear it flowing. One of God's most spectacular creations within this entire world is Niagara Falls, Canada.

She was over in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada & she told me that she would come here flying into Toronto and then take a bus down to the Falls, as its a 2 hour drive around Lake Ontario to here, from Toronto to Niagara Falls. Here is just PART of 1 thing that happened on her last day before she had to fly back to Vancouver, BC. We were in that last evening together going to head out to have dinner at a resteraunt in whatever part of the city, yet that was still undecieded. Yet we both had realized that both of us needed a shower and it was yet to be done. I was drastically in love with her and she knew it full well. I told her I was heading toward the shower I needed, as I was rather "sweaty" from our earlier fun in the apartment mixed with our literal walk to see the Falls itself.

I had thought I was going to get the shower quick and fast, then we could go out and obtain dinner. But I obtained a rather big surprise from her. I was in the bathroom already just about to get into the shower. She snuck into the bathroom and jumped me from behind.

I at that time didn't have any carpets in my bathroom. When she jumped me, she hit me hard and I literally fell to the ground spiralling down to the ground in a 180-degree spin, landing on my back. Both she & I however were fast enough to not land hard. I was on my back and she had her feet upon the ground already so as not to land hard. She slowly kissed me upon my face, and yet even though she was still dressed she made my penis rise to half-mast.

She took off her t-shirt and the only thing below that was her half-bra. For her height, she was literally spilling over her bra as she was a 35B in size there. I kissed her again before she could do anything else, still staying lying on my back there. Things with us slowed down drastically in speed. I went to take the rest of her clothes off but she quickly pulled her skirt off as well as un-clipping the front of her bra.

I saw her tits and gave her a big smile. Both she & I were fully nude, with she sitting on me and my penis looking like a flag-pole with its flag 3/4 risen & still rising. She went and grabbed my cock and started pumping slowly. All the while she was slowly however starting to speed up in her pumping of my penis. She literally spit on it to allow increase to the speed of the pumping, yet increase my hardness, which it did.

I grabbed her tits with my hands and twisted her nipples with a pinch to them. She gave out a "Ohhh" in sound, with a smile, and I rose my back towards her cunt. My pre-cum was starting to cum out of my penis and it helped her in deciding where to put it. She faced my face and with a smile put it inside her eagerly waiting lips. I was kissing her breasts off and on, yet still pinching her nipples. Then she came downwards with my dick inside her and at that same time I moved my waist upwards to put it almost 3 inches inside her cunt.

I pulled out where spot where my dick was almost out of her then we both went in a dual motion in towards each other, allowing my penis to go further yet inside her. Both she & I let out a loud grown. She was at the spot I could see where she was well past going to hit her time where there was no turning back. I felt the same way inside my penis as I started to feel my dick start to harden. Yet I tried to pull back and literally stop us both from cumming.

I pushed fully into her, as she had a fully shaved cunt. It caused her to scream in excitement and my penis felt the same as it was too hard to turn back myself. I went in & out of her cunt only twice more. As if further time as I literally knew that I couldn't do it any more further. After going fully up to the hilt, I leaned up and pulled her towards me in a dramatic hug, so as if she could almost go behind me with it. My cum exploded inside her. It went all the way back inside her to her back and upwards inside.

We did that the 1st time a Long, Hard, Deep way. Then the 2nd was just as hard. The 3rd was just barely a smaller amount lower and the 4th was smallest yet felt the best. As I kept my dick inside her. We started kissing again when we were still in contact and it didn't stop for over 30 minutes, all of it was on the floor... As both our mixed cum liquids had come outside and down my hips. She eventually came out and cleaned herself & I even got that shower I was going to take, and I was even alone in it.

After going out to dinner & returning, then... Well... "That" I suppose is another story however... I will give more after if people think my story is good.

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The young and the beautiful

davidj on Sex Stories

Susie is 14 and loves masturbatring and has been for about 4 years. I have since learned she has had a couple of sexual adventures with boys her own age so is not a virgin but has never enjoyed a bigger boy or man.

I had noticed her a few times going for walks after school and coming home just on dusk, always on her own and always carrying a small backpack.

I decided one day to follow her and see where she went. It turned out she headed for some woods nearby and I followed her so far before she dissapeared. I realised she had gone deeper into the woods off the path so I waited for a while and then quietly began to sneak through the woods looking for where she may be and what she ws doing. There were no other people about.

It took me about 20 minutes to locate her and i

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t was only because I saw clothing hanging in a tree. I crept up closer and there she was in a little clearing stark naked and using a dildo to masturbate herself. It was a beautiful sight and I immediately became aroused at the pleasure she was obviously giving herself. I could hear the low buzzing sound of the dildo as it vibrated as she rubbed it around her vagina and clitoris. She was laying down on a blanket, with her eyes closed and really enjoying the pleasure she was applying to her cunt and clit. Occasionally she gave a little shudder and a moan as she pleasured herself with her dildo. 

I wasnt quite sure what to do, surprise her or make a noise to let her know somebody was nearby.

I decided to undress and start to masturbate myself and not disturb her as she was obviously having a lot of fun and pleasure. I didnt want to scare her off. I watched from behind a tree and wanked myself at the same time. She didnt take too much longer to reach her orgasm and it was a very intense one and she bucked her hips up and down and drove the didldo into herself as she enjoyed the pleasure of imagining a man inside her filling her with cum and I could hear her talking to herself as the spasms of her orgasm excited her body all over. She obviously had done it often to enjoy it so much.

As she enjoyed her pleasure I stopped wanking and watched and I moved to try and get a better view as she was now sitting up. in the process I stood on a branch and it made a noise she heard and she quickly lay down and rolled on her stomach. I remained still and she waited for a couple of minutes then stood  up and looked in my direction and obviously the tree was not big enough to conceal me and she saw me. She sang out come out I can see you. Dont do anything or I will scream. I stood still until she came closer and she recognised me and said what are you doing here.

I said I followed you and have been watching you. She said do you always get around naked to spy on people. I said No but I couldnt help myself watching you enjoy masturbating yourself and I couldnt control the urge to do it as well.

She said how long have you been watching, and I said long enough. I followed you from your place and lost you here for a while but when I saw you I didnt want to scare you. She said seeing I know you sort of I think I can trust you. Come over here and let me see your cock, it looks nice from here.  

I joined her on the blanket and she told me to sit down and she asked me my name and how old I was and we talked about where we lived and small talk for a minute before she said your cock is all soft, I liked it better when it was harder.

She came closer to me and took my cock in her hand and it immediately got hard and she giggled a bit as it swelled in her hand and reached its full 7 inch length. She said I havnt seen one this big so close and never touched one as big as this before. I said how many cocks have you touched and she said about 3 boys a few times. She asked me ho many girls I had fucked and I told her two. She told me she had sex with three boys a couple of time but they were only small compared to me. I havnt been with a man naked or had sex with one before. She stroked it and looked at it and ran her hand over it and said it looks nice, how often do you masturbate and I said most days. She said so do I but its hard at home to use my dildo because of the noise it makes. She had started to slowly stroke my cock as I do when I masturbate and she asked me if I like that. I said I did. Then she surprised me and said how would you like to fuck me. I said I would really like to - but are you sure you want me to. She said yes, I would like to see what you feel like inside me, I have never had anything as big as that up me, it would be good to try it.

I said what about a condom, I dont have one and she said dont worry I can look after myself, I said are you sure and she said yes, I know my cycle and I am safe for a day or two so we can do it.

She lay down and positioned herself with her legs pulled back and spread wide so I could kneel between her open legs and guide my cock into her cunt. I said are you ready and she said I cant wait.

I guided the head of my cock to the lips of her quite wet vagina, it was sort of glistening when she spread her legs and it opened for me to pop my cock in. She had obviously manicure her hair as it was very short and in a srip above her vagina. I said I like your hair do, its pretty. She said a few girls ar school all do it like this and some have other shapes.  I had the head of my cock in betwen the folds of her labia, and it felt warm and wet and great. I looked st my cock now half into her and how the folds of her labia were tightly wrapped around it. I said ready for me and she said I cant wait, I can feel it there so go into me. I slowly pushed my cock into her and it slipped in easily but she was still firm and tight. Slowly I lowered myself down onto and into her and she put her legs around my waist and pulled me right down into her and she sighed with the sensation and pleasure of me being right up inside her. Oh hell she said that feel magnificent, I am really going to enjoy this, I have never felt anything as good as you inside me, it feels fantastic. My cunt feels really tight, I can feel it gripping your cock and it is fantasic. Now fuck me slowly and let me see waht it feels like, so far it feels so much better than tose skiny cock boys I have had fuck me.

I began to slowly pump my cock up and down and she moaned softly with the sensation she had never had or enjoyed before. As I pumped myself into her getting harder and faster slowly  she played with her clit for a minute and said god this feels fantastic. I quickened my pace going down hard into her and he body shook with the vigeous pumping and her tiny tits began to shake a bit, not that she had much but her nipples were hard and very pink and the flesh of her breasts firm and raised far enough to be young tits, rather than just a chest. She obviously was relaxed and quite happy for us to be fucking like this. She had no fear or concern about me doing it to her and being so much older than her.

After about three or four mintues of me fucking her she said lets try it with me on top, I have watched girls on the porno sites do it like that and it looks great. I pulled out and my cock was covered in her cunt juice all wet and juicy. I lay down and she got over me and faced me and slowly lowered her cunt over my cock and slid it into her and she said this is great, I have never done it like this. She took a minute or two to get the motion right and she was soon pounding her cunt up and down on my cock and giving me a brief description of how it felt and how much she was enjoying doing it like that. Then she said let me turn around and she pulled me out of her and turned around and I held my cock up for her to slide into herslf again and she began to fuck me and thoroughly enjoy the feeling of my cock inside her. I could see her tiny brown ass hole and I got a finger and touched her there and whether it was accidental or not it slipped into her ass down to the first knuckle. Oh shit she said that feels unbelieveable, I manipulated my finger in her ass as she pounded her cunt up and down on my cock for another few minutes. My guess is we had been fucking now for about 10-12 mintes and I have never enjoyed a fuck like it ever before - she was fantastic - and 14. I could not believe a girl that young could be so competent. Two of the girls or women I had fucked before more or less just lay there and let me go. Once I came it was all over but with her she was the star performer and I was enjoying every moment of her giving both of us a great deal of plasure connected as we were through or cock and cunt. I thought I have never even kissed this girl and we are fucking like old friends. The longer she went the more I realised she was doing all the fucking and enjoying herslf immencly and all I was doing was providing her with a nice hard cock.

After a while she said lets gets back the way we started, I am getting a bit tired. She got up off me and lay down and as she spread her legs for me to reenter her I could see her cunt wide open where my cock had been and the pink wet flesh inside her tunnel of love.  I couldnt control myself and before I sliped my cock back into her I bent down and kissed her gaping vagina getting the mix of our lovemaking on my tongue. She ghasped with the sensation and half sat up. Oh god she said I loved that. I said well maybe we can try that later. She said I have never done that or sucked a boy either. I said lets not get too hasty lets leave something for later. She said I cant wait.

I went back into her and placed her legs back onto my shoulders opening her wide, and began to pump myself hard and fast into her, I needed to get a bit worked up as I had just been laying there as she did all the work, now it was my time to finish her off.

She lay there and pretty quickly I could see the sweat and the concetration on her face begin to kick in with her as my arousal began to rise and I could feel her cunt really rubbing my cock up to an approachiong orgasm. I said how close are you and she said pretty close and I said get ready and then really pumped myself into her hard and fast and you could hear the slap as our bodies met and my cock burried itself deep inside her. Then she said oh Daddy, Oh Daddy fill me up, put that cum deep inside me- fill me with that hot cock juice, I want it do it now and give me a baby please. I was close and as she began to squirm and moan with her orgasmic pleasure my cock spurted hot and creamy cum deep into her cavity and filled her body with the baby juice she was calling for. I kept going and pretty soon the pounding of my cock in her cum filled vagina started to make cream I was going so hard. I couldnt remember a better finish to any fuck I had done before. Her calling me to fill her was amazing and I thought what the hell is this Daddy thing - surely her father has not had sex with her.

I was spent and we were both ghasping for breath, it had been a fantasic and vigerour fuck and we were both gulping down huge lung fulls of air and her chest was heaving as I looked at her now bright red nipples. I leant over and kissed one and she let out a huge moan with the pleasure it gave her.

We lay ther for ages getting over it and talking about how good it was and how much she wanted me to do it again and again. I said look its getting dark and there are a few mozzies about and if you get bitten on some of these bare spots somebody may ask how. She stood up and some of my cum ran down her legs. She said look at me, full of baby juice. I said I hope you dont think I am your Daddy when you were calling out and she said no- its something she heard another girl use on the porn sites and it just came out - there is no way she would even let her father see her half naked let alone fuck her.

We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed and I walked he rout of the woods and toward her home. She could not stop telling me about how good it felt and was and how she wanted me to meet her again and do it all over again.

I promised it would not be the last time we did that and any time she wanted me to I would - depite the age difference of 10 years.

Fortunately she never fell pregnant even though she was unprotected the first few times as we couldnt keep away from each other. I arranged for her to get the oral contraceptive soon after so we could fuck as often and at any time we wished - and we did.

For the next 6 months we met as often as we could, which was at least once a week and often more frequently and we expanded our sex to include just about anything that was possible. We were lovers in every sense. The only thing that was too painful was anal and even though we tried it a few timea with lubricant etc it was always too painful for her. I will descibe the full seduction of Suzie to oral and other sexual depravities we performed on each other in a later episode. 

The Satyr and the Nympho

Brigit Astar on Sex Stories

“So I’m abnormal. I’m a freak,” Danny Deveno said as he lay on the couch in the consulting room.  

 

“No, no. You’re not a freak,” Dr. Betty Baslur replied, “and you’re not abnormal.”

 

“Well, what would you call me? I mean, what I have, what my problem is, isn’t it freaky, isn’t it abnormal?”

 

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3">“What you have, Mr. Deveno, what your problem is, is abnormal, yes. But you yourself are not abnormal.”

 

“Well, what is it, anyway? I mean, what’s wrong with me, what’s the term for it?”

 

Dr. Baslur shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. She sat alongside of the head of the couch, not facing Danny but close enough to him to maintain contact. She was in her late twenties with short blonde hair and blue eyes, full-bodied with a plump butt and full rounded breasts.

 

“First of all, let me tell you that the term abnormal is a relative term,” Dr. Baslur said. “What it means is something not average, typical or usual, something deviating from a standard. Now, in your case, there are two problems, and they are abnormal, but that’s not to say that they’re freaky.”

 

“Well, that’s all well and good, Doctor, but what exactly is it? What’s wrong with me?”

 

“As I said, there are two abnormal problems. One is erectile dysfunction, and the other is satyriasis.”

 

“Say what? Satyr who? What is that?”

 

“Satyriasis is a pathological term,” Dr. Baslur said. “It simply means abnormal, uncontrollable sexual desire in men. It’s also called satyromania.”

 

“Hmm—uncontrollable sexual desire,” Danny said. “Well, yeah, I have to admit, I do have that. Is there any cure for it?”

 

“No, there’s no cure, but there is treatment.”

 

“Well, what about the other problem—what did you call it? Erect malfunction?”

 

“Erectile dysfunction. That’s a medical term. What it is is that you experience an almost constant erection.”

 

“Well, yeah, I do. So is there a cure for that?”

 

“Again, there is no cure for satyriasis or for erectile dysfunction, but there is treatment.”

 

“Well, Doctor, the thing is, it’s not just my problem. It’s my wife’s too. Thing is, I do have uncontrollable sexual desire, and an almost constant erection, but you see what a problem that is for my wife. I mean I’ve just about, to put it crudely, worn her out. I have to admit, I do have a pretty strong sex drive, and I am erect almost constantly.”

 

“How often do you have relations with your wife?”

 

“Oh, once a day, I guess. The thing is, she has just about cut me off. I don’t blame her, though, because I guess it has been pretty rough on her. But it’s rough for me too. I mean I have this uncontrollable sexual desire, and this almost constant hard-on.”

 

“Yes, I can see. Well, Mr. Deveno, as I said, your condition cannot be cured, but there is treatment. But I want to know if you and your wife have considered the possibility of you perhaps obtaining a surrogate, someone who will provide you with sex.”

 

“You mean, another woman?”

 

“Yes, someone with whom you and your wife would be satisfied.”

 

“No, I’m afraid not. I mean, my wife Pearl, she’d be okay with it, but the problem is, I can’t seem to find anyone who would do it. I mean, I could go out, I guess, and try to pick up someone, but there’s too much risk involved in that, and also, it’s hard for me to do that. I mean, I’m not handsome or athletic, or whatever. I mean, look at me. I’m short, chubby, and bald on top. So, I don’t know.”

 

“Here’s what I want you to do, Mr. Deveno. I want you and your wife to practice oral sex.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Yes. It would be a way for you to relieve yourself. To relieve your uncontrollable sexual desire, and your almost constant erection.”

 

“Well, okay. Pearl, she don’t really—I mean, she’s not really into that—oral sex, that is, but I’ll see what we can do.”

 

“Good. Now do that—tonight and tomorrow, and come back here on Wednesday, and we’ll see how it works out.”

 

“Okay, Doctor.”

 

Wednesday came, and Danny Deveno was back on the couch in the consulting room. Dr. Betty Baslur sat by his head.

 

“Well, Mr. Deveno, how did it go with you and your wife?”

 

“Oh, I did what you suggested, Doctor, and it did relieve me for awhile, but I’m afraid it’s not working.”

 

“Did you practice oral sex with your wife?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What exactly did that entail?”

 

“Well, she practiced it on me, and I practiced it on her.”

 

“So you performed cunnilingus on her, and she performed orally on you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“She sucked you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And did that relieve you?”

 

“Well, yes, but only for awhile.” He moved his hand down on his crotch.

 

“You are erect now,” Dr. Baslar said.

 

“Yeah, I sure am.” He ran his hand over his crotch.

 

“You do have an almost constant erection, don’t you.”

 

“Yeah, it’s hard  all the time.”  He rubbed his crotch.

 

“You do have satyriasis.”

 

He stroked his crotch. “It stays so hard all the time, Doctor.”

 

“Yes, I can see. Well, Mr. Deveno, I must tell you, that I see only one way to relieve you. As I said, there is no cure for your condition, but there is treatment. I suggest we begin that treatment now.”

 

She reached out and clutched his crotch and rubbed it, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

 

“Unhh—ahh Doctor, what are you doing?”

 

“Giving you treatment,” she replied. “You see, Mr. Deveno, you aren’t the only one with a sexual dysfunction. I too have one. Mine is called nymphomania—uncontrollable sexual desire in women.” She stroked his prick. “My but you are stiff—hard as a rock—thick and fat.” She jerked on his cock.

 

“Unhh—god yeah,” he gasped.

 

“Let’s relieve you right now,” she said.

 

She got down on her knees alongside the couch and lowered her head down onto his dick

 

She sucked on his fat cock, bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. He gasped and clutched her head and began pumping his prick in her wet hot sucking mouth.

 

“Ah yeah—suck it!” he cried out. “Suck my dick!”

 

She sucked him fast as he fucked her mouth. “Unhh! Yeah—now! Here it comes!” He hunched up and let her have it. He pissed a stream of sperm in her mouth. She sucked and gulped and swallowed the thick creamy cum. “Unhh—goddamn, yeah,” he panted as she sucked his cum.

 

“Wow—umm, damn, Doctor, that was good,” he wheezed.

 

She got up and sat on the couch. “I think that will relieve you for a bit,” she said.

 

“Yeah, but just for a bit,” he breathed out heavily.

 

“Yes, I can see. You’re already getting hard again. My goodness, you’re stiff already.”

 

It was true. His dick stiffened until it stood up hard and throbbing.

 

“You really do have satyriasis,” she said. “Well, we must continue to treat you.”

She lay down on the couch and pulled him over on top of her. He raked her panties down and off and burrowed down between her legs.

 

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her cunt up, and he dug his dick in her pussy.

 

“Unhh—ah yeah—give it to me,” she grunted. “Ah yeah—fuck me with that fat hard cock.”

 

He thrust up, jamming his stiff prick in her cunt.

 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, thrusting her pussy up to meet his dick.

 

He pumped the meat to her, screwing his cock hard and deep in her cunt.

 

“Ah yeah—fuck yes—now, now!” she gasped. She hunched and bucked and thrashed as he pounded his fat prick in her pussy. “God yes—I’m cuming now!” she cried.

 

“Ah yeah—me too,” he panted. “Here it comes, ah yeah.” He heaved his dick deep in her cunt and spewed a gob of cum.

 

“Unhh—ahh, keep cuming,” she gasped. “Give me all you’ve got—fill me up with fuck.”

 

He empted his balls in her pussy….

 

“Well, Mr. Deveno, that will be your treatment for today. Now I suggest that you continue oral sex with your wife, and I want you to come here for treatment, let’s say three times a week. Come back on Friday.”

 

“Okay, Doctor, I’ll be here—and I’ll be ready,” he replied.

 

“Yes, I know you will. We’ll take care of your satyriasis. As I said, there is no cure for it, but there is treatment. And we’ll treat you very well.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Teacher's Sucking Lips

Brigit Astar on Sex Stories

It was Friday afternoon very near the end of the sixth and final period of the school day. Jeannie Boyce sat at her desk in the classroom and watched the students gathering their books and papers and baggage and getting ready to dash out. The bell finally rang and she watched as the students scrambled and dashed for the door. She noticed that one of the students did not join the scramble. She saw him walk back to the rear of the classroom and open the door of the cloakroom and enter it. She waited at her desk for a few minutes, but the student did not come out of the cloakroom. She walked to the rear of the classroom, hesitated for a bit, and then opened the door and looked in the cloakroom. What she saw startled her to say the least. She saw the student standing there with his cock out st
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roking it. She couldn’t help but see that he had a full erection; his dick stood out hard and thick and throbbing as he stroked it up and down. She stood there speechless as he turned toward her, pointing his rigid prick at her and looking straight at her face as he rubbed his cock. She was at a loss what to do; she finally broke away and walked out of the cloakroom.

Later that day she kicked off her shoes and laid back in an easy chair in her apartment and sipped a drink as she reflected on the week that was. She pursed her lips and nodded in satisfaction. All in all, it had been a good week—far better than she had expected; for she had completed her first week of teaching, and nothing catastrophic had happened; she had made no major foul-ups, and nothing really bad had occurred. Her students were for the most part "okay"; a few were rambunctious, but that was to be expected from ninth graders—most of them fourteen or fifteen years old. Yes, all in all, it went pretty good, she thought, all but the incident of seeing the student in the cloakroom. She smiled wryly. But even that was not a catastrophe or a foul-up. It’s funny, she thought. I suppose I should have reported the boy, or admonished him, or something, but…my goodness, he just stood there, looking at me, and stroking his…Umm—his name is Calvin; fourteen, I guess…he just kept stroking it…thick and stiff for a fourteen-year-old boy—umm Should I report him?…No, not for that…gee, but his—his thing was so thick and stiff—throbbing, straining, and he kept stroking it and pointing it at me—and looking at me.

Her throat and mouth were dry; she gulped and licked her lips; her heart was absolutely thudding, and a fizzy tingling had begun in her pussy and had shot upward to her breasts.

She sighed and wagged her head. Ah—it’s been too long, she thought; too long since I had a…how long? Three months? It’s just that—here I am, in this new position; I don’t know anyone yet—at school or anywhere else—first week of school and teaching and all.

Periodically, through the weekend, she found herself thinking of the student, of his stroking his thick stiff throbbing prick, pointing it right at her, and looking at her as he stroked the cock.

The following Monday she was in the middle of her sixth period class; she had given her students problems to be solved, and they were to raise their hands if they needed help. She saw the boy raise his hand and she walked back to him. He sat in the last row in the rear, his desk behind all the others. She stood over him, and he pointed down on his workbook. I don’t understand how to do this, he said. As she looked down she saw that he had his hand on his crotch and was stroking it. She saw that he had a bulging hard-on.

Toward the end of the sixth period, she passed out graded papers to the students; she walked around the room handing the papers to them. When she walked back to his desk to give him his paper she saw that he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. He looked straight at her as he rubbed his thick stiff throbbing cock.

The bell rang and the students scrambled and dashed for the door—all but Calvin. She noticed that he had made his way to the cloakroom.

Her throat and mouth were suddenly dry; her heart thumped. She got up and walked back to the cloakroom, hesitated, and then opened the door.

The boy stood there stroking his cock. Jeannie looked down at it, and gulped and licked her lips. He walked toward her and tugged his cock up. Jeannie gave out a little gasping sound, and then she went down on her knees, grasped his hips, opened her lips and took in the prick.

The boy clutched her head and drove his dick in her mouth, and she began sucking his cock.

The boy was no virgin; he knew what to do. He let her suck his prick for a few minutes, but he didn’t want to shoot his wad in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her. In just a few minutes, he had her down on the floor and was pumping his cock in her pussy,

Jeannie had her arms and legs wrapped around him and was fucking back at him. She was so wrapped up in the fucking that she failed to hear the door of the cloakroom being opened or see the person who had opened it and had stood there for a few minutes watching. The door closed again.

The next day Jeannie was surprised and alarmed to receive a summons to the principle’s office. She felt a sense of trepidation about it, and wondered what it could be. Maybe an evaluation, she thought.

She entered the office and looked nervously at the principle, Mr. Stone. He was a heavy-set man with a ruddy complexion and a flinty look. He didn’t glare at her but he did fix her with a somber gaze. He stood up from his desk and moved around it and came to within three feet of her. He held a folder.

"Ms. Boyce, I’ve been reviewing your file," he said. "You’ve been teaching here for a week." He closed the folder and pitched it onto the desk.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "This makes my second week."

"And how do you like teaching here?"

"Oh, I like it, sir, it’s great. Everything about it has been good."

"You want to continue teaching here?"

"Why, yes sir. Very much so."

"Well, I’m afraid that may not be possible."

Jeannie quailed back till her rear end touched against the desk. "Wha…what, sir? Uh—I mean—I don’t understand."

"Well, I’ll make it clear to you. Your behavior, your conduct, has been, shall I say, less than becoming. To be specific, you’ve committed an act, which has no grounds for appeal. I refer to your actions with your student in the cloakroom yesterday."

Jeannie’s face blanched and her lower lip dropped. She started to speak, but nothing came out but a stutter.

"Of course, there is no excuse or appeal you can make. Ordinarily, you would be summarily dismissed immediately—terminated, and I don’t have to tell you that it would mark the end of your teaching—anywhere. I would be the one to dismiss you—it’s up to me."

"Mr. Stone—I don’t think—I mean—I—"

"Ms. Boyce, yesterday, when you were in the cloakroom, you didn’t see or notice the door being opened and someone seeing you with the student. That someone was me, Ms. Boyce. I saw you and the student, saw what you were doing. So there’s no need for you to deny it or try to justify it."

She gulped, wagged her head and looked down. There was nothing she could say.

"As I said, Ms. Boyce, it’s up to me, if you are dismissed or not. Now, the way I see it is this: Perhaps something can be worked out. It’s up to you, Ms. Boyce."

"Something can be worked out?"

"Yes, Ms. Boyce. You know what I mean. It can be worked out—here and now."

She saw the way he was looking at her body. She also saw the pointed throbbing bulge in his pants. She then realized what the score was. And she also realized that she really had no choice, and there was no decision to be made anyway. Of course she would acquiesce.

"What…what do you want me to do?" she asked.

He walked over to the door and locked it, and then came back and stood close to her. "You know what to do," he said. He nodded toward her blouse. "The top-and the bottom."

She understood and she complied. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she slid her skirt down. He nodded. "Okay, all the rest too—the top—and the bottom."

She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, and then slid her panties down and off.

Mr. Stone looked at her naked body, and he gave out an "Umm." He reached out and clutched her titties and rubbed and squeezed them. He grasped her behind her legs and lifted and pushed her back onto the desk, and lifted her legs and drew them back. He went down on her, rubbing his mouth on her pussy and sliding his tongue along the slit. He clasped her hips and jammed his tongue in her cunt.

Jeannie gasped at the sensation of his tongue jabbing in her pussy. She thrust her cunt up, pressing it on his mouth.

He slid his tongue out and pulled her forward. He hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He grasped her around her hips and pulled her forward onto his prick.

He drove his thick hard cock up her cunt, digging it in, stuffing it deep. Then he pulled back a few inches and drove it forward again.

Jeannie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist. He then proceeded to fuck her royally.

"Ohh, ahh, unh, ahh," Jeannie gasped and fucked back at him.

He went down on her tits, licking and sucking them as he pumped the meat to her.

"Unh, ahh, ooh—ahh, ummm," Jeannie cooed out as he screwed her cunt.

He gave a mighty heave and crammed his cock in her cunt and let her have it. He squirted a gob of cum deep in her pussy.

Jeannie thrust her cunt up and tightened her muscles. Her pussy sucked on his cock, sucking up his cum.

Jeannie felt good about it. She knew that now she was "protected"; she knew that the principal was on her side, so to speak. She was free - free to suck and fuck, and she intended to do just that.

At the end of the sixth and final period of the school day, Jeannie went to the cloakroom where the fourteen-year-old student had gone. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her mouth. She wrapped her legs around the boy, and he thrust his prick in her cunt. "Ahh - fuck me, boy, fuck your teacher," Jeannie gasped to him, as he pumped his boy cock in his teacher’s pussy. "Ah yeah, umm - so fucking good," she cooed.

He drove his dick up her cunt and squirted his boy cum deep in her pussy. "Ooh yeah - sweet fucking boy, ummm yeah," she panted as he pumped cum in her cunt.

This is great, Jeannie thought. I can suck and fuck every day here at school…and there are dozens of students here - boys with nice stiff cocks just waiting to be sucked and to fuck their teacher. And there’s the principal Mr. Stone also. I’m going to suck him too.

There was a boy in her third period class that she had her eye on. He was fifteen years old, and big and husky for his age. She got him in the cloakroom, and he couldn’t believe his good fortune. His teacher sucked his cock, deep-throating him. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass sticking up and told him to fuck her from behind. He drove his boy cock up his teacher’s rear-end.

Jeannie was in heaven. This is so great, she thought. All the cock I could want is right here in this school. All I could want to fuck me…all the cock I could want to suck.

 

HUSBAND'S FRIEND GAVE ME PLEASURE

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My Husband's Friend



by skyclear











Hello readers, My name is Madhavi and would like to narrate a true story which took place some years back. I was happily married to my husband Satish, and things were moving very well. Satish had a good friend by name of Mahesh, he was tall and medium built and was attractive, he was married to Reena a wonderful good looking woman both Mahesh a

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I took a bit to get ready, as I have changed drastically from a tom-boy, to a mature young adult, who now wears tight cloth

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About the fifth month of these monthly duties, I arrived as scheduled at his place. As he welcomed me into the foyer, he put his hands on my shoulders and said i was going to feel like a woman tonight. He pointed to a pile of clothing on the chair by the bathroom, he told me to go get more comfortable. I brought the clothes into the bathroom, and started to undress. Based on the lingerie I knew I

Baba Sex story

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Myself S.G.Prinz, debuting with my first story, after having reading experience of four years. Please give reply for improvement in writing, n I m a fiction writer and will surely write more.

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A Week Of Good Company - Part 1

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It was a dark and misty night. Eve was alone in her house, as she would be all week. She decided she needed some company in the house over the week. So she called her friend, his name was Franky Fucker. His name said it all. She always had a crush on him, she planned to make her move this week. But there was an issue, because Franky could only be there from Thursday, and Eve needed company all week. So she arranged her friend Jesse to come only on the days that frankly wouldn't be. On Monday, Jesse arrived at Eve's doorstep will everything he needed to stay for the days he would be there. He included a special gift for her, one he know she had wanted for quite a while, he wouldn't tell her what it was but she was pretty sure it was a Double ended dildo. When Jesse showed it to her that ev

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na peru ashok (22) ma intlo naluguram untam nenu mom dad sister.sister hyd lo job memu vijayawad lo untam.mom revati (32) dad mahesh (45).dad farmer mom housewife nenu btech final year..naku sex ante chala istam naku lvr undi tanani bga chala sarlu denganu alage inka girl friends unaru valani kuda apudapdu dengutanu.naku aunty lu ante bga istam valani dengalani bga korikaga undedi...dad roju polam nunchi sayantram intiki vastaru...bga alisipoyi untaru. bga panulu cheyatam vala body bga strong ga untundi dad chese work ki dad sukani ratriputa mom tho anubhavistaru...enta bga pani chestaro anta baga roju amma ni dengutu anubavistaru mom kuda bga coperate chestundi nenu chala sarlu vala sex chusanu ipatiki chustunanu.anam tinagane 1 hour taravata bed room ki veltaru na bed room valaki pakane

Getting Some Trim

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I'm Larry, in my early fifties, in good shape and like most men my age, I "LOVE PUSSY." Especially when it's from a girl 20 years younger. So, let me tell you about a fantasy I have about my young hairdresser.



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Bhai behan ki chudai

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dosto mera nam hai main jo kahani aap ko sona nay jaraha hoon yah aaj say kareeban 1,sal pahlay ki bat hai mera shumar muhalay kay achay larkoon main sab say pahlay no per aata tha. us kiwaja yah thi main kisi ko inkar nahi kar sakta tha mujhay bahar kisi nay dekh liya to foran usay koi na koi kam yaad aajata issi wajha say mera sub kay ghar ana jana rahta tha humaray muhalay ghar kay samnay tahira baji ki femly rahnay aye jin ka figer 38 36 38 tha lekin mainay us waqt koi khas inters nahi liya un kay do batay tha jo kay bohot chotay thay tahira baji ka humaray ghar anna janna shuro hogaya aur oh kisay aur kay ghar jati bhi nahi then hum parosi thae is liyah hum say un ki ashi muhalay dari chal rahi thi is tarah main hi un kaka sara kam karta tha. aur aksar unhi kay pas waqt guzar ta tha

Forcing my wife to watch

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My doorbell rang right at 9pm. My wife, Mila wouldn’t be home for another hour. I open the door and see my neiigbor’s 18 year old daughter, Emily. In just a tight crop top that showed off her perky double D’s. And a nice short black skirt. She smiled and said “How long do we have?” “One hour”, I replied.

She had been coming on to me since she was 17 but I never tried anything with her until the day after her 18th birthday. I’d been fucking her since then. Everytime my wife went to work.

I pushed her crop top up and discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. The young ones are always the sluttiest. I slapped her tits, and grabbed her hair. “Get on your knees” I demanded. She got down, and pulled my boxers down. With my free hand, slapped my semi hard cock on her face while she stuck he

Some unexpected fun overseas....

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     I've been living in the US for the past 16 years, but I'm originally from India; and for the past several years I've made it a point to go back and visit my family every winter when I have a month off from school. Its a pretty routine trip by this point, so I don't think too much into it, and for the most part I know what to expect. A long flight, and hopping between two towns, staying with my aunt for a few days, with my uncle a few days, and switching back and forth. All the while getting in as much time with my cousins as I can, that’s the part I really look forward to. I do have cousins in the

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on w:st="on" />US that I'm very close to, but since I don't get to see my family in India very often, I've gained a special appreciation for my relationship with them. In particular is my cousin Maya. While I love all my cousins very much, she and I have always had a special bond. Even when I'd visit as a child, while the rest of our cousins would be off playing with the neighborhood children, she and I would prefer to find some quiet corner and talk for hours on end. And that tradition continues to this day. However this time around I got a real wake up call.
     This trip was my first chance to see Maya in over two years (I didn't get a chance to go last year), and she has really matured in that time. She's not the little girl I remembered. She was always a pretty little thing, and even when we were younger I would catch boys checking her out. But when I first laid eyes on her at the airport this time around I was quite surprised...she had grown from a cute little girl into a beautiful young woman. Her long, curly hair was trimmed to just past her shoulders, her skin was perfectly tanned, and her tight fitting clothes revealed some very pleasing curves. When I first saw her there my first instinct was to give her a great big hug, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the cheek as I always do. And since the rest of the family was there I was quickly distracted from my initial shock. However it would not be long until I gained a much deeper appreciation of her beauty.
     I had been in the country two or three days at that point, and the initial excitement was over. Things had settled down, my uncle went back to work, my cousins went back to school, with the exception of Maya, who was also on break from college. So one afternoon she and I found ourselves alone at home, my uncle off at work, our other cousins away at school and my aunt away for the week visiting a friend. So as is our way, with nothing else to do we just sat down on the bed and started chatting about anything and everything. The conversation went from family issues to future plans to school, and eventually came to the topic of dorm life. It was then that she started telling me about all the parties she started going to and all the new people she had met. But what really struck me was when she started talking about boys. Having grown up in a very religious and orthodox household, she wasn't allowed to associate with boys much while growing up, but she really started exploring when she was off on her own. She told me of all the guys she'd met, some she'd been interested in, some who became more than just good friends. But she eventually began telling me that she was a bit disappointed with most of the guys she'd come across. How growing up she saw how I was much more liberal minded that most traditional Indian guys, and how she'd always envisioned meeting a guy who thought the way I did. And she even confessed to having had a crush on me when we were younger.
     She went on and on, complaining about the guys there, eventually just wanting a hug, which I was happy to give her. And I told her that she'll eventually find herself an amazing guy, to which she responded "What if I already have?” I was a little confused, but I quickly got my answer when rather than breaking the hug she slowly slid a hand down my back and gave my ass a squeeze. I found myself confused, nervous and slightly turned on at the same time. This couldn't be right...could it? But my moral dilemma would have to wait, she quickly put her hands to my chest, pushing me down onto the bed, and straddled my hips. "I'm sorry" she told me, "but this is something I've thought about time and time again, and I'd rather you stop me and hate me than have to go on not knowing". I was still in shock, but before I could voice any objection (not that I really had any), she laid down on top of me, pressing her lips to mine and sliding both her hands onto my chest. At this point the only reaction I could come up with was to put my hands around her, pressing her into me and kissing her back. I was nervous, and a little confused as to whether I should be doing this, but my doubts quickly faded as she slid her tongue past my lips, sliding it around my own. I moved one hand down her back and helped myself to that perfectly shaped ass which I had first admired at the airport. I found it was just as tight as it was round. My other hand found its way up onto her chest, gently cupping her breast through her shirt. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were perfectly proportioned to her body, and fit just right in the palm of my hand. Giving her breast a squeeze, I could feel her nipple already beginning to poke through, the thin material of her shirt and bra doing nothing to conceal her excitement.
We kissed for several minutes, our lips never parting, our hands exploring each others' bodies. I was lost in the moment, I could have laid there enjoying her soft mouth forever, but she had other ideas. She eventually broke our kiss, sitting up, still straddling me, and took hold of the edge of her shirt, raising it over her head and tossing it to the side, revealing a very thin black, cotton bra...one which she felt she no longer needed (and correctly so), it soon found itself next to her shirt. Returning to our kiss I slid both hands onto her breasts, taking her erect nipples between my thumb and index fingers, softly pinching them as I felt her hand creeping down my stomach and onto my crotch where she slowly began stroking my quickly growing member through my jeans. I gently massaged both her breasts in the palms of my hands, squeezing them, caressing them as I circled my thumbs over her nipples. Her sweet breath filled my mouth, our lips pressed tightly together as she unbuckled my belt, her fingers making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. I kissed across her cheek and moved onto her neck, kissing up and down, my hands still fondling her small, firm breasts. She ran one hand through my hair while working the other into my jeans, making her way to the gap in my boxers and trailing a finger across the surface of my cock. While this was by no means the first time I’d had a girls hand on my cock, it was more exhilarating than usual. I don’t know if it was the taboo nature of the whole scenario, the chance of being walked in on, or both, but my gorgeous cousin had given my one of the hardest erections I’d ever had, and she wasted no time in doing something about it.
I felt her reach into my boxers and wrap her fingers around my cock, gently tugging at it until it sprang free. The coolness of the air hitting me as I felt her wrap her fist around me and slowly move her hand up and down the length of my cock. Her hand was cool, her skin was soft, and I could have cum right then and there, but I’m glad I didn’t or I would have missed out on something much better. I continue kissing her soft lips as I reached down with one hand and cupped her tight, round ass, once more giving it a hard squeeze. I slipped my hand under the waist band of her pants and massaged her ass through her thin panties, grabbing at it and pinching it. She was very gentle as she softly stroked the length of my cock, gently rubbing her thumb over the head while moving her fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I still had one hand working her chest, while the other worked its way down her ass, slipping down between her legs and sliding a finger onto her slit from behind. I could feel a definite wet spot on her panties as I continued to stroke her slit from behind. I put my hands to her waist, laying her down next to me, my lips never parting hers, and her hand never leaving my cock. I slid my hand down her stomach and under the waist band of her pants and her panties. I found that she was cleanly shaven as I moved a finger down between her legs. I slid my finger across the length of her slit, gently parting her lips and feeling the moisture gathering on my finger tip. Moving up I could feel her swollen clit as I slowly began to circle my finger over it. Her only reaction was to grip my cock even harder as she continued stroking it. I rubbed her clit for several minutes before sliding back down her slit and slowly pushing two fingers into her. I heard her gasp as I slid my fingers deep into her, burying them to the knuckles before proceeding to move them slowly in and out of her. Her pussy was tight around my fingers, but also very warm and very wet. I could tell she was enjoying this. I slid them almost all the way out before moving them all the way back in. Sliding in and out, brushing my thumb over her clit with every stroke. Her breathing turned to a low moan as she began moving her hand faster and harder over my cock. As I continue fingering her tight pussy, she broke our kiss and stared into my eyes while jerking me off. The look of passion in her eyes was one I’d never seen before, but one I’ll never forget. She rubbed her thumb over the head of my cock, spreading the drops of precum that had begun to leak out over it. I picked up my pace, fingering her much harder and faster now, pressing down onto her clit with my thumb as I slid two fingers in and out. She reached down and put her hand to mine, pulling my hand away from her pussy. Putting her mouth to my neck she began to make her way down my body, kissing down my chest and across my stomach. Eventually coming to the base of my cock, she touched the tip of her tongue to it and licked up and down the length of the shaft. I tried to put my hands to the sides of her head, but she only pushed them away, leaving me to grab the sheets as she deftly worked her tongue all over my rock hard cock. I could see a drop of precum glistening at the tip of my cock, and I’m sure she saw it to as she wrapped her lips around the head and began licking it like a lollipop. She grabbed my cock with both hands and worked her sexy little mouth all over the head, licking it, kissing it and sucking on it with just the slightest bit of pressure. The site was almost too much to bear, my eyes must have rolled back in my head. I couldn’t believe that my sexy cousin was giving me one of the greatest blow jobs I’d ever gotten. I couldn’t help but wonder how she had gotten to be so talented…just how much practice had she gotten? But that question soon left my mind along with any other clear thought as I felt her move her lips down the length of my cock, taking the whole thing into her mouth in one swift motion. Her lips touched down as the base of my cock. I could feel the head rubbing up against the back of her throat as she began twirling her tongue around me. There was a low rumbling coming from the back of her throat, it was very warm and felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. She began moving her head up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around it as she took it all in with each stroke. She blew me for what seemed like an eternity. She eventually pulled her mouth away, much to my disappointment. But as I soon found out, I was in for more, much more. She put her hands to my jeans and boxers, sliding both down my legs and tossing them aside before standing up at the foot of the bed. Once there she proceeded to put her hands to the waist band of her pants, sliding them off. She then turned around, and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her panties stretched across her perfectly shaped ass. She took hold of them and slid her panties off, revealing her perfectly shaved little pussy. Walking around the edge of the bed she bent over and took hold of my cock once again. Putting her lips to it she put the head in her mouth and sucked nice and hard, pulling it from her mouth with a loud “pop!” I tried to sit up, only to have her push me back down and straddle my hips, pushing my cock against my stomach. “Please, let me just finish what I started” she said as she lifted herself onto her knees, taking hold of my cock and positioning the tip at her pussy. She lowered herself onto the head of my anxiously awaiting cock, gently moving it around her pussy. “I’ve never done this before” was all she said before releasing all her weight onto my cock, sliding the length of it deep into her pussy in one motion. I broke through her tight, virgin pussy as I took in the incredibly sexy moans she was letting out. I felt the length of my cock slide into her tight, sexy pussy, buried to the hilt before she began moving up and down. The walls of her pussy wrapped tightly around me, moving over my cock as a look of pleasure and pain over took her face. Her low moans quickly turned to a loud scream as she began moving faster and harder, her hips grinding hard into mine as I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her into me, pushing my hips back against hers. I heard her screams die down for a moment, only to come back even louder as I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my cock, her juices beginning to flow down my cock and onto my lap. The feeling of her hot juices and the undulating muscles of her pussy were too much for me to bear and quickly sent me over. “I’m about to cum” I warned her, to which she reacted only by moving even faster, bouncing up and down on my cock. I could feel my balls tighten at the moment that I shot one round after another of my seed deep into her sexy little pussy. She soon collapsed onto me, laying down next to me, my cock still inside of her. We were both drenched in sweat and out of breath. A thousand thoughts were racing through my mind…What have I done? Was this wrong? She must have knew what I was thinking because before I could get one word out she put a finger to my lips and told me “Don’t worry, no one has to know, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to”.  The remainder of my visit went by pretty routinely, spent some time with the family, did some sight seeing. Neither Maya nor I made any mention of that afternoon, it seemed like we were both pretending that nothing happened. But in fact we both knew that something did happen, and since then things have never been the same between us….they’ve been better.


More To Come….

Tanya 2

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                               TANYA  2
 
Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer’s day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that come to your knees or lower that are all the fashion now. She wouldn’t let me wear them. That was fine because I didn’t like them either. A
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fter all, if you’re trying to catch the sun, or get a tan, what’s the point of covering up half of yourself ? So short shorts and nothing else under them. She liked it that way and so did I.
Tanya was wearing one of my shirts. You know the type -  short sleeves but with a tail at the back to tuck into your trousers. Except Tanya wasn’t wearing any trousers. She knew that I adored her dressing in one of my shirts. I found it immensely sexy and erotic to see her bare legs, beautiful legs at that, appearing from under the shirt. It hinted at what remained hidden, something I was intimately acquainted with, but nevertheless, the hint was always there. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, but that didn’t matter because Tanya has the most gorgeous, small, round, firm breasts that stand up on their own without the need for support. Her nipples are large and round and brown and pointed, and right now they were clearly visible beneath the shirt, straining against the confines of the material and offering themselves to whoever may wish to lick, suck, kiss or rub them.  Me.  Evidently they wanted to break free of the shirt and take a peek at the outside world.
The only concession that Tanya, reluctantly, made to society on this occasion was that she wore pants under the shirt. Not often, I hasten to add. Normally, when wearing one of my shirts for me, she wore nothing under it. If we were at home, out in a park, or someplace where there weren’t many people she wouldn’t wear any. This invariably led to us enjoying some sex somewhere, right up to orgasms for us both. We usually managed to find a place where we could pleasure each other and bring each other to climax, no matter where we were.
But even Tanya had to admit, it’s a bit difficult in a supermarket.
So, pants under the shirt, and if Tanya had to collect an item for our trolley from a low shelf, if there were other shoppers around she crouched daintily and demurely and retrieved it. If the aisle was empty she made a point of bending right over in front of me to show me her pants, the tops of her soft thighs, and the  thin line of material that, just, covered her cunt, which was a bit irrelevant as the pants were see-through. She wiggled her ass at me too, when she could. She knew that I enjoyed looking at her body, any part of it, at any time, and she enjoyed reminding me and offering me views at every opportunity.
So we proceeded down the aisle, hand in hand and loving every minute of each other’s company. We had known each other for six months, and our sex life was unbelievable **. She adored me and I adored her. She was quite small, beautiful with a gorgeous figure, long flowing dark tresses of hair, her body was soft and warm and there whenever I wanted it (as mine was for her) and when I was close to her or touching her luscious little body I always had difficulty tearing myself away from it.
She took our sex to levels and heights that most men could only ever dream of. She was clever, quick, intelligent and her eyes sparkled frequently. She was impish and devilish and made every day and every little mundane item in life seem interesting. I blessed the day I met her.
“Davey,” she said, chucking  something into the trolley, “how do you feel about a threesome?”
“Which way?” I asked immediately.
She looked at me. “Either way. A man or a girl.”
I remained quiet for several moments.
“You don’t like the idea, do you?” she observed. “It upsets you to think of another man fucking me.”
That’s another thing I adore about her. More often than not she has the uncanny knack of knowing exactly what I’m thinking or what I’m going to say.
“Yes,” I agreed. “It does upset me. But it worries me more. You have to be careful. What happens if we have a few drinks first and he gets a bit drunk or aggressive? What happens if he’s bigger or stronger than me, loses control and either injures me or incapacitates me in some way and then just attacks you?”
I said this because I knew Tanya’s body intimately and I knew that any red blooded man seeing her as I do, lying on a bed half clothed or naked would not want to just have a blowjob from her or be wanked by her. He would want to fuck her, again and again. No, I didn’t like that idea.
 
** See “Tanya”.
 
Tanya looked alarmed at my words.
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that,” she said. “You’re right.”
“And anyway, “ I went on, “how do I know that you might not come to enjoy his er—ministrations better than mine?”
“No Davey!” she cried very fiercely, and dropped a packet into the trolley, ran to me and clasped her arms round me, burying her face and her long hair against my chest. She hugged me very tightly.
“No!” she said again, her voice partly muffled. “Don’t you ever, ever, think that or say that again, Davey! You’re mine! I love you! I love you like crazy and I don’t want another man in my mouth or my cunt or even my hand. I adore you and only you, you great stupid lump and don’t ever, ever think I want any other man and don’t ever, ever say that again!”
Her body shook against my chest and I realised that she was actually sobbing. I stroked her hair and her back.
“I won’t, I won’t,” I promised softly. “I adore you too, you know that and I didn’t mean to upset you. I love that you love me, and I love loving you. And that’s what I’m going to do when we get home.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked in her small, muffled voice. She had stopped her sobs but stayed tight against my chest, hugging me for all she was worth. I could feel those beautiful nipples, well, one of them, pressing into my T-shirt and just begging to have some attention.
“I’m going to throw you on the bed,” I began softly. “I’m going to lick and kiss your legs, starting at your feet and working my way up to your knees. I’m going to undo two buttons of that shirt and then I’m going to lick and suck and kiss your beautiful breasts and nipples until they are so hard they hurt.”
And they almost did hurt, because I could feel that luscious point growing harder and pressing even more against my chest.
“And then I shall go back to your lovely legs,” I went on, “and start where I left off, at your knees, licking and kissing your thighs, first one and then the other, getting higher and higher, going under the shirt so I can reach the very tops of your soft, warm, fragrant thighs, tasting your delicious skin and feeling the warmth---“
I broke off as I realised that Tanya’s knees were trembling against me.
“ – the warmth coming from between your legs as my tongue licks higher and higher, finding the edge of your pants and licking round them into your groin, and then across the material to the other side, just allowing my tongue to briefly brush across your cunt inside your pants –“
By now Tanya’s whole body was trembling but she still gripped me tightly and still kept her face buried against my chest.
“And then what?” whispered her muffled voice.
“Then I shall gently pull aside your pants and allow my tongue to brush against your cunt lips again. I shall taste your skin, your heat, your juice as you become wet and it runs out from you and onto my tongue. I shall just probe gently between your lips and find more heat and more juice. I shall drink deeply of it because it is my Tanya’s juice and I love to drink her nectar whenever I can.”
Tanya was now quivering in my arms and her legs were shaking. She squeezed me hard, which I took as a silent sign to continue.
“And then and only then, as I am tasting and drinking your warm heavenly nectar from deep inside your cunt, will my tongue find your button, that tiny place that is the root of all your ecstasy, that magical place that will start a feeling deep within you, and as I lick at your clit and flick my tongue over it, back and forth, your juice will flood out from you into my mouth, the feeling inside you will grow and grow and grow until it explodes out at the height of your ecstasy and you cum and cum and cum.”
As I spoke Tanya suddenly sagged against me, her knees and legs giving way so that I actually had to hold her up. She was breathing very fast and heavily, making a damp patch on my T-shirt and her body and legs quivered and shook against me for several moments.   Tanya had cum.
Maybe a supermarket isn’t so difficult after all.
“She orlright, mate?” came a voice.
I looked round and saw an old man watching us.
“Just a bit weak at the knees,” I said. “It happens sometimes. It’ll pass.”
The old man harrumphed and moved away.
Gradually Tanya quieted down and regained her own feet.
She broke away from me and used a hanky to wipe her eyes.
 
 
“You – you – you!” she stuttered. Words seemed to fail her, very unusual for her.
I reached for her and hugged her gently.
“You absolute fucking bastard!” she murmured. “I don’t believe it!  You – you – you actually made me cum by your words alone. In the middle of a shop! I just pictured it all as you spoke and you made me cum! You didn’t even fuck me! You just described how you licked my cunt and I came! You wonderful, gorgeous, sexy adorable bastard!”
(Couldn’t help a slight smirk at this. Well, wouldn’t you?)
Tanya looked round at the aisle.
“You’ve made me cum into my pants,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s running down my leg.” She gave a sort of wiggle as she rubbed her thighs together.
“Oh, good,” I said. “Then I can lick it off when we get home.”
“Don’t start again!” Tanya said. “Don’t!  But yes, I want you to lick it off  like you often do. Shut up Tanya!” she added to herself.  “Come on, my sweet Davey. We still have shopping to do.”
We moved on, filling the trolley slowly and leisurely.
“I do love the feel of my cum in my pants, “ she said at one point. “All that lovely warm juice. Wish it was yours though.”
“It will be,” I promised.
And after a while she said, without looking at me, “What about a girl, then?”
I stopped and stared at her.
“But then you’re going to have the same worries too. Aren’t you? And you’d be happy with another girl? I mean, you wouldn’t mind having sex with another girl? Or me having sex with another girl?”
Tanya slowly shook her head thoughtfully.
 “Actually, my lovely adorable Davey, I don’t think I would have those worries. Not if we planned it properly. I don’t think a girl could do anything to put me out of action like a man could to you. So, no, I don’t think I’m worried about that. And I have no problem about another girl. I’ve never done it before, but I don’t have a problem with it, and as I know you would love to have two girls in bed and it would give you great pleasure, then it would give me great pleasure too.”
She’s a girl in ten million, is my Tanya.
I pulled her to me and looked straight into her eyes.
“You’re wonderful,” I said, “and I adore you and love you, very, very much.”
She smiled and her eyes melted with the light of her own love in them as she looked at me.
“I know it,” she said, “And you know I do too.”
“And what,” I asked her with a twinkle in my eye, “about the possibility of me ending up preferring her cunt to yours?”
“It won’t happen,” she answered decisively. “And I’ll tell you why. You won’t put your cock anywhere near her cunt. She can wank you, suck you, give you a blowjob, you can even fuck her ass, but if I see your cock within an inch of her cunt, I’ll throw her out into the street just as she is, even if she’s bollock naked. And I’ll deal with you afterwards,” she added darkly.
“Yes sir!!” I grinned, and she grinned too because I knew she meant every word but she wanted to please me without any risks to either of us and that was fine by me and I adored her for it and loved her and I thought hell, she’d probably try to cut the bloody thing off if I didn’t keep my word.
“Agreed?” she asked.
“Yes, my sweet Tanya. If you’re sure you’re happy with the idea, then let’s do it. But I have to say I think you’ll find it very difficult to find someone who’ll agree to this plan. Most women want to be fucked and if I don’t ---aaaahhh! I see.”
Light had suddenly dawned.
“That’s right,” Tanya grinned again. “I will. With my strap-on while you fuck her ass. Or her mouth. Whichever you want.”
I nodded.
“And you really think you’re going to find a girl who’ll agree to all this?”  I wanted to ask about the other wet and dirty pleasures that Tanya and I so often enjoy together but I thought I’d wait a bit for that.
“And as for the other things we do together, Tanya went on,  (see what I mean? Wonderful girl!)  “I agree it won’t be easy but I’m going to try. Leave it to me.”
 
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The next few weeks passed enjoyably, with Tanya and I delighting in all the many and varied things that made up our sex together. In the hot weather we ended up sweaty, wet, and not only from the sweat, dirty, as we both enjoyed that too, and the bond and rapport between us grew and grew each passing day, as did our love  and respect for each other. Both of us knew that neither would ever do anything to hurt the other,  and that made our relationship something very, very special and very strong. It also made our sex incredibly passionate and our orgasms, whether together or separately, were always huge and often exhausting.
A girl in ten million.
Sometimes during those weeks Tanya would make or receive phone calls on her mobile,  and this often meant that she would disappear into the bedroom and shut the door. She always spoke very quietly so that I couldn’t hear a word of the conversation. Once or twice I opened the door to enter the room and she always yelled at me to go away. Another man might have suspected that Tanya had a bit on the side, but I trusted her implicitly and knew that no such thing was happening. She never spoke about the conversations and shook her head if I asked, so I gave that up. Occasionally the aftermath of these phone conversations meant that she looked very glum but even if she did, it never prevented her from doing what she knew I liked in bed, or enjoying my own ways of giving her as much pleasure as she could physically take.
And then, one day, she came out of the bedroom, snapped her phone shut and looked at me, her eyes gleaming and sparkling in that way that always made me want to take her in my arms, kiss her and then take her to bed and spend hours making her groan and cry with pleasure.
“It’s fixed!” she exclaimed.
Just for a brief moment I had to catch up with her, and then I said “Ah! It is?”
“It is!” she said. “I found a girl who agrees with everything we talked about before.”
“She does?”
“She does,” Tanya nodded. “Including the fact that your cock is not allowed near her cunt.”
“She does?”
“She does. And she is happy about our other pleasures. The wet and dirty ones.”
“She is?”
Tanya threw a cushion at me.
“Lump! Yes, everything.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, except for the obvious.
“When?”
“A week next Friday. For the weekend.”
“Oh.”
“Is that okay for you?” Tanya came to me looking concerned. “I can always make another day ---“
“No, no,” I hastened to reassure her. “I was just really surprised that you actually found someone. A week next Friday is absolutely fine.”
Tanya gazed up at me. “It’s fine by me, too,” she whispered.
That night as we were preparing for bed and I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth Tanya came out of the bedroom wearing a cotton top and long cotton pyjama trousers. I had never, ever seen her in such a get-up.
“What the hell is that?” I demanded. I looked her up and down. “Are you cold?”
As the temperature outside at night was still in the middle twenties, this was a ridiculous suggestion but it was the only thing I could think of.
Tanya came to me, cupped my face in between her hands and stared deep into my eyes.
“No, my sweet and lovely Davey. Of course not. I want to make a rule.”
Now Tanya and I have a complete understanding of each other. Neither of us ever dictates to the other. We might demand a special something jokingly, in fun, or during sex, that we want at that particular moment but in our everyday lives we always discussed things and agreed together, compromising if necessary. So Tanya’s request for a rule meant that this was a serious matter that needed my agreement or her compromise.
“Okay, my sweet. What is this rule you want?”
“No sex until she arrives,” said Tanya without hesitation.
“WHAT!” I cried and stepped back to look at her.
  
Never, never, has Tanya ever prevented me from having sex, at any time at home and often elsewhere. She has never had a headache or any other ailment that meant no sex and even that time each month which most people avoid wasn’t completely off-limits to us.
So this was a real shock and it showed on my face.
“I’m so sorry, Davey baby,” murmured Tanya miserably. “I really am sorry. I know it’s a shock but I really want this.”
“But why?” I protested. “Ten days or more without being able to give you pleasure, lick you, fuck you –“
“Stop it!” she cried, looking even more miserable. “Stop it please! You think I don’t want it? Want you? You think I don’t want to give you pleasure all the time like I do? Share pleasure with you like we always do?  You think I’ve gone off you or your sex?  No! It’s nothing like that.”
She cupped my face again and her eyes glistened with tears.
“Don’t be mad, my sweet Davey baby. Please?”
Of course my heart immediately melted. Yours would too.
“Okay, okay,” I reassured her. “I’m not mad. Of course I’m not mad with you. But please explain what’s behind this.”
“It’s simple,” she said softly. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot. I want us both to wait so that when she arrives and we start to enjoy the weekend, we’re both so full of sex that we’re bursting, and we’ll want it so much it should make our orgasms even better than they usually are.”
She paused and searched my eyes with hers.
“Do you understand me, Davey baby?”
As my heart had already melted into that goo that Tanya can soften it into on occasion, I was already lost to her request.
“I understand,” I murmured into her ear as I held her tightly against me. I could only just feel her breasts through that bloody material. But then, that was the idea.
“It was just that the thought of not being able to enjoy you, touch you, caress you, pleasure you, see and hear you explode with your orgasm in front of me was a huge shock. A nasty shock too.”
“I feel the same,” Tanya said, wiping her eyes with her fingers. “I’m going to miss your touches, your kisses on me, your tongue and most of all your beautiful cock, but please agree my sweet Davey. I’m sure we’ll both be pleased later that we did this.”
I cuddled her and stroked her hair.
“Of course I agree,” I said. “I don’t like it, of course, but I understand and I think you’re probably right, so I agree. You have your rule.”
“Thank you my sweet,” she said. “I thought about one last session before……but then I thought that would make it more difficult, so I’ve started it tonight.”
“So I see.”
She paused. “And Davey, one more thing, please.”
I raised an eyebrow, not completely happy that she was adding to the rule.
“No wanking yourself on the quiet, please Davey. No matter how much you want to.”
I sighed.
“I hadn’t thought about that, but I agree to that too.”     
“I love you,” she murmured. “Let’s go to bed. To sleep.”
 
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Of course, the days, and the nights, passed incredibly slowly, as they always do when you’re waiting for something special and nice to happen, made worse because of Tanya’s rule. Oh, we kissed (without tongues) and cuddled  and put our arms round each other, but more than that was strictly taboo. Sitting beside me while watching TV, she would put her arm round the back of my neck and play with my ear, or stroke me, but never touched my legs, thighs or crutch. Either of us could arouse the other in any number of ways and usually did so whenever and as often as we could. But now there was none of this. Tanya wore demure clothes, shorts so that I couldn’t see the tops of her thighs or her cunt, leggings that refused to hint at what lay beneath, and tops that restrained her breasts (as much as they could) and partly hid her wonderful nipples. I hated it.

 And at night she wore those revolting cotton pyjamas, and whereas she would normally sleep in just her pants, cuddled tight up against me, one of legs between mine so that she could feel my cock and balls on her thigh, (so she told me) and her head and long, thick  flowing hair on my chest, now she moved as far away as possible to the other side of the bed, her back towards me. So I couldn’t even enjoy the wonderful sensation of either her cunt nestling against my thigh, or the cheeks of her lovely tight, round, firm ass pressing against my cock either.
Sometimes, if Tanya had been kneeling above me and lowered herself onto my cock for our final  orgasms, she would just lean forward and rest the top half of her body on me, my cock still nestling inside her hot wet cunt, and she would doze off in that position. Only when my cock dozed off itself and left her tight wet hole of its own accord would she stir and lie beside me in  her normal position. I missed it all like hell!
If I am hard during the night I often wake to press my cock against her and caress her, which usually wakes her too. But now I couldn’t do anything like that and had to force myself to go back to sleep.  A few kisses, a quick cuddle together and then “night-night” was all there was. I hated every bloody minute of those days and nights.
But eventually the Friday morning dawned, as it does, and we cleaned around the house in preparation for our visitor, went shopping and returned home to await her arrival. After putting the shopping away, Tanya turned to me and gave me a huge hug, like the ones you get when you haven’t seen your lover for a long time.
“Thank you for being so understanding, sweet Davey,” she said. “I know it’s been very hard, for me too, but now it’s finished, the rule stops and we can enjoy each other again.”
“Yes, it has been bloody hard!” I agreed somewhat waspishly. “I hope you don’t ever want to start a rule like that again. I shall say no.”
“Don’t think I could put up with it either,” Tanya agreed.
“So is there anything special you want me to wear this weekend?” I enquired.
Now I should explain that Tanya and I have a very extensive wardrobe, of outer clothes of course, but also of underwear for our own pleasures, mostly chosen by her. I hate nearly all men’s’ underwear and refuse to wear it, which explains the short-shorts-and-nothing-else in the supermarket. Fortunately, Tanya also has the same dislike of it. Cotton boxer shorts which hide everything and don’t show the contours of what’s beneath clearly, with a hole in the front from which to extract your cock (for whatever reason)?  Horrible.  Thick, cotton material which restricts and often itches? Positively medieval. And as for Y-fronts! As Tanya put it to me:- ‘you have to pull aside one piece of material one way, then another piece the other way just to get inside them. Ugh! It’s like fighting your way through a maze!’
And I hate having my cock and balls restricted inside any clothing. Y-fronts grip you as if determined that your cock will never see the light of day.   Like a bloody chastity belt. Some boxers do this too, but I do have one or two pairs of soft, micro material that stretches, and so does free my cock to go up or down as it wishes and does show what there is if I wear them. Not often though. And neither do I like lace pants or bra on a woman. It’s often thick, and rough on the lips and tongue if I am licking through it.
So Tanya usually chooses our underwear, always thin, soft material, stretchy and if possible always see-through or nearly so. We have all types of shape, size and colours. Tie-ups, side ties, silk, satin, thongs, G-strings, big pants, but they all have the same thing in common. They act like a second skin and show the contours of whoever is wearing them, or they are loose fitting, (usually for me) or they  stretch to allow complete freedom underneath.  She always buys two pairs of pants, one for her and one for me and very occasionally a matching bra for her if she really likes the style. The first time she saw me wearing pants like this, my own, she evinced no surprise but cooed approvingly and murmured that she liked that very much. So we share our pants and she often chooses what she wants me to wear round the house or if we are going to bed.
Tanya also has several short, elastic mini-skirts of the same stretch material. They’re not see-through but they’re soft and pleasurable to touch. Some are shiny. But they’re short! When she first wore one for me she asked if I liked the miniskirt.
“That’s not a mini-skirt, it’s a manhole cover,” I told her. She burst out laughing and the name stuck. She doesn’t wear one outside much, except in the garden, because if she sits in front of me it immediately reveals everything and rides up to cover just one inch of her thighs, and if she bends over it does the same thing, riding up to cover about the top two inches of her ass cheeks. 
  
Those miniskirts are short!! Very occasionally she would put one on if we went for a walk in the evening twilight so that other people couldn’t really see what it was, (or almost wasn’t),  but she always wore pants underneath. She would have been arrested if she hadn’t. And of course I knew if she went out  dressed like that that she wanted us to have sex outdoors somewhere.
Now Tanya pondered my question.
“Um – yes. Let me think about it. Shall I wear a shirt?”
I nodded. “Please, my sweet. You know what it does for me.”
“Oh, I know!” she said lasciviously. “No bra?”
I shook my head.
“I am aching to caress and suck and lick your lovely breasts and nipples,” I said. “No bra.”
Tanya put her hands over her ears in mock horror.
“Stop it! Stop it! It’s not Friday evening yet!” But she smiled as she said it and I took her into my arms and hugged and kissed her.
“I love you so much,” I said. “You’re just incredible. I feel so lucky to have you. You could have chosen any man you wanted in the world.”
Tanya gazed into my eyes, her lips mere inches from mine.
“But I didn’t,” she whispered. “I chose you, you lump, you lovely wonderful, caring lump. I chose my sweet Davey, with your strong arms, your loving heart, your gorgeous cock and balls and ass, who turns me on and makes me cum, even with just words, never mind your caresses, your touch, your tongue or the lovely feeling of your cock in my ass or my wet cunt or the feeling of your cum shooting on my face or the taste of your cock and your cum in my mouth or ---- “
“Hey, hey, hey!” I protested. “That’s not fair!”
She leant forward and kissed me, her tongue for just a brief moment flicking between my lips and into my mouth before she pulled away again.
“I know!” she said impishly, “But lovely!” and she danced away from me and disappeared into the bedroom to sort out clothes.
 
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And at seven o’clock the doorbell rang.
We looked at one another.
Tanya raised an eyebrow at me.
 I nodded.  “And you?”
It was her turn to nod firmly. “Absolutely sure.”
So she opened the door.
“Hallo,” she greeted the girl standing there. She was carrying a small hold-all.
“Come in. Davey, this is Toni.”
Toni stepped up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then on Tanya’s.
“Hallo Dave.”  (Not Davey.) “It’s very nice to meet you and thank you both for inviting me.”
Tanya smiled and gestured her to come inside. I sensed that she was watching me very closely.
“You’re very welcome,” I said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
And it was.
It was more than a pleasure. It was a positive delight.
Toni was a little taller than Tanya, but still shorter than I am. She wore a V-neck top which showed the curves of her breasts, bigger than Tanya’s but firm and round, a short flowery skirt which swished and swirled as she walked, occasionally flashing a tantalising glimpse of thigh, and flip-flops on her feet. Her legs were longer than Tanya’s but beautifully proportioned and smooth. They were very brown, as were her face, arms and hands. Her hands were slim, with long tapering fingers and I had a quick vision of them curling round my hard cock. Her face was elfin like, longish, with big round eyes, a petite nose and luscious lips that bore no hint of lipstick. But her hair was the biggest surprise. It was dark, and she had it cut very short, like a boy’s,  and styled like that too. She had an innocent air about her, she looked very young and she was absolutely gorgeous.
I sensed Tanya’s eyes on me.
“Come in,” I invited, gesturing to the sofa.

We made ourselves comfortable. Toni sat in an armchair opposite Tanya and I on the sofa. Her flowery skirt rose just high enough to show her brown thighs and I had to tear my eyes away. I offered to get drinks. When we were settled Tanya cleared her throat.
“Toni,” she began, “We both want you to understand that while you’re here this weekend, our home is your home. We’ll show you round in a minute, but if you want anything, food, drink, TV, just help yourself. Please don’t feel that you have to ask us for anything. We hope that you will feel completely relaxed and comfortable with us. Whatever we’re doing,” she added significantly.
“I feel relaxed already,” Toni said, her eyes glancing from me to Tanya. “I’m sure I’m going to enjoy every minute with you both.”
But she was looking at me as she said it.
Tanya stood up.
“Bring your drink and we’ll show you round.”
We took Toni round our house and she stopped now and again to look at pictures or photographs or to admire some little gew-gaw that we’d acquired. She often looked at me and smiled and once she winked at me. I knew Tanya was watching me watching her looking at me and she must have seen the smiles and maybe the wink and I thought are we going to have a problem after all and I thought about Toni and imagining what lay beneath the skirt and the top, thinking about her cunt and whether it was small, big, tight or not, her ass and her breasts, how her mouth would feel surrounding my cock and how it would feel to slide my cock inside her cunt or her ass and whether she would be very wet like my Tanya is but of course that was off-limits and ---
“And so there you are,” came Tanya’s voice and we were back where we started. Tanya gestured to another door. “That’s our spare bedroom,” she explained. “You could leave your bag and stuff in there, and of course the room is there for you if you want it.”
“I shan’t want that room,” said Toni firmly. She was looking directly at me as she spoke. “But I will dump my stuff there.”
She picked up her bag and went into the bedroom.
Tanya whispered fiercely into my ear.
“She fancies you like mad!” she said. “Did you see her looking at your cock?”
I could hear the sound of the bag unzipping in the other room and rustlings as Toni extracted her belongings.
“I’m staggered!” I told Tanya. “She’s gorgeous! She’s lovely! How the hell did you manage to find her?”
Tanya grinned at me.
“You fancy her too,” she accused me, but in fun. “I knew you would. Wouldn’t have been much point in it if she’d been fat and lumpy.”
“You’ve met her before,” I accused in return.
Tanya nodded.  “Yesterday in a coffee bar. We had a long talk and got to know each other and talked all about this weekend. I knew you were thinking about licking her and fucking her just now. I knew exactly you’d fancy the pants off her.”
“And you’re not worried?”
“Nope.” Tanya shook her head. “You know I trust you and we have our agreement. I know very well you’d like nothing better than to slide your cock into her cunt and feel how wet she is and fill her full of your cum but you’ll have to be content with her mouth and her ass.”
“How do you know she’ll  take me in her ass?”
“I know,” Tanya replied. “We talked. There are only two taboos. She’s not allowed to call you Davey.”
I knew this. Tanya had coined the name Davey for me and no-one else was allowed to use it. If she introduced me to anyone she did it as Davey, but if the person responded by saying ‘hallo Davey’ she would immediately say, ‘his name is Dave,’ and the tone of her voice and the gleam in her eyes made it crystal clear to everyone that this was her name for me, and hers alone.
“Her cunt is the only other taboo. But you can lick it!” she added devilishly. “I want to watch! And I have a big surprise for you!”
I couldn’t imagine what other surprise Tanya could possibly present me with after Toni but as she is a girl in ten million, if she said she had a big surprise, she would have one.
Toni returned from the spare room.
  
“It’s a lovely room,” she said. “It’s a lovely home and you are both lovely people and I think you’re very lucky to have each other.”
She was again staring straight at me as she spoke and she added, “I’m sure I’m going to enjoy this weekend and have a wonderful time with you.”
“Yes, and I think –“ (I very nearly said ‘I’) “-- we’ll have a wonderful time with you,” I answered her with a smile.
Tanya watched this interplay with a smile playing on her own lips.
“Well, I’m looking forward to it,” she said and grabbing my hand she led me over to Toni where she put one arm round her, the other round me and proceeded to kiss my cheek, then Toni’s, took one of my hands and placed it on her own breast and her hand on one of Toni’s.
Toni grinned at us and took my other hand to her other breast. Her own hand went straight to my crotch and rubbed me through my clothes, just long enough to start an immediate hard-on, then left me and slid her cupped palm between Tanya’s legs and rubbed her too.
“Oh, I think we’re all going to have a really wonderful time!” she said to us both.
 
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Tanya cooked us a meal and as she prepared it she would pause and come to me, hug me and kiss me, deep kisses with our tongues thrashing together, rub my cock through my clothes and then return to her cooking. The next time she would go to Toni, kiss her the same way and caress her breasts and rub her between her legs. We were fully clothed and all this was done outside them. She never tried to get my cock out or go inside Toni’s top or under her skirt.
We opened a bottle of wine and sipped away as we both watched Tanya’s expertise in the kitchen.
(A girl of many talents she is, but you know that.)
We talked small talk about this and that, none of us asking any personal questions. It didn’t bother me and I suspected the girls had asked all the personal and intimate questions they wanted at their meeting.
At one point Tanya looked round from her cooking at me, then at Toni.  “Feel free,” she said.
Toni looked at me and a smile appeared on her lips. It reached deep into her eyes and she came towards me and threw her arms round me, pressing her lips against mine and then forcing her tongue into my mouth. She tasted sweet and delicate, and I felt her nipples harden beneath her top. Her hand went to find my cock again and she massaged it and rubbed it and cupped her palm beneath my balls, all outside my clothes, as she gently caressed them.
Our tongues continued to explore each others mouths. My hands went behind her and pressed against her ass, pulling her hard against my hardening cock, then pulling the cheeks of her ass apart gently to signal that I wanted that too. She pressed herself hard against me as if she wanted me in her cunt there and then.
“Feel my pants,” she whispered as she finally released her passionate pressure on my mouth.
She backed off from me a little to allow me room to slide my hand down the front of her skirt. My fingers followed the contour of her love mound, slowly inching down and round, beneath her and between her legs. The bottom of the skirt passed my fingertips and I was caressing her pants, right between her legs, feeling the soft lips of her cunt as they parted slightly to invite me in. To my huge delight her pants were soaking wet. I rubbed them gently and my finger found her clit through the material. She made a little guttural noise and pulled away from my hand.
“Oooo! I’ve been waiting for that!” she gasped. “Ever since I arrived!”
I looked across at Tanya. She was smiling broadly, watching us, and her hand was between her own legs, massaging herself through her clothes.
“The sooner we eat, the better then!” she laughed.
Small talk continued through the meal. Tanya had (carefully?) positioned us so that the girls sat on either side of the table with me at the end. Both of them let their hands fall on my thigh beneath the table now and again, rising higher until they reached my crotch. At one point I had a hand on each thigh and their fingers must have met because they stopped, looked at each other and smiled. A second bottle of wine was demolished between us, just enough to loosen any last reservations (I don’t think there were any, for anyone) but not enough to make us sleepy or affect our libidos.

And after so long without touching or fucking my beloved Tanya, or even a wank, my own libido was at bursting point. I didn’t care whether it was a cunt, an ass or a blowjob but I knew I wanted release from the pressures inside my balls as soon as possible. It was just short of being actually painful.
We helped Tanya clear away, wash and dry, and returned to the living room.
Toni looked at me with that look again.
“I’m going to go and choose what to wear,” she said. And to Tanya, “D’you want to come and help?”
“Absolutely!” Tanya agreed. “And Davey can go and get ready too.”
I took this as an instruction to go into our room and get ready. Tanya and I had already decided what I was going to wear, although she wouldn’t let me know what exactly she had chosen for herself.
“You’ll see,” was all she would say.
So I obeyed her instruction, went to the bathroom to shower, shave again and clean my teeth (nothing worse for a woman than a rough stubble against her thighs or bad breath!) and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. I waited there, knowing that Tanya would come in when she could. I heard the sound of the shower again and Tanya appeared at the door.
“Okay, Toni’s showering,” she said. “She’s really got the hots for you. Can’t stop talking about you. Didn’t even touch me when we were alone in her room. She really wants your cock in her cunt but she’s promised again not to.”
“Oh, but you’re a hard mistress!” I said to her jokingly in my best Shakespearean voice. “How can you be so cruel as to tantalise me, excite me but not let me----“
“Shut up!” she laughed. “She’s nice though, isn’t she?” she added seriously.
I nodded first  and then shook my head.  “She is that!” I agreed fervently. “And I marvel at how you found her. Apart from a lovely figure and body she has a nice personality too.”
“Important!” Tanya wagged a finger at me. “Don’t want a dumbo or a slut. It would spoil everything. Now go away while I get ready myself.”
I was ushered to the door and it was closed firmly behind me. I went to the kitchen and poured the last drops of wine into a glass. I heard Toni leave the bathroom, pad across to her room and the door close.
I’m abandoned! I thought. The shower ran again as Tanya used it. I let my mind wander about the evening ahead, the weekend ahead. I thought about my beloved girl, what I would do now that her bloody awful rule had been abandoned, and my thoughts drifted to Toni. I really did like her and wanted to do everything to her that I did to Tanya. But despite this, there was always the feeling in me that Tanya was mine;- very, very special to me and would remain so, no matter who was with us or what we may do to each other. I loved Tanya with all my heart and even a weekend with another girl joining us wasn’t going to be enough to damage that. Tanya knew it too, and that’s why we both felt that this weekend was going to be incredible, hedonistic, and utterly, indescribably sexy and erotic. We both knew that our orgasms were going to be mountainous, unbelievable, the stuff  dreams are made of and I thought that Toni probably felt much the same way as we did.
“Have you shaved?”
“What?”
Tanya was standing at the kitchen door, wrapped in a fluffy bathtowel on her way back to our room. I felt my face.  “Smooth as—“
“No.”
“Oh. I see. Yes.”
I should explain. I hate hair round my cock and balls. I shave there regularly and keep myself, well, as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Being shaven heightens all the feelings in that area. Whether it is cool fingers, a gently grasping hand, cunt lips, mouth lips or a delightfully tight ass, anything surrounding a cock or balls devoid of hair is more erotic, more noticeable and a hundred times more enjoyable.
(No? Try it sometime.)
So I kept myself clean shaven at all times, and Tanya was just checking that I was as smooth as I could be. She loved me that way too, but the first time she had seen me naked she had paused in surprise.
“Are you normally like that?” she had enquired.
I told I was, and didn’t she like it?  
“I’ll tell you later” was her reply, and afterwards she said yes, she loved it and don’t  let any hair grow there again.
“Suits me,” I’d agreed. (Suits you too, sir! Go on. Try it.)
But the one thing that Tanya had consistently refused to do was remove her own pubic hair. I had asked her more than once to try it but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t say why, she just wanted to stay the way she was. Despite her thick, long, masses of flowing hair, (Tanya has Mediterranean blood) her pubic hair was fine, soft and downy, unlike the stiff, hard curls that men and most women have. Wire wool, I call it.  She didn’t have a lot and what she did have was so soft it was delightful to kiss or touch or lick. She had just enough to cover her love mound and the tops of her cunt lips. Just enough to retain my hot sticky cum if I shot over it so I could lick it off afterwards and then insert my tongue into her mouth so she could receive it properly and enjoy ----
“Good! You’re in a reverie again.” Tanya brought me back to earth. She vanished and then her head reappeared round the door. She looked at me and what I was wearing approvingly.
“And you’re lovely!” She blew me a kiss and disappeared into the bedroom.
 
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I waited patiently and finished the last of my wine.
Eventually I heard Tanya call me. I went to the bedroom and closed the door behind me. She was sitting on our bed wearing one of my shirts again, a pale lilac one, and under that she had on one of her short manhole covers. A black one made of some slightly shiny, soft material. The same type as the one she had asked me to wear. No bra, of course, and she opened her legs a little to show me that she had on one of my favourite pairs of pants, completely see-through, pink, very thin and very stretchy so that I could manipulate them however I wanted. So apart from the shirt, we were dressed identically. She likes to see me in her manhole covers sometimes and I have no problem with it. (Why should I? It’s just as erotic for her to see me sit or bend down as it is for me to see her. It gives her pleasure so why should there be a problem?)
“Aaahhh!” said I, somewhat foolishly. “Very nice!”
“Are we ready to call Toni?” she asked.
I nodded.  “I certainly am,” I agreed.
“You lecherous lump!” she chuckled. “God how I want you! How I want your tongue and your cock and to suck your balls and taste your cum and have it all over me and feel you and me wet—“
“Enough!” I held up my hand. “Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?”
She made a little moue.  “You did it to me,” she pouted. Then, seriously, “No I’m not. I’m teasing you and hinting at things to come, excuse the pun. I don’t want you to lose a drop of that delicious creamy hot spunk in your pants. Well, not yet, anyway.”
She stood.  “Let’s go.”
We went to the spare room and knocked.
“Come right in,” came Toni’s voice.
Tanya opened the door.
 
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Toni was sitting on the bed, facing us.
She wore only a matching bra and pants. The bra was front fastening, I noticed, - always helpful. They were not see-through, but they were thin and showed firstly the shape and size of her breasts which were quite big but looked firm and rounded, and her aureoles, a darker brown, large and shaping the material of the bra round them, and her nipples, hard and pointing outwards inside the fabric. Her pants clearly showed the outline of her love mound and she leant back and opened her legs to give us a view of what lay below. Her cunt lips pushed out the material of the pants leaving a dark area between them which could only be the entrance to her cunt itself. She trailed one finger between her lips and as she did so I actually saw the size and shape of her clit for a brief moment, much bigger than Tanya’s.
Her hair, freshly washed, shone dark and gleamed in the light, brushed upwards like a boy’s. But the most erotic thing I noticed were the hold-up stockings.
  
Now I like suspenders and stockings as much as the next man, but hold-ups are my special favourite. They hide, but they reveal. They’re sexy, erotic and a turn-on. You can kiss and lick thighs and proceed towards the ultimate place without having to fumble suspender straps out of the way. They can be left in place or peeled delicately and sensually down. They suggest naughtiness, forbidden pleasures, ultimate orgasms. I love hold-ups!
Toni was wearing black ones, also my favourite colour and she brushed her fingers slowly up her thigh, across the elastic top and up to her cunt.
She looked at us both.
“Will this do?” she asked quite innocently.
I looked from one to the other.  “You’ve planned this,” I said accusingly.
Tanya slipped an arm round me.  “Only slightly,” she laughed.
To me, that was about the same as the expression ‘slightly pregnant’.  Meaningless. The girls had obviously put a lot of thought into this and I loved it.
“Toni, you look absolutely fabulous,” I said with sincerity. “You’re beautiful, you have a superb figure, a nice personality, but above all you look incredibly sexy and desirable.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she replied and fluttered her eyes at me.
“And I love the miniskirt and pants you have on,” she added, and I realised that in her position on the bed she could see up my skirt. “I do love a man wearing sexy things like that,” she added breathily, brushing her fingers once more over her cunt lips. I saw a tiny glistening drop on her pants as her finger moved on. “Tanya, you have a wonderful taste in sexy underwear for you and your man.”
She stood up and held out both hands towards us.  “Shall we move to your room?”
And we did.
Tanya led the way, releasing me and leading Toni by the hand into our room. Once inside, as I closed the door, cocooning us in our own little private, hedonistic world, she turned and pulled Toni to her, fiercely kissing her as her hands caressed Toni’s breasts. I could see that both were tasting each other’s tongues and mouths. Toni’s hands went behind Tanya and she stroked and massaged Tanya’s ass, pulling her tightly to her. Their faces parted slightly and their tongues came out and licked and slurped at each other’s faces, covering cheeks, noses, eyes and throats with wet, luscious movements.
Tanya leaned down and licked at Toni’s breasts, covering them with the same wet kisses, making the fabric wet and slightly transparent. She took one nipple between her lips and sucked it gently. Toni threw back her head and let out a long drawn-out breath. Her hand went to Tanya’s breast and she caressed and fondled it through the shirt. The nipple hardened and stood out inside the fabric.
Tanya stroked one hand between her own legs. I knew she was collecting her love juices on her fingers and she held her hand up to Toni’s lips inviting her to taste. Toni obliged, running her tongue over Tanya’s fingers and the palm of her hand, greedily tasting Tanya’s juice.
Watching this made me hard, but I didn’t want to intrude on their lust and evident enjoyment of each other. I put my hand under the skirt and grasped my cock through the material of my pants. I began to stroke gently, loving the feeling of it and loving the sight of these two beautiful, adorable girls turning each other on.
They both sank onto our king-size bed and lay together, still caressing, kissing and licking at each other. Toni’s hand was between Tanya’s legs, rubbing her and collecting more of her juice which she then licked from her own fingers every now and then. With her other hand she motioned me nearer.
I stood beside the bed and Toni pushed my hand away from my cock and took it herself, not going inside my pants but rubbing, squeezing and stroking it. Tanya moved on the bed, gently rolling Toni onto her back.  She moved between Toni’s legs and started to lick her thighs and legs. Toni’s eyes closed and she moved her hand to cup my balls extending one finger beyond them to stroke that area between them and my ass, one of the most erotic places I have.
Tanya’s petite ass was in the air and I stroked it and rubbed it, my finger tip following the crease between her cheeks, finding her hole and pressing the fabric gently into it. By now Tanya was at Toni’s cunt, licking her thighs and groin and occasionally flicking her tongue over her cunt lips. I could see that Toni’s pants were soaking wet. I moved my hand round Tanya’s ass to find her own wet cunt and her pants were wet too. I tasted her nectar on my fingers and then gently stroked Tanya’s masses of hair, gently easing her head away from Toni.
 
She paused, knowing what I wanted. My fingers traced the outline of Toni’s cunt lips, the pants wet to my touch. My fingers collected as much of Toni’s juice as I could get, briefly brushing across her clit inside the pants and making her jerk with a sudden frisson of excitement. I tasted Toni’s juices,  thicker than Tanya’s, almost like a thin syrup, deliciously sweet with her own individual flavour, and tasting slightly of her shower, slightly of her piss. It was heavenly and I thought that I would love it when Toni wet herself later.
Tanya was flicking her tongue across Toni’s cunt and clit. Toni leaned over towards me and lifted the skirt. Her lovely lips opened and she began to kiss my cock through my pants, running her tongue right from the very base up to the tip, using her hand to pull my cock towards her, still inside my pants. Her lips closed over the tip and I felt her tongue explore round and round, especially at the back, making me strain towards her. I wanted to push myself deep into her mouth. She let me in a little more and I felt her sucking me.
I thought I’d better stop it there because I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled back from her mouth. I bent over and kissed her face, duplicating Tanya’s earlier motions as I covered her face with my tongue, finding her mouth at last and thrusting my tongue deep inside. Toni responded equally, our mouths and faces becoming completely wet as we enjoyed the taste of each other. I felt Tanya’s hand cup my balls and stroke them, moving up to my cock, stroking me and wanking me as Toni had done. Then she pulled down the waistband of my pants and released my cock to her grasp. She held it tightly, wanking me a little faster.  I left Toni’s sweet, delicate, soft face and moved round behind Tanya. Pulling the top of her pants down a little I thrust my cock into them, rubbing the tip over her cheeks and then tracing the crease, down, underneath and then rubbing the tip across her soaking wet cunt. My cock was covered with her juices and I moved it back up a little to find her rosebud. I pushed gently at it, not wanting to fuck her yet, but enjoying the feeling as it opened a little each time I thrust forward. And each time I did so, Tanya’s whole body also moved forward a little which meant that each time I thrust at her ass hole her tongue flicked and licked at Toni’s clit that little bit harder.
Toni began to make a deep guttural ‘Uh!’ each time Tanya’s tongue met her clit in that way. She began to arch her back each time to meet Tanya’s tongue thrusts. I would have preferred to change my tactics because I didn’t want a drop of cum to escape me till I was ready, but I continued those short gentle thrusts since it was apparent that Toni was close to cumming.
And then there it was, Toni’s first orgasm and she let out a long, long “Oooorrrrrrrrrr” as she came. Her back stayed arched in the air with her eyes closed and Tanya continued to lick her feverishly, prolonging the climax as long as Toni could bear it. I moved away from the danger area and went back to Toni to gently kiss her face and lips as she sank back on the bed. They were delicate, gentle, loving kisses and her eyes opened and she smiled at me  before closing her eyes once more.
Tanya left her position between Toni’s legs and knelt up on the bed facing me. Her face was dripping wet, some of it from her own licking and some from Toni’s love juices. Tanya licked her lips and smiled. I moved to her and licked her face, savouring the mingled tastes. I collected as much as I could on my tongue and then kissed Tanya on the mouth, pushing my tongue inside so that we could both enjoy the taste of Toni’s cum.
As we finally separated she mouthed words at me;- “Love you!”
She motioned me and lay back herself on the bed, beside Toni. I knew she wanted me to lick her out and I positioned myself between her open legs,  doing what I love doing and what I know Tanya enjoys immensely.
I’ve been told, not only by Tanya, that my tongue and the way I use it, possesses a certain  -- er—quality. I’ve no idea what that quality or qualities may be, it isn’t extra long or fat or thin or anything as far as I can tell, but it seems that when I use it the way I love to use it, between a girl’s thighs and legs, my tongue acquires these magical extra aspects that, well, they seem to like rather a lot. Whatever that quality may be, it works.
So my tongue began its work, kissing and licking at Tanya’s thighs, making the skin wet and glistening as I enjoyed every minute of giving pleasure to my girl.
Then I felt something behind me and realised that Toni had started to kiss and lick at my ass. I felt her tongue tracing over my cheeks, her hand under me cupping, stroking, massaging my balls then my cock. I felt her tongue find the top of my crease and felt it push in between my cheeks. I opened my own legs a little to oblige her and her tongue followed the crease down towards my own ass hole, my man-cunt, pressing the material of my pants into my crease and making it deliciously wet with
 her saliva.
  
Then she found my hole and her tongue thrust into it, taking the fabric with her as she strove to insert her tongue deeper into me.
I was now licking at Tanya’s cunt lips and flicking my tongue over her clit. She was stroking the back of my head and suddenly she pulled me hard into her, pushing herself against me as I licked and sucked at her pants and the cunt beneath it, tasting her own wonderful juice as it soaked into them. She came then. I knew it, even without the “uh, uh, uh, uh” that she growled softly  or the sudden gush of juice that spurted from inside her and into her pants and my mouth.
“Davey, Davey, Davey,” she murmured, as she sank back onto the bed.
I stayed in my position because now Toni was using her finger to insert into my ass, trapped by the fabric of my pants. I loved it and pushed backwards onto her finger. She moved it in and out and once again I thought what a shame it was that there could be no sudden gush of cum inside me. But the feeling was lovely and I let her continue as long as she liked.
Eventually she withdrew it and moved away to lie beside Tanya. She licked at her finger, the finger, as she lay down and then offered it to Tanya to suck. Tanya greedily took it in her mouth and sucked with relish, tasting everything there was to be tasted.
My knees had begun to ache a bit so I moved forward and lay face down on the bed between them. There must have been a signal between the girls, unseen by me, since I suddenly felt two warm breaths on me and two sets of hand stroking my back.
Toni was on my left and Tanya on my right, so I could tell who was doing what to me, I just couldn’t see, only feel. And enjoy.
I felt two sets of hands and fingers rubbing my back and my sides. They moved lower, circling, tracing lines with fingers, under my sides, along and across my ribs and back to my spine. They moved lower until they were at the top of my pants. The skirt was gently eased higher. I felt hands stroking the cheeks of my ass, cupping them, so many caresses criss-crossing my body that now I wasn’t sure whose hands were where. And then fingers eased down the elastic of my pants. Fingers slipped gently inside them and caressed my skin, cool fingers, Tanya’s? Toni’s? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I just lay with my face to one side and closed my eyes, revelling in the soft, sensual touch of two beautiful girls stroking my body, content in the absolute knowledge that soon those caresses would reach my ass  and then my balls. A finger traced down the crease of my ass, and back, and down again and I opened my legs a little to allow the finger more freedom.
I felt hands on the backs of my thighs roving, stroking, caressing, a finger tracing the inside of my thigh towards my cock. Hands pulled down the back of my pants a little more and then I felt both girls place their hands under my hips to lift me clear of the bed so that I was kneeling. My pants were eased down more and a hand rubbed my cheeks. I felt my ass being gently opened, a pause, and then the sheer delight of a tongue flicking down my crease, starting at the top, licking, a nibbling now and then, sucking, then the tongue again, licking and wetting. My whole body was in a heightened state, waiting for the tongue to reach my rosebud and then there it was, a delicate, butterfly touch of a tongue tip flicking at my hole while other hands caressed my back and cupped my balls and stroked and rubbed and caressed me everywhere. This continued for some minutes and then the tongue increased its pressure as the owner began to push at my hole, still licking and wetting me but insistent in its gentle way that it be allowed to enter me. I pushed outwards gently with my muscles to relax them and the tongue tip was inside, roving and feeling as it explored inside me.
I felt movement between my thighs. Someone was wriggling their way between them, approaching my cock, hard but still inside the front of my pants. A hand cupped my balls. A finger traced a line between them and my ass hole, and still the tongue insisted on exploring further into my rosebud. I felt my cock being enveloped in something, fabric and all.
I opened my eyes and craned my neck to look down the length of my body. It was my sweet Tanya who was exploring my ass, her hands gently holding my cheeks apart, her face buried between them as she licked and slurped and wetted, lost in her own enjoyment of the moment.
I moved my head and peered under myself. Toni was lying flat on her back, to one side of Tanya, her knees at the foot of the bed, her legs draped over the edge and her feet touching the floor. It was she who was taking my cock and pants into her mouth,  her tongue exploring too, roving and tasting and licking. She inched her head higher and took more of me inside her mouth.
  
She began to suck and used one hand to grasp the base of my cock, her long slender fingers curling round it just as I had imagined it in that brief moment when I saw her first but now it was for real and it made my cock harden in her mouth.
Her other hand reached down round Tanya’s stomach and curled between her legs and I saw the movement of her fingers as she sought Tanya’s clit through the fabric of her pants and she found the spot and began to rub Tanya, wanking her even as she sucked at my cock.
She saw me looking at her and her eyes smiled at me. She opened her mouth wider and sucked me inside. She couldn’t take all of me like Tanya can but it was more than enough and her fingers began to stroke me back and forth to match the movement of her mouth as she sucked me off.
The feeling of two separate arousals of two of my erogenous zones made me make contented noises in my throat and I let out a long ‘mmmmmm!’ as I let myself be totally enveloped in this sheer sexual delight. I felt that movement deep in my balls that signalled the onrush of my cum. Toni felt it too because she suddenly released my cock from her mouth, pulled away my pants and took my cock back inside her mouth, bareback. Tanya must have known my moment was near, or maybe she just knew what Toni had done, or maybe she was close to cumming herself because she suddenly started to thrust her tongue in and out of my rosebud, fucking me with her tongue. Toni slid my cock as far as she could inside her mouth and as she sucked at me and Tanya fucked at me I knew that was it and I let out a huge groan as my cum shot up from my balls and through my prick and out into that lovely soft delicate mouth that was Toni’s and my cock spasmed and shot again and I groaned with ecstasy and I heard Tanya let out a cry as if far away and my heart was glad she had cum too and I could still feel my cum travelling within me and there was more and I shot again and again and again filling Toni’s mouth with my hot cream and I had to groan each time because it was just so ecstatic and after so long there was so much and it squirted again and I could feel it on the outside of my cock because Toni’s mouth was full of it and it was escaping from her lips as they slid up and down the length of my cock and covering it and making it wet and there was one last spasm and finally I had no more.
Toni quickly slid from between my legs, pulling the front of my pants up over my cock again. I felt Tanya leave my ass and gratefully I let my body sink onto the bed. I felt hands roll me over onto my back. Tanya had done it and she was kneeling beside me now on the bed. Toni came to sit beside her and the two girls moved together and kissed, their mouths opening and tongues meeting as Toni gave my cum into Tanya’s mouth and they shared it together, their faces moving and their tongues roving, making their faces wet with my cum as they passed it back and forth. Then they separated and Tanya leant over me, her lips closed and her eyes smiling and she pressed her lips on mine and her tongue forced them open and she emptied her mouth into mine and I tasted the thick texture of my own cream and then she was gone and Toni was there and she kissed me too and emptied her own mouthful of cum into me and I swallowed it and gasped for air and the girls were watching me and smiling and I saw love in Tanya’s eyes and yes, something in Toni’s too.
 
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We lay, contented, together. My little Tanya was in her favourite position with her head on my chest and Toni lay curled, further down my body with her head lying just above my cock.
“Do you realise,” Tanya murmured softly, that we have all had an orgasm, we have all cum, and not one of us has even removed our undies yet?”
“Plenty of time for that,” Toni answered. She idly traced my cock with one finger.  “Thank you both.”
Tanya turned her head slightly to look at her.  “Sweet Toni, you don’t have to thank us. We’re both glad you’re here. We’ve both enjoyed pleasuring you and we’ve both delighted in the pleasure you’ve given us. We’ve done nothing that you need to thank us for.”
“You’re very sweet Tanya. Both of you are sweet. But I have to thank you for the chance to do all the things we’ve done now and, I hope, all the things we still will do together this weekend because it’s been a long time since I had pleasure like that from anybody and I think,---” she paused and I had the distinct feeling she was choosing her words carefully, “-- what we still may do will give me even more pleasure. So I have to thank you.”
Tanya reached out an arm and caressed Toni softly.  “Sssh,” she said.  “ Sssh. You are giving me and Davey every bit as much pleasure.”   
“You said, a long time,” I ventured. “Do you not have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?” I added hastily, thinking that perhaps Toni’s natural inclinations went that way.
“Not for five months now,” Toni said. “There were too many arguments. Love died. Mine first, then his too, I think. It became awful. We had to tolerate each other but it was no life. We parted and since then I haven’t been kissed let alone had intercourse or even been masturbated. Except by myself.”
Tanya was still caressing Toni but now her head turned to look at me.
I knew what she was thinking. She and I were fortunate. More than that. Blessed.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“Oh, I’m over it now,” Toni said cheerfully. “It was that bad it didn’t take me long. But I missed the sex. I tried to meet someone new but no-one appealed to me. And anyway –“ she broke off and looked up at me, then Tanya, then looked away again, “the sexual things I like are….well, lots of people would be horrified. You both are not and to you they’re normal. Another thing I should be thankful for.”
“Did your ex not, -- er-- indulge…?” I probed delicately.
Toni shook her head.  “Nope. Wham, bam, thank you mam, really. Maybe not quite that bad,” she added. “He did give me pleasure and plenty of climaxes, but no imagination. I got him to try one or two things that I liked once or twice but he wasn’t interested and didn’t care whether I wanted something….particular or special, or not. And then he started --” she looked at me then Tanya and lowered her eyes “—fucking me without even trying to give me an orgasm or anything. That meant I wasn’t wet and so it began to hurt a bit and that made me not want him. Love died.”
“Toni,” Tanya said in a firm voice, “if you want me, or Davey, to do something particular or special this weekend, if we haven’t done it spontaneously, you just tell us. You hear me? Whatever it is, if you want us to do something to heighten your pleasure, you just tell us.”
Toni looked up at her, then me, and back to Tanya. She smiled. There was something in her eyes, a light, no, more of a glow. I couldn’t say what it was. I don’t think it was love but it reminded me of a child being given a special surprise. There was warmth, and gratitude, and acceptance, and surprise, and pleasure, and, well, yes, maybe a little love too.
She suddenly wriggled up my body and threw one arm round Tanya and the other round me, lying her head on my chest too, facing Tanya.
“You’re both so very, very sweet,” she said. “I’m so glad I’m here with you both.” And she snuggled against me and against Tanya and life was really very alright.
We lay a little, then Tanya suggested a drink and was anyone hungry?
No-one was hungry and Toni said,  “I’ll get the drinks.”
“Beer for me and for Davey,” Tanya told her,  “and whatever you would like.”
Toni rose and stood beside the bed looking at us.  “Yes,” she said. “A beer would be nice.” She padded towards the door and opened it, then paused to look back at us again.
“You two have something very special, don’t you? I can tell. The way you look at each other, talk to each other, the way you seem to know each other’s minds and hearts. You instinctively know what to do to each other to give the best sexual pleasure. Very special. Wish I had someone like that,” she added wistfully, then she disappeared.
Tanya looked at me. I knew why she’d told Toni beers.  “Love you.”
“Love you too,”  I said, planting a kiss on her nose. I nodded towards the kitchen. “She’s sweet. How old is she?”
Tanya smiled.  “Guess.”
“I would say, quite young, but not as young as she looks, not as old as you, maybe…….twenty three, twenty four?”
Tanya chuckled. “Miles out,” she reported. “Miles. She’s as young as she looks. Twenty.”
I pulled a surprised face. “Nice,” I said.
“And only just,” Tanya added impishly.
I let my mind wander over the vision of Toni’s twenty-year-old young pussy.
“You’re not having it!”
(There she goes again!)
“My tongue can.”
“Oh, yes,” Tanya agreed,  “after the beer. I’m going to watch that. From all angles.”
She suddenly moved and freed my cock, dozing at the time, from my pants.   
“I want to suck your cock to see what it tastes like after Toni’s sucked it,” she said. She quickly slid me in her mouth and her tongue roved around, tasting and sucking. 
We heard faint rummaging sounds from the kitchen. Tanya released me and put my cock back to bed.  “Left hand drawer!” Tanya called. “Nice!” she said to me. “She missed a drop of cum.”
“Now you wouldn’t do that,” I told her with feeling.
“No fear!” she answered with a grin. “Mustn’t waste it!”
Toni returned with three beers and handed them round.
“How did you know I couldn’t find the opener?” she enquired of Tanya.
I shifted my position slightly.
“Be warned Toni! Tanya has an uncanny knack for that. It can be quite spooky until you get used to it. Even now I don’t know how she does it. But you’ll have a hell of a job keeping a secret from her.”
Toni gazed at us warmly.  “I can’t think that I would want to keep any secrets from either of you,” she said, that glow in her eyes again.
I smiled at her, thinking that I would enjoy lying beside, or on top, or underneath Toni, listening to her softly telling me her secrets, her innermost desires, her feelings ---
“Your beer’s getting warm, Davey.”
“So it is.”
“Can I ask you…..about yourselves?” Toni asked, lying back down on the bed. The girls rested their beers on the bedside table each side and I nursed mine on my chest.
So we told her how we had first met, six months before, in the middle of a field and how –
 

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“In the middle of a field? An empty field?” Toni exclaimed. “What on earth were you both doing, separately, in the middle of a field?”
Tanya swigged some beer.
“I was going for a stroll,” she explained. “And so was he.” She prodded me.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry. Anyway, we both happened to go for a walk in the same place, an empty field where we could be alone with our thoughts and we were walking towards each other.”
She stopped to let me continue.
“And we both sort of headed straight towards each other but we couldn’t really see who the other person was until we got closer.”
“And I was just about to veer off in case he was an axe murderer or a sex fiend, which he is,--” another prod.
“Ouch again!”
“ --- Sorry again,  but I didn’t know that then, of course, when I saw his face.”
“And I saw hers.” I looked across at my sweet Tanya. “And there was a sort of lurch in my heart and it felt everso full and I said ‘hello!’”.
“And my heart lurched too and I looked into his eyes and there was a sort of flash, a spark of something between us, between our eyes, and I said hello back and we sort of stared at each other –”
“And she said, you want to ask me for my phone number but you think I’ll scream or run away –”
“And I said, I won’t and you can have it and I’ll be home in ten minutes and call me.”
“And I did.”
“And here we are,” Tanya finished her beer.
Toni’s head had been swivelling back and forth as if she were watching a tennis match.
“Incredible!” she murmured. “It was fate.”
“It was something, “ Tanya agreed. “Don’t know what you’d call it. But we both knew instantly that we had to see each other, be with each other, know each other.”
Toni shook her head slowly. “That is just amazing,” she said. “It’s, it’s,  well, it’s sort of unreal. If either of you had been a minute later or earlier….” She trailed off, her big eyes wide and looking from me to Tanya and back. “You are just so lucky!”
Tanya and I looked at each other.  Blessed. I handed my empty bottle to her to put away, then  nodded.  “Yes. And we’ve been together ever since.”
“That night.”
Toni stared at Tanya.  “You slept together that same night? The first day?”   
It was Tanya’s turn to nod. “As soon as I saw him I thought, fuck, I want this man. Not just lust. I wanted him as a person. I knew I’d just met someone that I shouldn’t let go. I knew it was special. That’s why I told him to call me in ten minutes.”
Toni drank her beer slowly, emptying the bottle and gazing at us as we continued the explanation.
“So I called and we spoke for two hours. And in that time we knew as much about each other and understood each other as well as if we’d known each other for months. And I wanted desperately to see her again, very soon, and then she said to me, this phone call is a waste of time and unnecessary. Come to me and bring your toothbrush.”
“It took twenty minutes of that phone call for us to learn  about each other’s everyday lives, what we did, likes, dislikes, music, food, clothes and so on, and the rest was about our sexual tastes,” Tanya supplied. “And by about twenty three minutes I was dripping wet and stayed that way.”
There was a silence.
“Wow! It’s like a book, or a film. It’s the stuff dreams are made of.”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself,” I agreed. “But we’re lucky. It’s not a dream. It’s real.”
“And neither of us has had a single moment of doubt or regret ever since,” Tanya said.
Toni just shook her head slowly. “I’m speechless.”
“In that case,” I suggested, reaching for her slender hand and pulling her towards me, “I think I should find you something to do with your lips.”
And I started to kiss her, two gentle ones on the lips and then I moved to her cheek, her neck, the back of her neck, her ears, her throat, her eyes, nose, and back to her lips. She tasted delicious, soft, warm skin, smelling slightly of her shower, but also a particular ‘Toni’ taste that was hers alone, sweet, delicate and fragrant.  She closed her eyes and let me continue, my tongue now just parting her lips but no more, and then tracing lines over her skin, leaving tiny wet trails as I covered every inch of her face and neck and ears with my tongue and my kisses. As I probed softly at her ear she moaned quietly and her shoulders moved. Her short hair smelt fresh and clean and I gently brushed at it, the feeling of its softness and shortness delightful to my fingertips.
I kissed her lips again and now my tongue was more insistent, probing between her lips and across her teeth, even and white, and between them and into the warmth of her mouth and she tasted wonderful and I was content to let my tongue rove round inside her mouth as I relished her taste.
I felt Tanya between my legs, reaching for my cock and taking it fully into her mouth as she sucked at me greedily. I reluctantly left Toni’s mouth but I knew other things awaited. Gently I kissed her throat again, moving down to kiss and lick the mounds of her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples through her bra. She moaned again. I kissed one nipple, taking it and the fabric between my teeth and nibbling oh so gently at it while my hand softly rubbed and teased the other nipple.
Tanya’s tongue was now running up the back of my cock, from the base to the tip, a feeling that I adore and which always makes me harder. She alternated between this and taking me in her mouth as I felt for that front fastening on Toni’s bra and it was undone and the cups separated a little and I kissed her bare flesh between them and she breathed very fast and whispered “Yes!” and I used my tongue to separate the cups even more and they fell away and Toni’s breasts were revealed to me in all their beauty. They were tanned all over with not a trace of a white line anywhere. I gave a silent whistle of surprise and delight at this revelation. Toni evidently suntanned herself topless.
I teased at her nipples with fingers and tongue and teeth. I brushed her aureoles with my lips and she moved her legs and opened them and I realised that Tanya was using her hand and fingers to discover her love button while her mouth was full of my cock and she was still sucking at me. Toni began to breathe harder and faster and I knew that my lovely Tanya had found her special spot and was wanking Toni even as I was arousing her nipples even more and covering her chest and breasts with wet kisses and Toni began to make little grunting noises and suddenly she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me up to her face and her tongue was in my mouth and it thrashed around and she pressed her face against mine very hard and we were both wet from these kisses and her back arched and she moaned loudly and I knew she was close and she tried to push her tongue even deeper into my mouth and her back arched again high off the bed and she pulled away from my face and cried out ‘Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!’ as she climaxed and her arched body was absolutely rigid and I watched and teased her nipples again and Tanya was still rubbing her clit and inserting one finger into her cunt and she massaged a little more and Toni began to make ‘Uh! Uh! Uh!’ sounds again  and then another long ‘Uuuuhhhh!’ and I thought yes! my beautiful Tanya had made her cum twice in succession.

Toni flopped back onto the bed. She was gasping for breath as if she had run a marathon.
“Oh, God!” she breathed. “Oh, God! Yes! Wow! Yes!” and she continued to lie and gasp until her breathing slowed and her body relaxed.
Tanya came to stand beside the bed and took one of my hands in hers. She raised it to her lips and looked down at me sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling but with immense tenderness in them too. She kissed my hand, not a sexual kiss in the slightest but a kiss of love, a kiss of shared pleasure and mutual contentment.
Toni had opened her eyes and was gazing up at us both.
“Is your sex always as good as this?” she asked breathlessly. “Do you always give each other such massive climaxes?”
“Usually,” Tanya answered her. “We enjoy each other so much our climaxes are usually huge. Maybe not if one of us is a bit tired, but always, always wonderful.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had two like that so close before,” Toni reflected. “What have I been missing?” She paused and looked away from us. “Wish I’d met you a long time ago.”
Tanya moved away from me, releasing my hand which she had been rubbing her own cheek with softly. She bent over Toni and kissed her tenderly on her lips.
“Well, you’ve met us now,” she murmured, “and I hope you’ll have plenty more like that before the weekend is over.”
Toni responded to her kiss and the two girls lay beside each other, gently kissing, nibbling and licking at each other’s faces, necks and ears.
Then Toni rolled over on to her knees and moved lower down Tanya’s body, kissing her throat again, and lower still, to her breasts, hidden beneath my shirt. She kissed them and cupped them and stroked them and Tanya’s nipples stood out hard under the material. Toni gently undid a button, caressed the top of one breast, then undid a second button and eased the shirt away. Tanya’s breasts were finally free of the shirt and Toni gazed at them.
“They’re beautiful!” she whispered, and proceeded to lick and suck and caress and tease  them with her mouth and hands. I could see the tiny wet trails she left on Tanya as she moved around, enjoying the feel of Tanya’s soft skin under her fingers and between her lips.
I was content to sit and watch.
The two girls were obviously enjoying every moment of their shared pleasure and my heart went out to my adorable little Tanya as I looked at her face. I thought again of how much I loved her, as I did about twenty times a day. And I looked at Toni, her lovely lithe body lying half across Tanya’s as she licked and kissed and caressed and nuzzled at my girl. I gazed at her small elfin face and her short boy’s hair, her slender fingers and the long expanse of her back and her lovely tanned breasts. I saw the pleasure in her own eyes as she relished Tanya’s body,  and I felt something in my heart for her too. A love, but different to the love Tanya and I shared. There was no way I could love Toni like that, and I knew it, and was happy that it was so, and Tanya knew it too, but nevertheless there was a feeling deep inside me that made me feel a great warmth towards Toni. I wanted to protect her,  and see her eyes light up with pleasure again, like a child’s, and most of all I wanted to thrust my hard cock into her and fuck her cunt until she screamed with ecstasy.
Tanya’s eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled.
My lovable, adorable, sexy, wonderful girl knew exactly what was going through my mind.
Toni had undone the shirt completely now and it had fallen aside to show Tanya’s chest and stomach. Toni’s kisses and licks moved downwards, across the flatness of her stomach, paused at the waist of Tanya’s pants, and then continued lower, following the contour of her love mound. Her arms slid down Tanya’s sides, her fingers always caressing as she moved across one leg to lie between them and her mouth sucked and tasted the cum and lovejuices on Tanya’s pants as she moved ever lower and downwards between Tanya’s legs licking round her love mound until she was there, guzzling and sucking and licking and tasting at Tanya’s cunt beneath her wet pants.
Tanya’s breath was coming in small, short gasps. Again she opened her eyes to look at me watching them both. She motioned with one hand, signing in the air across her own body and I knew she wanted me to kneel across her so that she could suck my cock while Toni licked at her cunt.
I moved to comply and this time it was I who mouthed ‘love you’ at her as I positioned myself above her. She didn’t say anything but her eyes replied for her. She grasped my cock and rubbed me once or twice and then pulled down the top of my own pants. She leaned her head forward, propped up as it was on the pillows and greedily took my cock into her mouth.    
A warm light of love and contentment shone in her eyes before they closed and she sucked and slurped at me, making me astonishingly wet as my cock grew harder and harder inside the soft warmth of her lovely wet mouth.
And then she released me and used both hands to push me downwards, manipulating me so that my rampant cock now lay between her beautiful breasts. Briefly I felt the exquisite touch of Toni’s tongue flicking at my crease and asshole as she paused to pleasure me, then she returned to Tanya’s cunt and clit. Tanya held her breasts together, tightly enfolding my cock and waited as I began to fuck her breasts. My cock was so wet from the sucking I’d received in her mouth that it slid easily between her lovely mounds and I enjoyed the sensation as I fucked them, slowly at first and then faster, Tanya squeezing and kneading and pushing at her own breasts to ensure she received the maximum pleasure from my movements. I felt her body heaving a little beneath me, a signal that Toni’s tongue was working magic on her and the heaves became more, and longer, and she began to breathe out loud and she gasped out words as her orgasm began to build deep within her and she said ‘I love your cock in my breasts! I love you fucking them! Toni, fuck me with your tongue!... Yes! …..Lick my clit! Harder!.....  Davey! Davey!.... Shoot your cum on me!..... Toni, drink me!’ and then she gave a mighty heave beneath me and stayed arched as much as she could under me and she screamed out loud ‘Yes! I’m cumming I’m cumming NOW!’ and she groaned and gasped and her body shook beneath me and she let out a long guttural ‘Yeeeeeessssssss!’ in her throat and at that moment my own cum shot from my cock and spurted into her breasts and again and she squeezed them tighter against me and that made me cum again into them and it was wonderful and exquisite and wet and beautiful and she sank back onto the bed and I sank down a little onto her as I  finished.
She let her breasts relax away from my cock and used the fingers of both hands to wipe and smear my cum all over her breasts and her stomach, covering her nipples and her chest and her stomach as much as she could, and then grasping my cock and wiping some back onto it and Toni was beside us now and Tanya offered her fingers to Toni and she sucked at them and wiped some cum from Tanya with her own fingers and offered it back to Tanya’s mouth and the girls were sucking at each other’s fingers covered with my cum and wiping it across their cheeks and then Toni pressed her wet sticky fingers against my lips and I opened them and sucked at those long slender digits as she gave me back my own cum.
 
I rolled away from Tanya to allow her to recover. Her body was still heaving slightly as she regained her breath. Toni looked at me as she sucked the last remaining cum from her fingers.
“You taste lovely!” she whispered.  “Taste ME !” and she lay back on the bed beside Tanya who obligingly shifted to one side.
This was an invitation I was not going to miss (would you?) and I moved to lie half across her so that I could start by kissing  and nuzzling those lovely breasts. I followed Toni’s own earlier movements down Tanya’s body as I kissed and sucked and licked and nuzzled and nibbled my way down the length of Toni’s body, savouring the taste of her soft skin, the mingled tastes of  her juices and Tanya’s and my cum all together as I neared the waistband of her pants. I paused to suck the fabric, the mingled tastes stronger on her pants and the better for that. She opened her legs and I moved between them, running my tongue across the flat of her belly through her pants, then lower down the crease of her groin, first one side and then the other.  She caressed my head and as I let my tongue flick across her cunt lips she tried to pull my head in there but I wasn’t having that yet and I made her wait, licking her thighs, enjoying the thrill as my tongue touched the elastic of those black hold-ups and then back onto the heat of her thighs and I did it again because it’s just so erotic and so  naughty and it’s like sex with a girl for the first time and it’s heavenly and you want it to go on and on but Toni was pulling at my head and I moved up again to her groin and her belly and then I let my tongue nuzzle briefly into her cunt lips and she gasped and jerked and pushed against me and now I eased away the leg of  her pants from her skin and my tongue went inside them and now I could taste her hot flesh and suck those beautiful cunt lips for real and I paused in shock because they were so beautifully smooth and to my utter delight Toni was completely shaved.
I sensed that Tanya had been kissing Toni’s stomach above my head at some point and I sensed her moving round the bed too as she watched me sucking Toni out.
But Toni was pulling insistently at me and I continued licking her cunt lips and between them.    
She was incredibly wet and she tasted of sweetness and of cum and a little of pee and her juices were hot and they flowed from her and onto my tongue as I eased it between her lips and into her cunt and it was so hot and wet and then my tongue found her clit and I began to lick it very, very hard and because it was quite large it was easy to trace my tongue round it and over it and across it and I licked and flicked at it even harder and she gasped again and jerked and thrust herself against me so hard my lips ached and there was so much juice coming from her and I drank the nectar with delight and relish and licked and licked and used one finger to explore inside her pants at her ass and in the crease and I found her rosebud and gently inserted my finger there and she opened to receive it and began those arching movements and I felt contentment that I was giving her pleasure and she began to gasp out loud ‘oh! oh! oh! Dave! Dave! What’re you doing to me?’ and the words died away to a groaning and moaning in her throat and I let my finger go right inside her rosebud and then she was there as I licked so very hard at her clit and she arched up and let out her breath in a long ‘aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!’ as she came and I felt the spurts of her own cum soaking my already wet mouth and face and it was delightful and gorgeous and she sank back as I removed my finger. But I followed her body with my tongue and licked at her delightful clit and cunt, soaking wet, as she relaxed. Her hands gently grasped my head and she held me away from her, gasping   ‘Can’t! Can’t!’ and I reluctantly stopped and allowed the edge of her pants to fall back into place.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her tenderly as she recovered. I really did like her very much. Tanya was standing on the other side of the bed and she gave me a huge grin.   All angles.
She moved to the foot of the bed and bent over Toni, opening her legs. Toni looked at her in surprise. Tanya quickly went down on her and started to lick and suck at her cunt through her pants. Toni tried to wriggle up the bed away from her saying ‘No! Please! I can’t now. Wait a bit!’
I knew Tanya wanted to taste her cum and her juice as much as I did and she continued to lick at Toni’s wet pants as she wriggled away from her making pushing motions at her head until there was no more bed left and she had to stop.
Toni made little whimpering noises. “Please! Stop! ”
But Tanya’s tongue works wonders (I should know) and as Toni tried to push Tanya away she let out small, child-like cries.
“I can’t! I really can’t!..... No, please! No! Oh! Oh! I’m cumming again!” and she went rigid for a moment as she had another small climax from Tanya’s tongue.
Tanya came to sit beside me on the bed. Toni was lying back with her eyes closed, her whole body trembling. Tanya smiled at me and kissed me, our tongues meeting as we exchanged the flavour and taste of Toni’s cum. And then we both sat and watched her, our hands joining and our fingers intertwining like young lovers on their first date. But then, that’s how it is with us, all the time.
Toni continued to tremble, her eyes screwed tightly shut. And then to my dismay and horror I saw a tear escape from one eye, then another, and then her body shook and she sobbed.
I looked at Tanya and for a brief millisecond all sorts of thoughts ran through my head. Had she overdone it? Was Toni frightened we were monsters who were going to abuse her body all weekend? Had Tanya hurt her because she was so sensitive after her orgasm with my tongue? I was really concerned and when I looked at Tanya I saw the same concern mirrored in her eyes.
“Toni!” Tanya’s voice bore the same worry. “Whatever is it, my sweet? Have we hurt you? What’s wrong?”
But Toni just shook her head and kept her eyes closed. She reached out both hands and we each took one, not sure what to do or say. Toni lay and sobbed, tears running from her eyes and she made no attempt to wipe them away or look at us. Something was obviously terribly wrong and Tanya and I looked at each other hopelessly.
“Toni!” she said again, her voice as soft and tender as I’ve ever heard it. “Tell us. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Toni shook her head again and pressed her lips together. “You-” was all she managed to blurt out. And then again, “You –”
And then her eyes opened and she stared straight up at the ceiling and the tears ran down her face and she almost shouted as us as she struggled between her sobs and she began to roll her head from side to side but didn’t look at us and gripped our hands very, very tightly and she cried,
“It’s you! Both of you! You make me feel….you’re so nice! You’re so warm! To each other and to me…you make me feel wanted….you make me feel loved and it’s such a nice feeling….and I’ve never felt that way so much before…and you give me so much pleasure…..and why couldn’t I have met you before…..and where have you both been all my life!”

And she finished with a huge sob as she finally turned her head to look straight at us as she gripped our hands and her eyes were imploring us for an answer as they poured out her tears and she looked from Tanya to me and that imploring look was still there and she was waiting for us to answer her heartfelt cries.
“Oh, Toni!”
My adorable girl melted at Toni’s look and she went to lie beside her, nuzzling her and stroking her and soothing her as if she were a small child, and really that’s how she looked, lying on the bed, small, innocent and child-like, waiting for someone to make her pain better. And I saw with a sudden surge of love that Tanya had tears in her eyes too as she comforted Toni and made soothing noises and cooed at her and caressed her tenderly but with no sexual undertones and I relaxed a bit myself because that had all been a bit of a shock.
Tanya used her shirt to gently wipe Toni’s face and eyes, watching her with great tenderness. Toni’s sobs quietened apart from an occasional sniff and she looked at us and gave us a sad little smile.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry I cried. I hope I haven’t spoilt things and I’m very sorry for what I just said. I had no right to say those things to you, but you both make me feel so warm and nice inside and I just couldn’t keep it in. I really am sorry.”
We both said “Don’t be silly!” at the same time.
“You certainly haven’t spoilt things,” I told her, “and you can say whatever you like to us while you’re here. Whatever you like,” I repeated, thinking that it would be nice to hear her say to me ‘Fuck me!’
“And there’s nothing to be sorry about,” Tanya cooed at her. “We were just worried we’d hurt you or frightened you.”
Toni shook her head again. “No, no,” she said quietly. “Far from it. Somehow you manage to give me such huge orgasms, both of you,  bigger than I’ve had before. And I’ve lost count how many. Oh no, you haven’t hurt me at all. Don’t think that, please. You’ve made me –you’re making me, very happy.”
And we all paused and looked at one another and knew that each of us was happy and contented and I believe each of us thought ahead to what still was to come, and we smiled and grinned at each other and I knew I was right.
“I think,” Tanya said, rising from the bed and shucking off the shirt, “that we could have a little break. I’ll make us some snacks and some more drinks.”
She looked at Toni and smiled, bent down and picked up Toni’s bra which had come off during our exploits and dropped it on the floor with the shirt.
“It will give you two a chance to get to know each other better.” She grinned at us both, and gave me a wink as she passed by me and out of the room.
 
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I lay on one side, facing Toni, gazing into her face and gently stroking her cheek or her ear, or her lovely short hair.
“You’re a very lovely girl, Toni. Beautiful. Small, sweet, a little elfin. I like you very much.”
She reached and touched my cheek and her eyes searched my face.
“And I like you too, Dave. Very much. And Tanya, of course. But I do like you. I wish I could feel you in ----” she stopped and her eyes continued to rove across my face. “Do you and Tanya often talk dirty to each other?” she asked me softly.
 “Oh,  always,” I assured her. “All the time.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “I never have.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Never?”
“The only time my ex used the word fuck was if he said, ‘I want to fuck you now.’ He might just as well have said ‘I want coffee, or I want food.’ It meant about the same to him, I think. He never tried to turn me on by using dirty talk and never asked me to use it on him either.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, for us, dirty talk heightens our pleasure. A lot. There are no holds barred and we say to each other whatever we feel or want. I can’t say if it works that way for other people, but it definitely does for us.”   
“Oh it works for me too,” Toni smiled. “Now that I’ve heard it. Hearing Tanya urging you and me just now and telling us what she wanted made me very wet.”
She stroked my cheek.
“I wish you could fuck me, Dave. I wish I could feel you in my cunt. My wet cunt.”
Her words, and the way she spoke them, trying them as if savouring a new taste on her tongue for the first time, made me start to get hard again.
Toni closed her eyes. “I wish I could feel your prick sliding into me, sliding into my pussy and rubbing against my clit and making me wet and filling me ---”  Her eyes opened and a cloud passed behind them.
“But we both promised, didn’t we?”
“Yes we did,” I agreed with a trace of firmness in my voice. “And I won’t break a promise, especially to Tanya. Your cunt, delightful and wet and hot as it is, is strictly out of bounds to my cock, and my cock is equally off-limits to your wet pussy. It’s a shame, I agree. But there it is.”
Toni nodded again. “There’s no way I would want you to break that promise,” she said, “but, God, my cunt is aching for your prick.”
We looked at each other, both wishing for the unattainable.
“Can I ask you something?” I said, wanting to divert my thoughts away from temptation.
“Anything.” She kissed me gently. “Anything. No holds barred.”
“You seem a little, er—tender, well, er--- young, to have such sexual experience as you have. I’m surprised that you’re quite so -- um-- adept as you are, if your ex was as selfish as you say.”
“Oh, I’ve never done anything like this before,” Toni answered cheerfully. “Of course I gave him blowjobs and handjobs if he wanted, but I’ve never been licked or sucked out before.  Maybe that’s why I had such huge climaxes when Tanya and you licked me out,” she added thoughtfully. 
My eyebrows were rising more and more as she told me this.
“I’ve never had my  um- ass licked or licked one myself, and I’ve never, ever been with another girl or a couple before.”
Now I was up, leaning one elbow as I stared at her incredulously.
“You’ve never done any of that?”
She shook her head, then giggled.
“I’m sort of making it up as I go along, and it’s lovely!” And she hugged me and kissed me again.
I was absolutely dumbfounded.
In the first place I would never have guessed from her touches and her confidence that she had no experience of some of the things we’d done. Secondly, I was amazed that she accepted all these new experiences, took these new ideas into her stride and immediately used them to give pleasure to Tanya and I without batting an eyelid.  And of course I was dumbstruck at the thought that Tanya had managed to find a sweet girl like this.
“But, I don’t understand,” I floundered. “If that’s the case, how did you meet up with Tanya? Why did the idea of coming here appeal to you at all? Tanya must have explained about our own tastes and sexual fun, and what we do. If this was all unknown and new to you, how is it that you’re so ready and willing to be with us?”
“I just wanted it,” she replied simply.
This was no explanation at all and she realised it.
“I mean, although I’ve never tried the things that you and Tanya do, never been licked out, never been with a girl or any of the other things she told me about, and she told me a lot, I’ve often thought about things like that. Imagined them, I suppose you could say. I don’t know where it comes from, somewhere deep inside my psyche I suppose, but I’ve often thought to myself, what would it be like to be sucked till I came? How will it be if I tried this? What’s it like to do that? How is sex with another girl? Would I like the feel of  a female tongue on me or female kisses? Would it be nice if I had a cock in me at the same time? Oh, many things that I’ve never experienced, but thought about, wanted to do. Do you understand, Dave?”
I nodded.  I understood.
“And how did you meet up with Tanya?” I enquired.
Toni giggled again and glanced away sheepishly. “I was on the internet. At a sex site, looking for a boyfriend,” she giggled. “And I saw Tanya’s advert.”
(So that’s how she’d done it!).   
“And I thought, wow, that’s sounds like it could be interesting. So I emailed her, and later we spoke on the phone, and then, well, here I am!” she finished with a laugh.
My elbow was aching  and I lay down again.
“Well, I don’t know what to say,” I said. “Except, here you are indeed, and very glad I am that you are.”
She laughed again and traced a finger across my cheek.
“You sound like Yoda from Star Wars,” she laughed, “but you’re not as old and wizened as he is, thank God!”
I laughed too and I told her, “I’m not that old and I don’t think I’m wizened but I’m going to find out.”
And I reached for her and kissed her and we started all over again as I moved across her face with my lips and tongue, and then down over those gorgeous, tanned mounds.
“Your breasts are just beautiful,” I murmured between kisses and licks. “So soft, so smooth, but so round and firm. I love them.”
And I moved lower and lower and reached her pants and pulled them down a little and yes, there was no mistake, she was smooth, smooth, soft, silky and just as tanned there too with not a white area in sight so it was sunbathing naked then and to kiss and lick her smooth tanned love mound and her smooth cunt lips and slide inside them to lick her smooth wet cunt was ecstatic. I was now hard again and I moved back up to her face to plant wet kisses over her and give her her own juices back and I whispered, “I want to fuck you, sweet little Toni. I want to fuck your ass, as deep as I can!”
“Yes, Dave!” she whispered back, her eyes shining. “Yes! I want it! I want you to fuck me! Fuck my ass!  Deep! And hard! Now! Quickly!”
And she was rolling over and tipping me off her as she knelt before me and presented her lovely round ass to me and I wanted it too and I didn’t want to wait and I pulled down the waistband of her pants and she pushed her ass out at me and my cock was out and I wanted to be in her so much and I shoved and this was like rape and I plunged into her and I pounded at her and each thrust pushed her forward and it was just so lovely to fuck that tight round ass and I thrust and thrust and thrust and she was whispering at me and saying ‘Yes! It’s so nice!’ and I kept pounding at her and my pulse was racing and my heart was pounding and I wanted to fuck her ass for ever but I felt that feeling and she was whispering ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! I love you in my ass! Fuck me harder!’ and there were the words that I wanted to hear so much and it didn’t matter that it was not her cunt but her ass because it was so nice to be in there and I fucked her as hard as I possibly could and I was sweating and my heart raced and there it was and I came and it gushed and spurted and gushed and spurted and I felt it on my cock as it seeped out of her ass along my cock and there was still cum and I shot again and again and she must be full but there was one last spurt and I was empty.
I was utterly exhausted and sated and I sank back onto the bed, catching my breath and waiting for my heart and pulse to slow. They do say that having sex is equal in effort to running a mile. I thought I must have just run ten. My girl had been right as usual. The orgasms were tremendous after that long wait. And then I felt my hand being taken and placed inside the waist of Toni’s pants and she took my fingers to her ass and collected my cum on them and brought my hand back to her mouth and licked them and sucked them as I continued to breathe heavily and only when she’d sucked every last drop she could did she give my hand little gentle, normal kisses and lay it tenderly on my chest.
She snuggled up to me and put her head on my stomach. I felt a lick as she retrieved some cum from my cock and then she slid  her head up to my chest and I moved my hand to rest on her cheek as she lay there and looked at me, her eyes glowing, her short hair all tousled and her mouth wet from my cum.
“Dave!” she murmured. “Dave! That was ---I can’t tell you in words. I just love you in my ass.” She wriggled as she spoke, maybe imagining me there again or maybe remembering the feelings. “I want that again,” she said softly. “I like that so much. I wish it was my cunt but I like that and I want it again.”
I waved a hand at her weakly.
“Not now. I want it too, my sweet and lovely little Toni but I’m exhausted. I need a bit of a rest. You could say, I’m fucked.”   
And she laughed out loud and I grinned at her because I didn’t have the strength to laugh and we lay like that, sated, contented and drowsy until Tanya returned.
 
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She brought in a huge tray of goodies, plates, cutlery, napkins, and then returned to the kitchen to fetch three more beers.
Tanya was a believer in the old adage, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and this time she’d excelled herself.  None of this faddish vegetarian crap, thank you very much, but good wholesome food that tasted delicious, filled you up and was (mostly) good for you. Toni and I rose and padded to the table where Tanya had set things down. On the way, Toni couldn’t resist taking my hand putting it down the back of her wet pants again and licking my fingers once more even as we arrived at the food.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “Look at all this! Tanya, why didn’t you call me to help you?”
Tanya laughed, grabbed my hand and licked my fingers herself.
(Doesn’t miss a trick.)
“Oh, no, sweet little Toni. You and Davey had much better things to do!”  And she laughed again and Toni giggled and life was again, very much alright.
There were cheesy things, salady things, tomato things, mini pizzas, sausages on sticks, fruit on sticks, little bowls of hot steaming rice, there were vol-au-vents, there were biscuits and crackers and nuts and crisps and dips and breadsticks and fruit and right in the middle of the tray, a big raspberry gateaux. (Mostly good for you.) I knew we had all this stuff. We’d only bought it all that morning. (Was it really only that morning? It seemed like ages ago.) But my girl had spent a lot of effort in laying it all out.
“This should keep us going for a while,” Tanya said. “Dive in.”
And we did.
We stood or sat around munching and Tanya passed a beer to Toni and one to me. I gave her a look. She understood perfectly what it said. If I drink this I really won’t be able to wait any longer.
Through a mouthful of cheese and biscuits she mouthed ‘Wait!’ severely at me then smiled.
I put one arm round her and gave her a strong hug.  I nodded at the food. “Thanks for this,” I said. “You’re wonderful and adorable and sexy and gorgeous, - and I want to fuck you!” I finished in a whisper. “But I can’t just yet,” I added.
“Oh, and why’s that then?” she asked ingenuously in a whisper. “You’re fucked are you?”
I nodded and she said “Good. Good. That’s what we like to hear.”
And Toni, who’d heard perfectly well everything we’d said,  giggled and made us laugh too.
We finally filled ourselves as much as we could and sat, finishing our beers.
“Leave the food there,” Tanya suggested. “We can help ourselves whenever we want, and anyway, it might come in useful. Who knows?”
We’d tried this once or twice. We both enjoyed it, but we preferred our sex wet and dirty rather than fruity or creamy.
Toni’s eyes went a bit wide and she glanced at the gateaux which remained untouched.
“Ooooooo!” was all she said.
“Toni, my sweet little girl, ” Tanya suddenly said, “we’ll be with you in just a minute.”
And so saying she suddenly grabbed me and threw me back on the bed, beer bottle and all. She straddled me, kneeling and looking down at me, her long hair falling forwards to drape across my chest.
“Finish that,” she commanded.
I drained the last drops and she took the bottle and put it on the bedside table.
“Now,” she said, and took my hand and placed it between her open legs. I felt her cunt lips, warm and soft through the damp fabric of her pants. We stayed like that for a moment as Tanya stared down at me, then smiled and closed her eyes as the first hot drops of her pee came soaking through her pants and onto my hand.
I looked across at Toni who was watching interestedly. “Toni,” I called.
She came to the bed and I took her hand and placed it above mine so that she could feel the  delicious heat and wetness of Tanya’s golden shower which ran from her pants and cascaded over our hands.   
“Ooooooo!” Toni said again. “Nice!” She removed her hand and licked it, sampling the taste. “Ooo, I like that!”
Tanya rolled off me and onto her back. I knew what she wanted. I moved between her legs and licked her cunt through her pants and the shower she’d been holding back released, gushing out and soaking her pants and my face. I licked and slurped and sucked, enjoying the slightly salty taste; a taste I’d relished many times before but was quite new to Toni.  She could see and hear what was happening and she moved nearer to us and said,  “Can I have some?” and I obligingly moved away and let her take my place between Tanya’s legs. She buried her head as tightly into Tanya’s pants as she could and made little appreciative ‘mmmm’ noises as she licked and sucked and drank until Tanya was empty. Finally she raised her face, soaking wet and shining, licked her lips and said, “Dave?”
Tanya moved aside and Toni lay in her place, her legs open wide. Tanya began to lick and kiss her legs through the black hold-ups and Toni wriggled comfortably.
“Let me do it on you,” she begged me and I regained my position on the bed, pushing my wet face into Toni’s crotch and delighting as she hesitantly at first, then more confidently, allowed her piss to run out into her pants.
“Oooo, that’s nice!” she exclaimed as she felt the warmth of her own shower run down her cunt and round to her ass. I sucked and licked and tasted her, and she was more salty than Tanya but it was still delicious and I relished every drop.
“Stop, sweet girl,” came Tanya’s quiet voice.
Toni looked at her in some surprise and I felt the warm flow cease.
“Lump! It’s my turn,” Tanya  grinned and I moved off the bed completely.
Tanya lay down and pulled Toni over to lie on top of her.
“Straddle me,” Tanya whispered, and as Toni raised her body, drew up her knees and knelt over her, Tanya wriggled down towards the foot of the bed.
“Higher,” she said, and then again, “higher.”
Toni’s wet pants and cunt were now positioned over Tanya’s breasts.
Tanya reached up and fondled Toni’s own breasts and looked into her eyes.
“Just a little,” she said and I saw the golden flow begin again as Toni relaxed her muscles and her pee ran out straight from her pants and onto Tanya’s breasts, covering them and running down each side of them, down between them and onto Tanya’s stomach.
“Enough, darling Toni,”  Tanya murmured. “Move higher.”
And Toni did, so that she was now positioned directly over Tanya’s mouth.
“Sit on me, and let it all go,” Tanya instructed and Toni lowered her crotch onto Tanya’s face and a look of sheer bliss appeared on her face as she felt her warm piss run out, over her own thighs, into her pants and onto Tanya’s face. I knew Tanya would be licking her cunt as well, and that added to the look of pleasure on Toni.
Finally she must have stopped because she lifted herself from Tanya. She rolled off her and the two lay side by side.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said wondrously. “It’s, -- it’s lovely! I never thought it would be so nice.”
“You’re never to old to learn, my child,” I intoned in my best headmaster’s voice.
Toni fluttered her eyelashes at me as Tanya looked on, a huge  grin on her face.
“Oh! And what else have you to teach me, kind sir?” she asked in a squeaky, little girl voice. She put one finger provocatively between her lips and pulled them open a little. “I’m sure I have much to learn  and I can assure the gentleman that I am a most willing and able student!” And she opened her legs wide and fluttered her eyelashes at me again.
But neither of us could keep up the act and we all dissolved into fits of laughter.
“I think,” Tanya said, “that it’s time Davey wet us. Don’t you agree, fair maiden?”
“Mmmmm!” Toni answered, gazing at me.
“And where shall he place this wonderful nectar upon us, do you think?” Tanya mused. “Shall it be on our tits? Our stomachs? In our cunts? Our asses? You choose, little Toni. Where would you like him to do it on you?”
“I think,” Toni began thoughtfully, doing her lip pulling thing again with one finger, quite unconsciously it seemed to me, “I think I would like--”  and she whispered in Tanya’s ear, so quietly that I couldn’t hear a word.    
Tanya’s eyes lit up and she looked at me. “Brilliant!” she exclaimed. “Toni, you’re brilliant! We’ve never tried that! What a great idea. I hope he’s got enough for two.”
As I was so full to bursting after a quantity of wine and two beers that it was a job to hold it back and that itself was uncomfortable, I felt quite sure I had enough for two.
“Your idea. You first,” Tanya offered. “I’ll get out of the way.”  And she rolled off the bed, came to me, cupped her face in my hands and said ‘Lump. I love you. The fair maiden awaits.’ And she went to nibble at the food again.
Toni actually rubbed her hands together. “Dave!” she called imperiously. “I require your services. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, touching my forelock and enjoying the game as I moved towards the bed.
“You’re to straddle me,” commanded the fair maiden, “but facing the foot of the bed. You’re to put your cock inside the waistband of my pants so that it lies on my mound, facing my feet. And then let go,” she added in an excited voice.
Tanya was right, bless her. We never had tried this and I thought it would be very nice.
So I dutifully positioned myself as instructed and paused.
“Yes, Dave,” whispered Toni softly. “Now. Let it go on me. Please?”
And I did. My pee gushed out from me and the relief was almost a physical sensation as my golden water shot into Toni’s pants and ran down against her cunt and clit.
“Oh, it’s hot!” Toni exclaimed. “Nice! Hot!” And she fondled and caressed the cheeks of my ass in front of her, murmuring “Nice! Nice! Nice!” all the while. Then, “Enough, sir! I declare I am washed sufficiently now. Enough, I say sir! You may resume your other duties!”
With some difficulty I held back my flow and extracted my cock from Toni’s pants.
As I moved off Toni she said, “I shall summon you again when needed. Do not stray!” and even as she spoke my lovely Tanya was taking her place and lying as she had done. She smiled a loving smile at me but said not one word as I re-positioned myself in the same way. Tanya didn’t bother with the cheeks of my ass. She waited till she felt my warm flow on her and went straight for my rosebud, pushing her finger into me and taking the fabric of my pants with it as she strove to push it all the way in. The pants prevented her and she contented herself with moving her finger in and out as I let my pee flow into her pants and down over her cunt as it had Toni’s before her. I looked up to see Toni watching, rubbing her soaking wet pants and then licking her fingers as she savoured the taste of my pee and the other mixed tastes from our previous encounters. Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she sucked and swallowed, scooped again and sucked and swallowed some more.
“Davey, baby, I love you,” came Tanya’s voice. “I like this. So warm. So wet. Love you very much my baby.”
And just for the briefest of moments, the very, very briefest of milliseconds, I saw the cloud that passed behind Toni’s eyes.
I had finished and I rolled off Tanya. Lying beside her I looked at her. “I needed that.”
“I know you did, my sweet. We all did. It was nice, and worth the wait.” She looked at Toni.
“Love you for that idea Toni. Brilliant. That’s added to our list of pleasures.”
And Toni looked at us both, and beamed, and her eyes shone even more brightly than before. She came to lie between Tanya and I.
“If I’ve done that,” she said, “if I’ve managed to do something to add to your pleasures, something new, then I’m very, very happy.” And she hugged Tanya and then  me.
“You’re a sweetheart,” Tanya murmured to her, running her hand through Toni’s short hair and down her cheek. “A real sweetheart. And -” she gave me a brief glance with her eyebrow raised and I nodded, “ –we love you. Not like we love each other, but we love you too. Both of us.”
Toni looked at Tanya, her big eyes wide, and there was love in her look and she turned her face and looked at me and there was still love in her eyes and she smiled, a warm, utterly peaceful and contented smile and she said, “And I love you too. Both of you. I love you Tanya for your kindness and cleverness and thoughtfulness and because you make sure I’m having pleasure from you both, and because you’re so happy with Dave, and I love you Dave because you’re thoughtful too and because you look after Tanya so well and because you love her so much but you make sure I have pleasure too, and you’re strong and kind and everything a man should be and you’re both so happy with each other and you’ve  made me so happy too now and I love you both for it.” And she hugged us again.
  
We lay there, together, arms round one another or draped across our bodies and we were at peace and it was so nice and nobody had to touch anybody’s sex at all because it wasn’t necessary it was just right that we lay there together. 
And then Toni made to get up from the bed and said, “But now I must go to the bathroom.”
And quick as a flash Tanya’s arms went round her and her hands pinned Toni’s upper arms to the bed so she had to stay flat on her back.
“What!” Toni cried. “What are you doing? I have to go to the bathroom!”
And Tanya remained quiet and watched her and Toni began to struggle against her and cried out.
“Tanya! Let me go. I mean it! I’m not joking! Let me up!”
I had no idea what this was all about and I got off the bed and stood looking down at them. Tanya moved to straddle Toni and now she was hopelessly pinned beneath Tanya, her arms still pinned flat. She heaved up but there was no way she was going to shift Tanya like that.
Toni glared at her. “Tanya! Stop it! Now!”
She struggled harder and writhed her body under Tanya as she tried to free herself.
“Tanya! What is this?” Toni looked up at me. “Dave! Tell her!”
I began to feel uncomfortable.
“Tanya! I’m telling you I must get up and go to the bathroom!”
“You’ve already been to the bathroom,” Tanya pointed out.
“Not like that!” Toni said. “I mean I have to go to the bathroom, properly!”
Tanya nodded. “Then go,” she told her.
Toni writhed furiously. “Then let me up!” she screamed.
I really didn’t like this. This wasn’t my Tanya. What the hell was she doing? After Toni’s earlier outburst of crying when we were both concerned I felt protective of Toni and this wasn’t nice for her. I really didn’t like this at all and said so.
“Tanya. Enough,” I said firmly. “Let Toni up. If she wants to go and use the bathroom, let her.”
Now it may seem that Tanya wears the trousers in our home and that she controls things, plans things and organises her and me the way she wants and that I just keep my mouth shut and let her get on with it, like a puppy letting its master organise its food, walks and its life.  She does. And I do, but because I’m happy for her to be that way. It suits both of us and we’re both quite content that it works like that. She controls, plans and organises so well because she instinctively knows what I’ll like and what I won’t. So I don’t have to object or insist on my own way because her way suits me and her both, and we’re happy like that. But you know all that already. The point is, Tanya also knows very well that she doesn’t really wear the trousers at all. I let her, but if I really, really want something apposite to her idea, or if I really, really object to something, and believe me that is a very, very rare occurrence indeed,  there is a tone in my voice which tells her immediately that I am wearing the trousers and that I mean what I say and that I am being masterful as a man should. This, as I say, is a rare thing, but Tanya always knows she doesn’t really control me or organise me and if she hears that tone in my voice she at once becomes submissive and gives way to me. She heard that tone now, and ignored it.
Toni looked at me and gave a little satisfied nod, then looked at Tanya.
“See! Now let me up!”
“If you have to go to the bathroom, then go,” Tanya repeated.
Toni stared at her and her big eyes grew enormous.
“What! What’re you saying! You want me to go now? Here? In my pants?”
Tanya nodded. And Toni struggled even more furiously and heaved and twisted.
“Tanya! She needs to go. Let her up! Do as I say. Now!”
And to my utter, utter amazement and incredulity, Tanya turned to look at me with a half smile on her face, and Toni stopped her struggling, looked at me with that sweet elfin face and gave me a huge wink and said,
“All part of the plan, Stan!”
I looked at them both, speechless.
“Really Dave. It’s okay. Look.”
And Tanya was still looking at me with that half smile as she lifted her hands to free Toni and Toni stayed exactly where she was.
“See?” Toni said. “It really is okay.”
“You’ve planned this between you!” I accused them. “You bloody little minxes! I can’t believe it.”   
And Toni giggled and looked at Tanya, and Tanya looked at me and realised that for once, just for once,  she might have gone too far and she left Toni and came to me and threw her arms round me and hugged me but she couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on my face because she, they, had had me so completely and utterly and she said, “Oh, Davey, I’m really sorry but it was such fun to see your face. Yes, we had planned it. I admit. We thought it would be fun. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to hurt you or make you angry.” And she giggled at Toni, and Toni giggled some more.
Bloody little minxes!
I hugged my adorable little minx and said, “I’m not angry. Really I’m not. It was a clever trick and it totally fooled me. I was worried for Toni but I’m not angry. Really.”
Maybe I was. At being fooled. Just a teeny bit.
I kissed Tanya and held her face. “Bloody little minx! I’m not angry but I feel as if I ought to tan your backside!”
“Oooo, yes please!” she squealed, but we don’t do that and she knew it. I looked at Toni.
“Bloody little elfin minx,” I said.
She wiped a laughter tear from her eye. “That was good!” she admitted with a grin. “I wasn’t at all sure I could keep a straight face and get away with it, but Tanya said yes you can, and I did.” And she started giggling all over again.
“Come and join the game,” Tanya pleaded, kissing my lips and gazing into my eyes. “Please! Promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
And she did. (But that’s another story.)
Tanya led me back to the bed and brushed her hand across my hair and down my cheek. She looked searchingly at me and asked quietly, “You okay, Davey baby? You really okay now?”
I nodded. “ I may get you back for that one day, y’know” I threatened.
Tanya nodded seriously. “Perhaps I deserve it,” she said quietly. “We really didn’t think you’d be quite so  -um- masterful about it. Have I spoilt things?”
“No,” I told her. “No, you haven’t. But I wonder what else you’ve got planned between you?” I arched an eyebrow theatrically and looked them both, but neither replied.
“I love you,” Tanya said then, resting her head on my chest as she does. “I love you so much. And I want you.”
I stroked her hair and back, the way she likes.
“We haven’t had a row, you know,” I said. “You just tricked me and I didn’t see it coming at all. It’s okay, my adorable little minx. It is okay, you know.”
And it was.  My few moments of annoyance had gone.
“Well, anyway, I have to go to the bathroom,” Toni reminded us, and Tanya left me and leapt onto the bed and onto Toni and pinned her arms again and this time I joined in and put my head close to Toni’s and leered at her in my best evil voice, “But you’re not going to the bathroom. You’re going to stay here and do it in your pants!”
And Toni struggled again and now I could see that her arms weren’t really pinned at all and she twisted and heaved under Tanya and she cried out, softly, “No! No! You must let me up! Please! I can’t do it in my pants! They’ll be full! And dirty! I mustn’t! It’s not right! Let me up! Please!”
And Tanya grinned at me and leered at Toni herself.
“No, my sweet. My lovely little Toni. You’re not getting up yet. We’ll keep you here until you’re empty!”
And Toni squealed and struggled and pleaded and twisted.
“No, no! I can’t! I mustn’t! I can’t fill my pants! Oh! Oh! No! I must go! It’s coming! I can’t hold it in any more! Let me up before it’s too late and I let it all go!”
“Let it all go, little girl!” I leered.
“Yes, let it all come out of you and fill your lovely wet pants!” leered Tanya.
“To mix with the pee and the cum that’s already there!” I leered.
And Toni’s squeal rose higher and she struggled some more and then a look of shock dawned on her face and she cried, “No! No! I can’t hold it!” Her eyes screwed up tight together and she repeated, “ I can’t hold it! It’s coming! It’s coming!”
Tanya signalled me with her eyes and together we rolled Toni over and lifted her hips so that her tight, round little ass was in the air. Her head lay to one side and she stopped her fake struggles but kept on objecting as we positioned her.   
“No! No! This is so naughty! You mustn’t make me do this!  I mustn’t do it in my pants and make them full and dirty but I can’t stop it! It wants to come out! I can feel it’s coming out now and oh! No! I mustn’t let it! No! Oh! Oh!  Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Tanya and I had a hand each on her ass, mine down near her cunt and Tanya’s higher at the top of her crease. Toni’s last long cry was accompanied by a bulge appearing in the middle of her pants as she began to expel everything she had inside her.
It was hot and soft and sticky and brown and it continued to fill and expand her pants as Tanya and I each revelled in the sight and feel of it as we cupped the bulge in our hands and massaged it higher and lower to cover all her ass cheeks. Toni was very, very full and more and more sticky brown stuff came from inside her and continued to fill her pants. Tanya and I spread it and shaped it and pushed it inside her pants and it began to fill her crotch so that it was hot against her cunt and she moaned and whispered ‘oh I’m filling my pants and it’s so nice and hot and sticky and I can feel it on my cunt.’ We felt her push as she extruded more and more. There was a huge amount and we were careful  to keep it within her pants, filling every inch of the back of them and ensuring that it also filled them lower down in her crotch where it formed a separate, hot sticky bulge which I gently squashed against her cunt and clit.
“Rrrrooooorrrrrrrr!” Toni whispered loudly as she felt it squeeze between her cunt lips, rub against her clit and into her love tunnel. “Ooooooo, that’s so nice! I want more! But I haven’t any more! That’s all I have.”
“It’s wonderful and it’s enough for now,” Tanya cooed softly. “But you shall have more, sweet little Toni. You shall have more.”
I was massaging Toni’s pants and shaping and pushing and making sure that I filled Toni’s cunt with as much of her brown stickiness as I possibly could. And each time I kneaded a little more into her she gave a little moan and pushed backwards against my hand to help.
Tanya bent to kiss Toni’s lithe back and ran her tongue from her shoulderblades slowly and delicately down Toni’s spine. Toni gave a little shiver. Tanya continued until she reached the small of her back and then she left the bed and disappeared from my view. I took over, still playing with Toni’s full pants and filling her cunt and I licked her back and her ribs as I did.
“Are you comfortable like that, Toni?” I whispered.
She nodded her head. Then, softly, excitedly, “Are you going to fuck my ass again, Dave?”
“Not now, my lovely little Toni,” I answered equally softly. “But I will. Tanya wants to fuck you.”
Because I knew where my girl had gone. She’d gone for the strap-on with the latex cock that we have.
“Tanya’s going to fuck my ass?” She was still excited at the thought.
“No. She’s going to fill your cunt with her cock and fuck you.”
“Mmmmmmm! Yes! I want it. I want to feel it!”
I moved aside and waited as Tanya came to the bed and positioned herself at the foot of it. Gently she pushed at Toni’s hips and slid her further up the bed until she could kneel on it herself. Tanya had got rid of her manhole cover and now wore only her pink see through stretch pants. I thought it would be a good time to lose my skirt as well and it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Tanya had pulled down the front of her pants and the cock stuck out from them. I’d seen it, and felt it, many times before, but now it looked huge.
Tanya waited and looked at me.
“Love you,” she said and her mouth puckered up. I stepped forward to her and kissed her tenderly.
Tanya reached one hand out and stroked Toni’s back.
“Love you, Toni,” she said.
Toni wriggled a little and sighed comfortably. “Love you too, Tanya. I want to feel you fuck me now!”
By way of answer Tanya knelt up on the bed behind her, holding the cock in one hand and moved forward so that it pressed against Toni’s ass, the tip pushing gently into the fabric and squashing the brown stickiness inside. Toni let out a soft ‘Mmmm!’ and Tanya moved the tip down, down, until she could push it under Toni’s crotch, rubbing it  outside her pants against her cunt lips.
“Mmmmm!” murmured Toni again. “Warm. Nice.”
And I relaxed and watched as my wonderful sweet Tanya began to give the ultimate pleasure to Toni as she rubbed and stroked and played the tip of her cock around and across and under and everywhere except inside.    
I couldn’t resist and for a few minutes I gently stroked the inside of Toni’s thighs, my fingers trailing up and down and around too, across the top of the holdups and up to her groin and away again and the tip of the cock rubbed beneath her and Toni’s breath became a little faster and Tanya and I continued to arouse her and pleasure her for a while until each stroke of my fingers against her skin and each stroke or gentle probe of the cock against her made her take a short, sharp intake of  breath and they began to grow a little louder and more frequent and we both knew she was ready to receive that luscious, sensual, ecstatic feeling of the cock sliding into her cunt.
And now Tanya carefully eased away the edge of one leg of Toni’s pants and allowed the tip of her cock to rub Toni’s flesh, and Toni squirmed a little and made murmuring noises. Tanya explored gently with her cock until she found Toni’s cunt lips and poised with the cock just separating them.
“Oh, I can feel you there!” Toni murmured. “It’s nice. I want you in me now!”
And Tanya obliged, thrusting forward in one long, slow movement that sent her cock between Toni’s cunt lips and past her clit, and in, further, sliding slowly in Toni’s tight young love tunnel, sliding in her hot love juices and the warm brown sticky stuff that filled Toni’s cunt and as Tanya slid her cock  further and further inside Toni there always seemed to be more left and Toni began to gasp ‘Oh! Oh! Yes! That’s it! Yes! Oh, it’s filling me!’ and Tanya went on easing her hips forward and the cock forward and finally it was completely inside Toni and Tanya’s mound was pressed up against Toni’s round ass and Toni gasped again and said ‘Yeeeeesssssss!’
Tanya paused and gazed down at Toni. Then she turned her head to look at me, mouthed ‘love you!’ and beckoned me with a flick of her head.
I moved nearer to her and she kept one hand on Toni’s hip to steady her, and went for my cock with the other. And she began to fuck Toni, pulling out with a long, slow stroke almost leaving her cunt, but not quite, and then back in again with the same long slow stroke, and Toni gasped and went ‘aaaaahhhh’ and Tanya’s hand was cupping my balls and stroking my cock and I was getting hard because to see these two adorable girls enjoying their sex together and to feel my beloved Tanya’s hand wanking me gently was too much and I wanted to be part of this and moved round to stand behind Tanya and pulled down the top of her pants, down past her ass cheeks and lower until her rosebud was free and I aimed my cock  there and Tanya spread her knees a little because she wanted me too and my cock found that lovely round hole and I slid inside her and then remained still and as Tanya pulled back with each stroke from Toni she slid onto my cock and as she moved forward into Toni she slid away from me and it was just electrifying to know that we were fucking each other this way.
And Tanya began to move faster, sliding in and out of Toni’s cunt with long, even, fast strokes and onto my own cock with the same long strokes and Toni’s gasps became louder as she cried ‘Yes! Fuck me! It’s nice in there! It’s nice! Faster!’ and Tanya complied and began to pound Toni’s cunt and thrust herself back onto my cock and it was heavenly and now Tanya was breathing fast and beginning to gasp too and Toni was moaning in her throat and thrusting herself back onto Tanya’s cock each time and I used one hand to rub Tanya’s cunt through her pants as she moved her own body so that I was wanking her even as I fucked her ass and she moaned too but I was standing perfectly still and the girls were doing everything themselves and I sensed Toni’s body go rigid and I knew she was there and she let out a little scream of pure ecstasy as Tanya thrust at her very hard and again and once more  and each thrust produced a little scream and then Toni came and I knew she’d shot her cum all over Tanya’s cock inside her and it mixed with the brown sticky stuff that was in her too and Tanya knew it and gasped and her body quivered as she had her own small orgasm at the feel of my cock in her ass and her cock in Toni’s cunt and Toni let out a huge gasp and scream together as she reached her peak and orgasmed but Tanya kept thrusting at her and Toni gasped again with each thrust and now I knew I was close too and I matched Tanya’s backwards movements and thrust into her myself beginning to pound at her lovely, wet, tight rosebud and Toni was building again and moaning and gasping and Tanya thrust at her cunt as hard as she could and Toni came again and the sound of her gasping ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!’ with each of Tanya’s thrusts made me cum too and I felt my warm spunk gush from my cock and into my lovely Tanya’s ass and she pressed against me and moaned and Toni fell forward away from Tanya’s cock in exhaustion and collapsed face down on the bed and I gave one last thrust at Tanya and felt the last of my hot cum spurt into her and then I released her and we both joined Toni on the bed and the three of us lay there all gasping and heaving together in the throes of our triple orgasms.  
 
Within a few moments Tanya had rolled onto her back and removed the strap-on, Throwing it aside she pulled at me with her hands until I was between her legs and she pushed my head down towards her cunt. I knew she wanted to be licked and sucked and I was delighted to oblige because I can stay there and lick and suck my adorable little Tanya for hours, and have done, and now I wanted to taste her love juice and her pee and I briefly aroused her again through her pants until she was stroking my head and pulling me into her and then I eased down the top of her pants and ran my tongue over her soft skin and she lifted herself slightly off the bed so that I could pull her pants down further and I stopped in pure shock and utter rapture because my wonderful girl, this beautiful, sexy, adorable creature that I loved so much and whose body I could enjoy and pleasure for hours had shaved herself at last and she was completely smooth and soft like Toni and there wasn’t a vestige of her soft downy hair anywhere and I loved it.
I looked up to see her smiling at me, her eyes glowing with love and tenderness.
“Told you I had a surprise for you,” she whispered.
I couldn’t say anything. I just gazed at her and my heart went out to her because she does so much to please me and make me happy and her smile grew wider and she whispered,” Now suck me and lick me harder than you ever have before!”
And I did. I pressed against those incredibly smooth soft cunt lips and I licked and kissed and I sucked and slurped and her juices ran and my tongue was making her wet all around her cunt and inside it too, mixing with her juice and she began to writhe and murmur and pressed herself onto my tongue and it was absolute heaven, it was ecstasy to feel that smooth skin and flesh against my lips and tongue and I thrust my tongue into her and licked and flicked at her clit with every ounce of strength my muscles could produce and I sucked at her juice and tasted it and swallowed her warm nectar and knew I wanted to stay there for hours and hours and Toni was forgotten in the thrill of sucking my beloved Tanya and hearing and feeling her pleasure build as she moaned and writhed and thrust against my lips and there was so much juice and it flooded from her and soaked my face and it was heavenly to feel it and taste it and Tanya gasped and gasped again and arched up and cried out ‘Daaaavey! Baby! Baby! Baby! Oh Davey!’ and her hands roved around my head and my neck and I couldn’t believe it but there was even more of her cum coming from inside that deliciously wet warm smooth cunt and on me as I licked and sucked at her clit and my tongue revelled in it and I licked and sucked and drank and didn’t stop until I’d recovered every drop I could and Tanya was lying back and making little moaning noises as she enjoyed my tongue around her cunt lips and her thighs collecting her cum from them.
Whatever it is, it works.
“I don’t care --” Tanya said, gasping from her orgasm, looking straight up at the ceiling, “—how bloody good the orgasms are ---  I am not waiting to feel your tongue in me like that again --- for ten fucking days, ever!  I love you, Davey baby.”
We lay together, content and sated. I glanced at Toni and saw that she was dozing peacefully, her head turned to one side on the pillow, her short, boyish hair framing that delicate elfin face, her lips parted slightly and her breathing light and even.
I turned to look at Tanya and our eyes met. She glanced at Toni herself and smiled at her, a tender, caring, loving smile and then she looked back at me and we kissed each other’s lips, and again and again,  and there was no sex there, it was love, pure and simple and fulfilled and absolute as we stroked each other’s faces and looked  into each other’s eyes and kissed and spoke not one word.
Toni moved slightly next to me and I looked and saw she’d opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to focus, and then she shuffled herself upright onto the pillows.
“Sorry,” she said sleepily. “I didn’t want to doze off. But I’m so fucked.” She giggled at us. “I’m fucked! I’m fucked, and it’s lovely!” She rubbed her eyes.
“Best sleep in the world,” Tanya assured her. “Purest, deepest, most restful sleep there is, when you’re fucked.”
“Well, I’m awake now!” Toni said. “What have I missed?”
“Davey gave me a good licking,” Tanya said with her impish smile. “Soaked me. Feel me.” And she reached across me and took Toni’s hand and placed it between her legs.
“Ooo, lovely and wet,” Toni agreed. She glanced down at her own wet and dirty pants. “Like me. But I’m full in my pussy, as well as wet.”
“Oh, I will be too,”  Tanya said airily. “The night is yet young.”
Actually, it wasn’t. It was quite late, but none of us cared.   
“Then it must be time for me to do something,” Toni said, glancing at me. “Can I use the strap-on, Tanya?”
My girl rolled her eyes heavenwards, tutted, then rolled right over me to lie beside Toni. She took her face in both hands, her nose inches from Toni’s and she growled in her best parental voice,
“I told you, don’t ask! I told you, you adorable little creature, with your big eyes and your lovely body and your gorgeous wet, full pussy, I told you,  don’t ask!
She rubbed Toni’s nose with her own, kissed  her lips and then continued in the same joking growl, “Take the strap-on, do what you want with it, fuck me, fuck Davey, do exactly what you want to whoever you want, but don’t ask!” And she slipped her hands round Toni’s neck and pulled her head forward, resting cheek to cheek with Toni. She kissed her tenderly on one cheek and let Toni go.
“Now be off with you my girl!” she growled, smiling. “Take your lovely breasts, your lithe body, your big round eyes, your tight round ass and your wonderful wet cunt full of your own brown stuff and your pee and your cum, and do whatever you want whenever you want and to whom, but do not ask again!”
And Toni looked at her and said submissively, “Yes mummy,” and both girls laughed and hugged each other and kissed and Tanya felt around for the strap-on and handed it to her. Toni held it for a moment, gazing at me with warmth in her eyes. She left the bed, fitted the toy on over her pants and stood looking down at me, her hands on her hips. She did that delightful lady-of the-manor thing again.
“Dave, I have need of exercise. Your services are required immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m desirous of discovering for myself, purely in the interests of propriety, you understand, some details of these carnal pleasures of which the servants constantly speak and word of which has drifted up from the scullery to my chaste ears.”
Tanya was grinning and silently clapping her hands together.
“It will therefore be necessary for me to use this, um-  um- “ she gestured at the latex cock –
“Cock, ma’am,” I supplied helpfully.
“Yes. This um – cock upon your person. Do you understand?”
“Certainly ma’am. Anything I can do to oblige your ladyship will be a pleasure.”
“Hmmmphh! Well, as you are of the male persuasion and therefore deficient in the area generally associated, so I am led to believe, with this um—cock, I shall have no alternative but to use the only available area in which I believe this appendage will fit.”
Tanya was rolling about, her eyes screwed up and shaking with silent laughter. “Brilliant!” she murmured “Just brilliant!”
“What is the name commonly used to describe that area?”
“The ass, ma’am.”
“And how does one describe, in the politest of company of course, the action when using the appendage?”
“In the politest of company, ma’am? Fucking.”
And Tanya burst out in gales of laughter and rolled around, the tears streaming from her eyes, hammering her fists on the bed and Toni couldn’t keep a straight face either and her lips pursed as she tried not to laugh but it was no good and she had to look away as her shoulders shook.
“Oh, I love it! I love it!” Tanya could hardly get the words out. Toni had recovered and faced me again sternly.
“Fucking. Yes. Cock, ass, fucking.”
“If I may be permitted ma’am, the correct sequence for that would be, cock fucking ass.”
“Yes. Well,  thank you Dave. I shall remember that for the ladies at our next musical soiree  ---”
And Tanya collapsed in hysterics and I cracked up too and that set Toni off and she lost it completely and had to sit on the bed, her shoulders heaving with laughter and her hands covering her face.
“I can’t go on!” she laughed. “I ‘ve lost it now.”
Tanya was wiping her eyes with her fingers, still laughing.
“Oh, that was good!” she said. “That was just so clever! Toni, you’re brilliant! You’re an angel.”
Toni shook her head, grinning broadly at us.  “Sorry. It’s gone. I wanted to do some more but I know I’d never be able to keep a straight face now.”   
“Shame,” I said. “I was enjoying that too.”
“Maybe I’ll try again later,” said Toni. “But right now I want to fuck your ass.”
And my girl got up from the bed and gave her eyes a last wipe and still grinning, said, “I’m going to fetch some more beers. Start without me.”
Toni lay beside me. “As I sat on the bed just now I felt some more of my full pants squash into my cunt again, Dave. I do wish I could feel your cock in there with it.” She held up a hand to forestall me. “I know, I know, I’m only saying.”
She planted a kiss on my lips and looked at me with the same devilish smile that I see on Tanya sometimes. “Maybe if I fuck your ass you’ll need to fill your pants, Dave.”
She paused and kissed me again. “That would be nice. I’d like to see that and feel it, the way you and Tanya felt me when I did it.”
“The world will be your oyster,” I said softly, “and your wishes will be our commands.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet!” she squealed, and kissed me hard, her tongue forcing into my mouth. Then she resumed her former position, her face close to mine, her eyes shining and she said, “Roll over, you lovely man. Give me your ass.”
And I did and she knelt behind me and pulled down the waist of my pants. “Have to keep these on for later,” she murmured, and chuckled.
I felt the tip of her cock probing between my cheeks as she sought the entrance to my man-cunt. The cock pushed against me and she spread my cheeks a little. She probed again and then she was in, sliding into me and holding my hips to balance herself.
“Ooohhh!” she murmured. “I like it! It’s like being a man, being behind you and pushing my cock into you, in and out, sliding into your hole.” She fell silent for a moment, and there was wonder in her voice as she murmured again.
“I’m fucking you Dave. I’m fucking you. My cock is in your ass hole and –”
She fell silent again and I could see down the length of the bed and my own body that Tanya had silently returned and her hand was between Toni’s legs as she massaged the brown bulge that was still there in her pants and she felt for Toni’s cunt clips and clit through the fabric and the brown sticky bulge and she found the magic place because Toni’s head went back and her eyes were closed and she stroked backwards and forwards sliding her cock in and out of me slowly and gently and she murmured dreamily, “I’m fucking your lovely ass Dave, and it’s nice to be like the man for once, fucking, and I can feel Tanya’s fingers in my cunt, wanking me and I’m a girl too so I’m both now and I wish my cock could cum in you Dave but it’s nice to fuck you and I’m going to cum myself now and do it harder Tanya, my lovely Tanya, you’re making me cum again and it’s coming now and I love you Tanya and I love you Dave and oooooooohhhhhhhh!” and she withdrew the cock from me and fell onto my back and hips as she came.
I lowered myself onto the bed and she stayed where she was, lying on my back and clinging to me round my waist. It was a strangely quiet and subdued orgasm compared to her earlier ones. She murmured dreamily again as she lay on me, the cock pressing into my back a little under her weight.
“Oh that was nice. That was such a nice climax!”
“Toni,” I ventured softly, “I love the feel of your warm body on mine and I don’t want to disturb you but your cock is still hard and its not in me, its on me and --”
And she scrambled off me, saying “Sorry, sorry,  it’s so nice to lie on you Dave. I just wanted to stay there.”
Tanya deftly removed the strap-on from her and smiled.
“Then lie on him, sweet Toni. Lie on him and enjoy him.”
But I had rolled onto my back by now, and Toni snuggled her body against me and pressed it hard and rested her head on my chest and she said in that dreamy voice, “I could lie here for hours, just doing nothing. I love being next to you, Dave.”
And I looked at Tanya, wondering how she would take that and the fact that Toni was lying in her own favourite position and she was smiling at Toni and bent to kiss her body, working her way up her ribs and sides, pausing to kiss the breast that lay against me and then to her cheek and she murmured softly “And he likes being next to you, sweet little Toni-girl. He likes the feel of your warm skin on him, the feel of your head on his chest, the pressure of your breast against him and the sensation of your warm cunt on his thigh. So lie, and enjoy.”
( She’s just so amazing and I love her so much.)  
“And I love the feel of you next to me, too,” whispered my girl very softly into Toni’s ear.
Toni opened an eye and gazed at her. “Do you know,” she murmured, “that climax I just had was different to all the others.”
“Not every one can be an all-time high.” Tanya spoke quietly to her, stroking her short boyish hair and her cheek. “Sometimes they’re like that, sometimes they’re simply wonderful.”
“That was a wonderful one,” Toni murmured thoughtfully. “And I know why.”
Tanya waited, still caressing Toni gently. And I waited, perfectly content to listen to these two wonderful girls, these two adorable creatures, talking together and sharing their innermost thoughts and feelings in front of me, and my heart went out to both of them and I felt honoured that they would do that.
“And why was it a wonderful one, my darling little Toni,” asked Tanya in her soft and loving whisper. “Do you want to say, or is it something to keep close to your heart, a secret for lovely little Toni-girl to treasure forever?”
“It will be my secret,” agreed Toni dreamily, “to treasure forever in my heart, but only a secret from other people, not from you two.”
She continued in that dreamy fashion.  “It wasn’t electrifying, that orgasm. It wasn’t even ecstatic. It was simply wonderful because it wasn’t an orgasm of sex.”
Tanya was beginning to nod her head gently.
“It was a wonderful climax,” Toni went on, “because it was a warm climax, a contented climax, a slow, languorous, full climax, because it was a climax of love.”
Tanya was still nodding  and she bent down once again and  murmured oh-so-softly into Toni’s ear, “I know it was, my sweet darling, my lovely little Toni. I know exactly that it was one of love and not sex, and they can often be the best kind of orgasm you can have.”
Toni shifted her head slightly so that she could look at Tanya.
“You know what I’m saying?” she asked her.
“I know,” Tanya murmured. “I know.”
And Toni moved to look at me and then back at my girl, and she said, quietly and simply,
“I love you. I love you Tanya. I love you Dave. I’ve known you only a few hours, but I love you both from deep in my heart. Not because of the sex. Oh no. Not because of the fun and the wet and the orgasms. Oh no. Because of the people you are. Because of the feelings you’ve shown me. Because of the care, and the love you’ve shown me. And because I can look in your eyes Tanya, and in yours Dave, and I can see that your whole life is love, and that makes me love you both.” She was quiet for a few moments, then she said, “I really do love you both very much, but that is a secret that will stay locked right in the middle of my heart.”
There was a silence. I didn’t want to break it for fear of  spoiling the warm, contented feeling that drifted gently around us all. I was sure Tanya felt as I did since she remained quiet and just gently stroked and caressed Toni all the while.
“I hope I haven’t upset you or made you angry,” Toni said in a small voice.
Tanya looked at me silently but her eyes signalled me to answer.
“You haven’t,” I told Toni, in a quiet and gentle voice. “Not Tanya, and not me. We’re not upset and neither are we angry. Why should we be? You’ve just said some wonderful things about us, to us. Why do you think we could be upset or angry?”
“I thought -  - I thought maybe Tanya would think I was trying to muscle in on her man --”
And Tanya reached for her and heaved Toni bodily off my chest and cuddled the top half of her in her arms and rocked back and forth like you would rock a baby and stroked her head and her neck and squeezed her tight and Toni’s head was on her shoulder and without looking at me she said, “And maybe Dave would think I was trying to take him away from you- -”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Tanya crooned, rocking her. “Toni, Toni, Toni.”
And I saw a tear glistening in the corner of her eye.
I sat up on the bed and moved to face Toni as her head, resting on Tanya’s shoulder as she rocked her back and forth gently, moved closer to me and away, closer and away again. She raised her eyes and looked at me.
“You lovely adorable little girl,” I said softly. “You could not do that. We’re both delighted, we’re flattered, we’re honoured, we’re all the nice adjectives you can think of, that you’ve said those things to us but there’s no way you could do that to either of us.”    
“I know it,” Toni answered me. “I know it and I would never, never want to do that. But I was afraid you two, or one of you, might think it.”
“Never,” I replied. I cupped her face in my hands as she came near to me and Tanya had to stop rocking as I was holding Toni fast. “We---love—you,” I said, saying each word clearly and slowly and looking deep into her eyes. “We both love you.”
I liked the nickname that Tanya had called her earlier and I used it again now.  “You are our little Toni-girl. You are adorable, lovely, loving, you’re a pleasure to be with. You make us laugh, and in all the world there is no better thing than shared laughter. You have shown us the same care, the same thoughtfulness, the same love, that you have had from us. You are special, you are deep in our hearts, and you will remain there.”
And Toni reached forward impulsively and Tanya let her go and Toni threw her arms round me and buried her head in my neck and she said very softly “I love you. I love you.”
 
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We had a short rest again, returning to the food, or what was left of it, drinking our beers and reminiscing about the hours we had already spent together. Toni tried to start her-ladyship again but Tanya had a mouthful of food and waved her hand frantically at Toni to stop as she tried to laugh and eat at the same time.
And eventually the only thing left on the tray was the huge raspberry gateau.
“Who wants a piece?” Tanya asked.
“I do,” I said.
“I’m full,” Toni said and then let out one of her delightful giggles. “Both ends.”
So Tanya cut a huge slice of the gateau, laid it on a plate then cut an inch from the tip of the slice, collected it on a fork and presented it to my lips.
“There you are,” she offered, and I dutifully took the morsel from her fork.
“Is that all I get?” I enquired peevishly.
“Oh no, you get the lot,” Tanya grinned, and she used her fingers to scoop half the remaining slice into her hand and then offered the plate to Toni.
Tanya reached for my pants, pulled the waist away from my skin and dumped the gateau from her hand into my pants. She wiped the cream and fruit from her fingers onto my skin and held the pants open for Toni, who followed suit. Tanya let the elastic spring back into place.
It was cool and soft and squelchy and squashy and the girls mashed it into my skin and down over my cock.
“Nothing like a bit of spice to improve the flavour of food,” Tanya grinned and knelt in front of me. Again she pulled my pants away from me and nuzzled her head against me, searching for my cock amidst the huge mound of sticky, creamy goo that bulged in my pants. She slurped at the cake, found my cock and took it in her mouth, sucking the gateau from it. My cock was dozing but it began to wake at the feel of her mouth round it. Satisfied, she removed her head, her mouth and  cheeks covered with gateau. She looked up at Toni. “Sure you don’t want some?”
“Well, if it’s spiced like that I may well be able to manage some,” Toni agreed and the girls changed places and Toni knelt in front of me and took her turn at nuzzling into me, and the cake, and sucking at my cock, now half awake and gaining full consciousness rapidly.
Tanya used her own pants to wipe the last vestiges of cake from her fingers. Toni stood and licked her lips, her face covered with cream and squashed fruit.
“Lovely!” she agreed. “Nice cake!”
“You’ve both got cream on your noses,” I pointed out.
The girls looked at each other.
“So we have,” they agreed and Tanya pointed to her love mound. “There,” she said to Toni, and lay back on the bed, opened her legs and waited. Toni moved to her and nuzzled her face against Tanya’s stomach, wiping her cheeks against them and cleaning her face against Tanya’s pants. The girls rolled over each other and Tanya did the same, leaving white and pink streaks of cream and fruit against Toni’s own soft pants, and mixing with the traces of her brown stuff that lay within.
Toni gave a little yawn. “Ooo, sorry,” she said. “I’m not used to such mammoth sessions. I’m not really tired.”   
“Well,” Tanya told her, “there’s one thing I haven’t had yet and I want it very much, so you could have a little rest for a while if you want.” And she looked up at me and I knew what she meant and I wanted it too and Toni looked from me to her and smiled and said, “You want your Dave. I’m going to watch.”
And Tanya rolled onto her back and held out both arms wide to me. Her eyes glowed, tenderly, as they silently begged me to come to her. Toni moved aside and lay propped on one elbow watching us.
I moved to Tanya and lay on top of her, gazing into her eyes. They spoke volumes to me, telling me of her love, her tenderness, and that she wanted me inside her, and that she was happy, and contented, and that she was glad we had done this thing with three people and I was glad too and I gently kissed her nose and then her lips because her eyes had told me that she wanted me inside her but she didn’t want sex she wanted my love.
And there was no foreplay, there was no caressing or kissing or licking or sucking. She opened her legs wide and I just pulled aside her pants gently and explored with my cock to find her cunt lips and then her clit and the tip rubbed against it gently and her eyes glowed even more and I entered her, slowly, gently until I was fully inside her and I began to love my sweet, adorable so special Tanya with long, gentle, full strokes, moving my hips so that she could feel every inch of me within her and I continued those long, slow, gentle strokes because I wasn’t fucking her I was loving her and I wanted it to take a long time, a very long time because we had done this many times, countless times before, and the sex was good but the loving was always a hundred times better and I knew if I aroused her slowly with my love her climax would be tremendous and now I wanted that for her, very much.
And she smiled and kissed me gently and let her eyes close as my cock continued to pleasure her, slowly, slowly, gently and I could feel the coolness of the cake on her against my skin and I could feel the softness of her smooth, smooth  love mound against me too and the wetness within her as her love juices flowed and I felt an incredibly warm feeling in me as I gazed at her because it was love and not sex and I knew she felt the same and I wanted us to be in this position and to move together this way forever but I wanted her to explode in a frenzy of pleasure and excitement and love too but not yet, not yet, and our love went on and on and it was just so beautiful to give so much pleasure to my girl this way and I was careful to control myself absolutely because nothing must spoil this time, this loving, and now her lips were open a little and she was breathing through them and her gentle thrusts against me as we loved became a little more insistent and harder but it wasn’t time yet and this must go on longer still and I wouldn’t allow myself to become faster and stronger but continued to love her in that same slow, gentle way and her lips were open more and she breathed  ‘Davey, my baby, my Davey,’ and now her words spoke volumes as her eyes had done and still I moved inside her in that same way and I knew she was building but oh-so slowly and that is what I wanted for her and how it should be and her hands rubbed my back and her fingers curled into me as her body responded to mine and her pleasure mounted, and she stroked my hair and my neck and my back and her fingers gripped me again, harder and more insistently and her hands stroked my back down to my ass and she began to pull me into her but it still wasn’t time, not yet, and I wouldn’t allow it and continued my slow, gentle strokes within her and now her breath was coming harder and faster and her hips rose to meet mine urging me to move harder and faster as her pleasure neared the point of no return but I wouldn’t do it and continued to build her pleasure the way I wanted, slowly and gently and her hands gripped my neck and pulled my head down beside hers on the pillow and she breathed ‘Davey, my darling, my sweet baby, oh I love you, I love you, I love you so much’  and she was gripping my neck so hard and pulling my head against hers and now I knew it wouldn’t be long as each breath was a gentle ‘uh’ sound and I stopped briefly, almost outside her and she breathed another ‘uh’ and then I moved inside her again, slowly, slowly, and her body began to tremble beneath me and I stopped again, just for a second and again she let out a little moan and her body shivered against mine and I knew that her climax had started deep, deep within her and that it was growing and building and that’s why she was shivering and trembling but it must take a long time and I still wouldn’t move fast within her and I wasn’t conscious of my own orgasm at all because my thoughts were only to give my girl the ultimate climax, the biggest, the longest, the highest, the most electrifying pleasure I had ever given her and this was so important and I continued the same way loving her with my body and my heart and my soul and then she was squeezing me so hard it hurt and her fingers dug into my back and her body   
lifted against mine and she drew in a huge breath and held it and her body went still for a moment and then she let out her breath and screamed ‘Davey! Davey!’ and her body was absolutely rigid against me and the rest of her breathing was just ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!’ one after another and they continued for a long time and that is what I wanted for her and now I felt my own orgasm beginning and I was content to let it happen and only now as her own climax just passed its peak and her body began to soften and relax against me did I move inside her a little harder and more insistently as I felt my physical love start its travel and she stiffened against me once more and cried out ‘I love you!’ as my stronger movements re-ignited her own fire and her body was totally rigid against me again  and she quivered and her fingers hurt as they dug into me so hard and she drew in a huge breath as if she was nearly drowning and then let it out in a long, long cry of ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!’ as my love gushed into her and she felt it and it fused with her own pleasure and that’s what it was she was almost drowning in pleasure and excitement and orgasm and that’s what I wanted for her and I felt an ache in my heart because I wanted this moment, her orgasm, to last forever too as she trembled and shook and gasped for air but there would be others, there would be more, and I waited, my own climax finished as she just remained rigid with her back slightly arched beneath me and her breaths gasping as she held onto me and time passed and slowly, slowly her body softened and she relaxed onto the bed but her eyes were still shut and her breathing fast and she wouldn’t let me go but gripped me with her hands and fingers as if life itself depended on it.
I became conscious of Toni lying beside us, the room and everything that had faded into nothingness during that long, long, but-oh-so-brief time when my whole being had been focussed on my beloved little Tanya.
Gradually her fingers eased their grip and pressure on my back. She let one hand fall to her side and caressed me with the other. “My baby,” she murmured. “My baby. Oh God. My Davey baby.”  I moved to one side, opposite from Toni, and lay beside Tanya, my arm resting across her and my fingers softly stroking her ribs.
Toni was watching us, a smile, slightly tinged with sadness, on her face.
“How beautiful!” she whispered. “I’ve just watched you making love. Just beautiful!” She paused. “How I wish that someone would love me that way,” she finished wistfully.
Tanya still had her eyes closed and she  felt with her free arm, found Toni’s hand and their fingers entwined as Tanya squeezed her hand and held it.
“One day,”  she murmured breathlessly. “You’ll see. One day.”
But I knew she was being kind to Toni because if Toni ever found a man, or a girl, with whom she could share a love as absolute as Tanya’s and mine, she would indeed be a very, very lucky girl. And Toni knew it too, because she gave a very slight shake of her boyish head which Tanya didn’t see. But I did.
We lay like that for while, not moving, not speaking, just relaxing and enjoying the sensation of being together, of shared contentment, of shared pleasure. I looked at Tanya. Her breathing was regular and even and I realised she had fallen fast asleep. Toni put a hand to her mouth and yawned again.
I motioned with my head, not wanting to wake my adorable girl.
“In that drawer,” I whispered. “Duvet.”
And Toni nodded and carefully left the bed, fetched the duvet and gently laid it across us. She came round to the other side of the bed and carefully crept under it herself, snuggling gently against me, her knees against the back of my own, her soft mound against my ass and her head against my shoulders.
“Rest,” I murmured and I felt her nod and yawn again. I gazed at my girl, sleeping peacefully. My gaze turned to the window. Dawn’s early light was filtering through it, the trees beyond faintly visible as ghostly shapes. A bird sang somewhere. Tanya breathed peacefully and I heard Toni’s own breathing fall into an even, regular pattern.
Life was very, very much alright.
I closed my eyes and we slept.

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 I was awakened by the feel of someone nuzzling my stomach and my cock. I knew it was Tanya because she often wakes me this way, whether it be morning, noon or night. Sometimes she’ll kiss me on the lips or face or chest but her favourite way is to go down on me and kiss and nuzzle my cock until I awake. So I didn’t even bother to open an eye. I just reached for her head and stroked her long, thick tresses as they lay across me.
“’Morning,” I murmured.
She stopped her movements now that I was awake and I felt her slide up to my chest.
“’Morning, sleepyhead,” she said. “It isn’t though.”
“Isn’t what?”
“Morning. It’s nearly two o’clock.”
I opened my eyes and saw her face, her tousled hair falling either side of it as she watched me with a huge grin.  She nodded. “Really.”
“Come here,” I commanded. She moved further up my body and poised her head over mine. My hands went round her back and I pulled her to me, kissing her softly and lovingly, those wonderful thick locks draping my own face as we greeted a new day.
We always wake each other like this, in some way or other. No sex, no excitement or arousal, just the shared joy of being together, waking to each other and loving each other.
“Breakfast?” Tanya suggested.
“That would be nice,” I agreed.
Tanya turned to look at Toni, then motioned me with a twitch of her head to look myself.
Toni had turned over and was sleeping with her back to me, only one cheek and her boyish hair visible on the pillow as she cuddled under the duvet, her brown  right arm thrown carelessly over her shoulder.
“Sweet little thing,” Tanya murmured, then looked at me and grinned. “That’s the trouble. No stamina, these youngsters.”
I nodded sagely,  and Tanya carefully rolled off me and got out of bed.
“Stay there,” she whispered. “I’ll let you know when it’s ready. Let her sleep.”
“I’m not asleep,” came a sleepy voice. “I woke as soon as you started sucking him. And I’ve got plenty of stamina but you two have fucked me so completely I just didn’t want to move.”
And we laughed and Tanya gave a her a gentle good morning kiss and asked again, “Breakfast?” and Toni nodded and stretched, like a lithe young cat. Tanya disappeared into the kitchen and Toni yawned, stretched again and I sensed her skin and muscles and bones and tendons stretching with her and she was so young and luscious and I wanted her. She rolled over to look at me and smiled. She ran a hand down my cheek.
“’Morning,” she said. “Afternoon rather.”
“Nice sleep?”
“Lovely,” she purred. She smiled again. “Best sleep you can have…….”
I reached under the duvet and gently caressed one breast and then the other. The very feel of her against my hands and the sensation of her soft warm breath on my face was enough to make me hard, and she sensed it and smiled again and took my cock in her hand.
“God, I want you,” she whispered, her eyes big and wide and staring at me.
I shook my head.
“Then let me rub myself on you,” she pleaded, and she suddenly threw back the duvet so it slid to he floor, rolled over to straddle me and pressed her crotch down hard onto me. Her  pants had dried from the night’s fun, but they were moist now from the effects of her deep natural sleep and she began to thrust her hips backwards and forwards, rubbing her cunt and clit along the length of my erect cock. Her eyes were alight with excitement as she wanked herself furiously on me, then she paused, lifted herself and quickly freed my cock from my pants, lowering herself back onto its length all in one smooth movement. I could feel the remains of her brown stuff, still soft and sticky and squashy inside her pants and as she began to breathe through her open mouth I felt the flow of her love juice as it soaked into the brown stuff, her pants and onto my cock, making it even easier for her to rub herself.
“Let me feel it on me!” she pleaded, gasping. “Please!”
And quick as a flash she’d moved again, pulled aside the leg of her pants and pressed her wet cunt back down onto me, bareback. She rubbed herself once, twice, three times, and on that third stroke the tip of my cock caught her clit, and she wriggled and trapped it and I was inside, inside her cunt.   
She came then with a loud gasp and a flood of her juice, even as I used both arms to lift her clear of me, and I came too, shooting my cum straight up and onto her cunt, now an inch above me as I held her aloft.
“No!” I whispered. “No Toni! You know that’s not on!”
“Oh, but nice!” she gasped. “Just that moment! Just to feel you, to know you were in me, just for that second or two, made me cum instantly.”
And as I lifted her clear of my body and clear of my cock, I felt a cold tingle, a creeping on my spine which I had never felt since the day I met my Tanya, as I suddenly saw that she was standing at the bedroom door, watching us. Her face was expressionless.
Time froze.
Strange expression, but true. Time never actually freezes, of course, The seconds, the minutes tick away, but as the three of us were then, at that moment, time froze for us. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. I held Toni above me, her head turned to look over her own shoulder as she too had sensed the presence of my girl in the room. I felt her cunt drip her juice and my cum back onto my cock. And Tanya’s eyes followed the drip as she watched it fall.
And then she left the door and began to walk towards the bed, her face still composed and expressionless.
I desperately tried to read her eyes but they were just as devoid of expression as her face. She stopped beside us and looked at Toni, then at me. And for the first time since the day I had met this wonderful, adorable, lovable girl, months before, I wanted to cringe away from her.
I had to let Toni down because my arms were aching and I rolled her away from Tanya onto the other side of the bed. We both lay, looking up at her, silent.
She sat on the bed, her back to us, staring at the wall.
“I came to ask,” she said quietly, “how you wanted your eggs.”
We both knew that now this was a rhetorical question, a comment, an avoidance of the truth, and neither Toni nor I breathed a word. Tanya continued to stare at the wall.
“I’ve made a mistake,” she finally said. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
And I went cold, literally cold on my body at her words. I still had no idea what I could possibly say to her that would help, that would be right, and hearing her voice, different to any voice I had ever heard her use, made it worse. This voice was flat, dispassionate, as devoid of any expression as her face and her eyes.
“When I set this weekend up,” she continued, still staring straight at the wall and in that same, flat voice, “I had no real idea of how it would turn out. I knew what I wanted, for me and for Davey. I knew it would be difficult to find the right person. When we discussed the idea, Davey pointed out that if the person was a man, he would not be happy about him being inside me and that there was a danger that a man could lose control and attack me, force himself on me, and maybe Davey wouldn’t be able to stop him. I thought about that and decided that if the person was female, that likelihood was virtually eliminated.” She fell silent.
Toni started to reach out an arm towards her but I stopped her immediately. I didn’t know whether touching Tanya would help, or whether it would make things ten times worse. But I wasn’t going to risk any chance of that. I pushed Toni’s arm away as it reached across me.
“It never occurred to me,” Tanya said, “that a female might force Davey to do something he didn’t want.”
And Toni let her arm fall, and turned her head to face away from me and I felt sorry because I knew she was feeling the most horrendous guilt. Tanya went on, flat, not moving a muscle as she sat on the bed with her back to us. She wasn’t talking to me, she wasn’t talking to Toni. She was talking to herself.
“I knew that there were so many factors that had to be right for this to work. When Toni contacted me we exchanged emails and I had to find out all about her. I discovered she had no real knowledge of this sort of thing. I knew she was young, inexperienced, had never done the things that Davey and I do. We spoke on the phone, and I told her about our pleasures, our activities, how we like wet and dirty sex. I thought fine, if this shocks her, horrifies her, she’s the wrong girl. But it didn’t. It excited her, she wanted to try all those things she never had before. But I still wanted to be sure, and I told her it would be no good if she suddenly objected to something, wouldn’t do something, wouldn’t let us do something with her, to her.  If that happened, it would spoil the weekend completely for me and for Davey and I wouldn’t let that happen.   She had to feel completely and totally uninhibited if she came to us.  In the end I was convinced that she meant what she said and that she had the right personality, the right frame of mind, to join us for a weekend.”
Her shoulders lifted and fell as she shrugged.
“But that was only half the battle. I had to meet her, face to face, see her, talk with her, and I had to know what she looked like. She described herself to me on the phone but she might have been exaggerating. So I had to see her to be sure that she looked even half attractive.”
Toni rolled completely away from me and lay with her back to me, facing the other wall.
“And of course,” Tanya went on, more quietly, “she was a looker. She was a babe. And I knew Davey would think so too. I knew he would love her body, her tan, her short hair. And her personality. After talking with her for a while I  knew she was the right person. So we discussed what we might do all the weekend, and  it was a chance to talk nitty-gritty, to describe exactly what type of sex the three of us could enjoy together. It was another chance for Toni to back out. She didn’t know me from Adam and she hadn’t met Davey, so it wouldn’t have mattered. But she didn’t back out. Quite the opposite.”
Tanya sighed deeply.
“Because of what Davey had warned about if a man came to us, I made a rule, a taboo, that no way was there going to be normal, full sexual intercourse between Toni and him. Anything else was fine, but I did not want him inside another girl, the same as he didn’t want another man in me. I’d told Davey this and I told Toni on the phone and again at our meeting. She promised it wouldn’t happen and I knew I could trust Davey. I was convinced she was the right person and we set a date.”
Toni drew her legs up and lay in a foetal position on the bed.
“But I made a mistake,” Tanya said again and I felt and sensed and almost saw Toni cringe on the bed.
“I thought this weekend would be a time of three people sharing their bodies, their sex. I thought it would be fun, sexy, enjoyable, and it has been, as three people sampled the delights of each other’s bodies. What I hadn’t considered, I don’t think anyone considered, was that feelings might become involved. Might become an integral part of the weekend.” She fell silent for a moment and straightened her back.
“I came to love Toni,” she went on in the same dispassionate way, speaking to herself as if examining her own thoughts, “I came to love her in a quite different way to the way I love Davey. And he came to love her too, a lot, but again, quite differently to the way he loves me. And I hadn’t bargained  on any of that. But most of all, I hadn’t bargained on Toni.”
I risked a direct look at her as Tanya couldn’t see what I was doing. Toni still lay in the same foetal way, her knees drawn up tightly against her stomach. And now her hands moved to cover her face as if in shame, and partly her ears, as if she didn’t want to hear what Tanya was saying.
“I thought,” Tanya continued, “that Toni would spend this weekend learning. Enjoying yes, but finally experiencing the things she’d thought about, dreamed of trying. And that Davey and I would give her excitement and pleasure and orgasms galore, and she would probably do that to us, too, and that it would be a totally sexy, debauched, but uninvolved weekend.”
She paused yet again and then with another sigh said,
“What I hadn’t bargained on, in my wildest imagination, is that Toni might have feelings for us. That she might be such a nice, uncomplicated, open minded person that she would develop deep feelings for us and that the weekend would become a weekend not just of rampant, almost clinical, sex,  but that it would become a time of warmth, of deep feelings, of love. Reciprocal love between three people, each knowing that the other two loved them. It didn’t matter how they loved, or how much, or if it was more or less than another person. It was just that three people who had come together to have sex, came to love each other. And that meant that I had made a terrible mistake.”
I felt movement and risked another glance at Toni. She was still exactly as I had seen her last time, but now she was shaking her head slightly against the pillow, as if in negation of Tanya’s words.
“I didn’t know it,” Tanya said. “It was happening in front of me, to me, and I was so wrapped up in my own feelings for those two people that I didn’t realise I’d made a mistake at all. Not until just now.”
And finally she spoke directly to us, not turning a muscle to look at us, still facing the wall, but she spoke to Toni and me.   
“Davey,” she said, “I hope you will be able to forgive me. You’re a forgiving person and I love you very much, my sweet. I hope you will be able to forgive what I’ve done to you.”
(What she had done to me??)
Before I could open my mouth Tanya spoke to Toni. Her voice became softer and very, very earnest.
“Toni, I say the same to you. You are a lovely, bright, funny, intelligent girl. What I’ve done to you is ---” she paused and hunted for the words, “ --- it’s inexcusable, it’s horrible and I hope you will be able to forgive me one day.”
Toni had uncovered her face and turned her head to look at Tanya. Her eyes showed the puzzlement she evidently felt. Probably my eyes showed it too because now I couldn’t understand what Tanya was talking about.
“Tanya,” I began, very quietly, but she stood suddenly and turned to face us both and held up her hand to stop me.
“I did something very cruel to you both,” she said quietly. “ I put both of you under a terrible strain, in an intolerable situation. In defence I can only say I didn’t realise it was so cruel until just now. I am so very, very sorry, my sweet Davey. And Toni, our little Toni-girl, I am so sorry too that I have treated you so thoughtlessly this weekend.”
“Thoughtlessly? Tanya you ---” Toni’s face now showed total puzzlement. “ ---I don’t understand! What do I have to forgive you for? It’s me who should be on my knees apologising and begging for forgiveness. Tanya, it’s me who is sorry. I’ve let you down. Both of you. I broke my promise to you Tanya. I don’t understand what you mean.”
And Tanya looked at us and sat again on the bed but this time so she could face us and she took my hands and held them and looked directly into my eyes.
“You promised not to go inside Toni,” she said.  “Not that way. But you made the promise before there were feelings. Feelings started, grew. Hearts became involved. It changes things, d’you see?”
I thought I was just beginning to get an idea of what she meant.
“When Toni arrived and we started our weekend together,” she went on, “it wasn’t  your heart or your soul that wanted her. It was your body.” She looked at Toni. “And the same is true for you, little Toni-girl. You told us you’d been without sex for a long time. And here we were, giving you all kinds of sex and orgasms and pleasure but denying you the one thing you really wanted, with a man who’d turned you on as soon as you walked in our door. Because you’d had Davey’s tongue and my cock in your pussy but it was sex, just sex, and now there was love in the mix, and you began to want him because you had feelings for him --”  and she looked at me again, still holding onto my hands, “ – and, my lovely sweet baby, you began to want her because you had feelings too, and d’you see, it changed everything. To expect you not to have full intercourse, to hold you to your promise  to  keep away from Toni’s pussy was cruel. And I am so, so sorry that I didn’t realise it before and tell you both.” She looked at Toni, who just stared at her, her mouth agape.
Tanya squeezed my hands. “It was a shock when I saw you, but it made me think. This was my Davey, breaking a promise, abusing the love we have?” She shook her head and her long hair flew from side to side. “No. I didn’t believe it. But I saw, and I wasn’t wrong, so it made me think, why? Why did that happen after you’d both foresworn it? And then I realised why.”
She looked across me at Toni and she smiled at her.
“Toni, it’s okay. I am not upset, I am not shocked now, I don’t blame either of you, and I’m not angry. Actually, yes I am angry,” she went on after a pause, “but I’m angry with myself. If I hadn’t been so immersed in my own hedonistic pleasure with you both I would have realised it sooner. But I’m not angry with either of you.”
She released my hands and stood, glancing from one to another of us. “I’m going to make breakfast,” she said. “It’s okay, really. Do it. I want you to do it. Toni, I want you to enjoy every single second of Davey’s cock in your pussy. And my Davey, I want you to savour every single second of being inside Toni’s cunt. Do it.” And she turned and left the room. I looked at Toni.
“I have to go to her,” I said and she nodded.
“I know, I know.”
I leapt off the bed and followed Tanya into the kitchen where I shut the door behind me. She was just about to crack eggs into a saucepan but she stopped and looked at me.
“I’ve spoilt it, haven’t I?” she said. “You don’t want her now, do you?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes I do,  but…..oh, I don’t know.”   
“I’m sorry Davey,”  she repeated in a small voice. I held up my hand to stop her. She put the eggs down unbroken and came to me. She put her hands on my face and gripped it hard.
“I meant it, Davey baby. In the bedroom. I really meant it.”
There were things I wanted to say and I struggled to them into some sort of coherent order.
“Tanya, I promise you, I didn’t want that to happen. It wasn’t me.”  I felt terrible. I sounded like a schoolchild caught red- handed in some forbidden act who immediately denied all knowledge of it.
“I mean, yes, of course I wanted her. But she ---”
“I know, I know,” whispered Tanya, her palms rubbing up and down each side of my face. “ I heard it, I saw it. I know what she said and what you said. I heard you say no to her.”  Her eyes, earnestly looking into mine, softened. “I know you wouldn’t abuse  our love. I love you, my Davey baby, and your happiness, your pleasure, your life with me is all that matters to me. Do you understand me?” And she gave my face a little shake with her hands.
“Do you understand me, lump? I was wrong. I made a mistake. I hope I don’t do that very often, but this time I made a mistake in expecting something from you, and from Toni, which was right at the time but isn’t right now because things have changed. But I didn’t realise it until now. Lump, I love you with all my heart. You are the most important thing in my life but now Toni is important to me too, the same as she is to you. I want you to be inside her. I don’t want you to go back in there and fuck her cunt. I want you to go in there and love her, the same as you did to me last night.”
“I can’t love her the same as I love you!” I protested.
“I know, I know. I don’t mean that. But you love her in your own way, the same as I love her in my own way. Not like we love each other, no, but in our own way. So go to her and show her your love for her, your way.”
And she reached forward and kissed me between her cupped hands. “I want it for both of you,” she said. “Go to her and love her your way, and let her love you her way.”
I looked at her and had no words.  What had I done to deserve a girl who could love me so fiercely and yet say those things to me? I didn’t know.
“I love you,” I began.
“And I love you,” she interrupted. “And nothing’s changed between us. Nothing at all. But we have changed because we love our Toni-girl as well now.”
She was still holding my face and she shook it again.
“She’s in that room alone, feeling lonely, sad, probably rejected and certainly as guilty as hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s packing her bag! Now go to her!”
And she dropped her hands to my shoulders, spun me round and marched me to the door, opened it and thrust me out of the kitchen.
I went to the bedroom. It was empty.
“Shit!” I said, and went to the spare room. The door was closed but I opened it without knocking. Toni was collecting her toiletries from the dressing table and dropping them in her bag on the bed. I stood in the doorway and looked at her.
“I think I’d better leave,” she said.
“No, don’t! Please! Please don’t leave!” I said.
She shook her head and continued to drop items into the bag.
“I should. I feel awful. I’ve broken my promise to you and to Tanya. I’ve caused a row between you and that was the last, the very last thing I ever wanted to do. It was selfish of me to do what I did. It was just that moment and I wanted…….”  She trailed off, looking at me. “It was wrong. It was selfish and wrong and I wish I hadn’t done it but it’s too late now. I did it and now this has happened and I’m sorry that I did it.”
“Toni, you haven’t caused a row. It’s okay now. I’ve spoken with Tanya and what she said, she meant. It’s okay now.”
But Toni shook her head again and looked down at her little bag of things.
“Even if she meant it,” she answered softly, “that isn’t the point. The point is that I’ve upset you and I’ve upset Tanya --”
“No, you haven’t!” came Tanya’s voice and she appeared from where she’d been standing, out of sight beside the doorway. She pushed me aside and went to Toni.
“No you have not upset me! I was upset with myself. I told you. Don’t go Toni. Please! I’m begging you, please don’t leave us. Stay with us for the rest of the weekend, as we planned and wanted.”
She took Toni’s hands in hers.   
“I want you to stay. I want to do more things with you and Davey. Davey wants you to stay. We love you, little Toni-girl and I’m begging you again, please don’t go.”
Toni looked from her to me, then back again at Tanya. She shook her head once more.
“I can’t,”  she said. “I feel so bad about this. It’s all my fault. And Tanya, understand, it wasn’t Davey. He didn’t let you down. It was me. I just wanted your man in me and I made it happen and so it’s my fault. Not his at all.”
“Now listen to me,” Tanya said, and she pulled Toni down onto the bed where they sat, side by side.
“Listen to me, very carefully,” she repeated. “Nothing has changed between Davey and me. Nothing. Do you understand? Our love for each other is as strong and untainted and absolute as it ever was. But now each of us loves you too. Not like we love each other, no. But we love you very much in our own way. We do not want you to leave. We want you to stay, and enjoy our love for you, enjoy the pleasure that we want to give you. And perhaps even more importantly, we want to feel the love that you have for us, the love we’ve felt from you already.”
She looked up at me, and back to Toni again.
“I saw your face after we’d made love. I heard you when you wished for Davey to love you the same way. You said ‘someone’, but I know you wanted Davey to be in you and love you like he did me. Give you  the same feeling. The same loving feeling. Of being loved.” She paused and looked at Toni’s face.
“He can’t love you like that Toni-girl. He can’t even if he wanted to because he doesn’t love you the same way he loves me, but he loves you in his own way and he can love you in his own way. And I love you in my own way. And we do not want you to leave. Please?”
And she threw her arms round Toni’s neck and pulled her close and sat there, hugging Toni and saying nothing more. There was a silence as Toni looked at me over Tanya’s shoulder.
“You really want me to stay?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” I told her. “I do, very, very much.”
And almost at the same time, Tanya said, “Yes, I want you to stay. I want to love you. I want to feel your love. I want to see and hear and feel your love for Davey and his for you. Stay.”  She spoke the last word very softly.
And eventually Toni gave a little nod. “I didn’t want to go,” she said. “I wanted to stay but I thought I shouldn’t.” She paused and then asked in a very quiet, tremulous voice, a whisper, as if she was frightened to speak,
“But what happens if I want Davey again? If I can’t control myself again and I ---”
And Tanya released her hug and held Toni’s shoulders in front of her and spoke to her eyes, quietly but with unmistakable truth in her voice.
“You will want Davey again. I know it and Davey knows it. And when you do, he will be there. And you will have him, just the way you want. You will love each other and pleasure each other and he will be right inside you, where you want him, for as long as you want him. D’you hear me? And I will be there too, and I will watch, or touch, or kiss or do anything I can to make that time that he is inside you as special for you as I know you want it to be.”
So saying she stood up, pulled Toni to her feet, took my hand and put it in Toni’s and pushed us towards the door.
“Now for heaven’s sake go to the bedroom and fuck each other while I go and make breakfast!”
And all that without saying a word about Toni calling me Davey.
She vanished back into the kitchen and I led Toni to our bedroom. But we didn’t fuck. We sat on the bed and Toni looked at the door, to where the sounds of pots, pans and other breakfasty sounds were coming.
“Can she mean it?” she asked me. “Does she really, really mean that we can f- make love like you two did?”
I nodded. “Make no mistake,” I said. “She means it.”
“But –she’s incredible,” Toni said. “She’s so understanding. She’s unbelievable.”
“Now you know,” I said.
“And she’s so right,” Toni went on as if she hadn’t heard me. “About how I felt, about how I wanted you to make love to me, not just…….”  she trailed off and then looked at me.
“Will you still want me?” she asked in that wistful voice.   
I looked at her, and my eyes drank in her lovely soft body, her firm round breasts, her exquisite elfin face, her soft mouth and her tousled boy’s haircut and I said, “Yes, Toni-girl. I still want you, very much. And Tanya was right about something else too. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to love you.”
And Toni took one of my hands in her own slender, elfin hands and she squeezed it gently and she said, “And I want to love you too, Dave. Very much.” She leaned over and gave me a tender, loving kiss.
And it might have happened then, who knows, but at that moment Tanya called, ‘Breakfast!’
Toni whispered urgently to me. “I wanted to ask, what’s the form?” She glanced down at her  dirty pants and then at mine, covered as they were with the fruits of our earlier sex fun and the fruits of the raspberry gateau. “Should I shower or change before we eat?”
“If you want to,” I told her. “We won’t. We usually stay like this until, well, until we don’t.”
“Okay,”she responded. “Then I won’t change either. I was just thinking about sitting on your chairs….”
“Tanya will have covered them with an old towel or something. We’re used to it but if you’d rather shower or put something else on…..”
“Oh, no!” she grinned. “I like being dirty! It’s fun! I don’t want to change. I want more!”
“Come on then,” I said to her, pulling her up. “Let’s eat. Lots to do after!” And Toni giggled as we went to the kitchen.
As I opened the door we were greeted by the smell of frying bacon and grilling sausages, and the aroma of freshly percolating coffee. There were cereals on the table, toast slices in racks, jam, honey, preserves, and Tanya was busy at the cooker doing things with the  bacon and sausages and eggs.  She looked at us and smiled. “All okay now?”
And Toni nodded and I nodded and we sat.
“Beans and tomatoes and hash browns keeping warm in the oven,” said Tanya. “Let’s tuck in.”
And we did.
As Toni and I finished cereals, Tanya dished up huge platefuls of hot food, piling the plates with everything she had prepared.
“God, I can’t eat all this!” Toni objected, looking at the mountain of food in front of her.
Tanya grinned. “Do your best. Got to keep your strength up. Might need it later!”
And Toni giggled and tucked in.
Although it seemed that the air had cleared I still could feel a very slight reservation, a slight distance, around us which hadn’t been there before. I thought it was coming from Toni, who probably still felt guilty and in all likelihood still didn’t believe that Tanya had could so readily forgive. I knew she could, although she’d surprised even me this time by her apology for a mistake. As her explanation had unfolded I had thought she was going to say that Toni herself had been the mistake, and that Tanya would try to throw her out of the house. And I’d been worried and yes, frightened that if she’d tried to do that, we would have had our first real row. Because I didn’t want Toni to leave, certainly not to be evicted in such a fashion. Not because of the sex. I just didn’t feel that she deserved that. As I enjoyed the food, (I was ravenous, I discovered, once I’d smelled the delicious aromas in the kitchen) I pondered how best to bring the ambience around us back to the light, care-free, uninhibited condition it had been before. Was that even possible, I wondered?
“I have a suggestion,” I proposed, buttering my third slice of toast.
“Nothing wrong with your appetite this morning, I see,”  Tanya grinned.
“Morning? It’s three o’clock woman! Fine time to be having breakfast! Anyway, what about going for a little walk after breakfast, or whatever it is at three in the afternoon. I thought perhaps we could take some bread, walk across the fields to the lake and feed the ducks.”
This is something Tanya and I do quite often.
“You have a lake nearby?” Toni enquired in some wonder.
Tanya nodded. “About twenty minutes walk. It’s a bird sanctuary.”
“Ooo, that sounds nice,”  Toni agreed.
“How’s the weather Davey?”  Tanya asked.
I got up and went to the window, opened it and stuck my head out. It was a gloriously sunny day, but as it was late summer there was the possibility of a chill in the air. Not today though.
“Glorious,” I told them. “Lovely and warm and sunny.”
“Good,” Tanya said. “That means we don’t have to get dressed.”   
Toni paused with her coffee cup halfway to her mouth, looked at Tanya, dressed only in her see-through pants, at me, dressed similarly, and then at her own dirty and full pants.
“We’re going dressed like this?”
Tanya laughed. “Well, yes and no.”
She wiped her mouth with her napkin and stood up.
“I’m going to brush my teeth,”  she said. “Back in a mo.”
Toni watched her leave and then whispered to me. She still wore an incredulous look.
“Are you really going dressed in your pants?”
I chuckled and said, “Even I wouldn’t go out in quite this state. What I mean is, we don’t get showered or changed. Not usually. We just throw something over these and go. But,” and my voice took on a serious note, “sweet little Toni, if you prefer to change, it’s fine. Really. We won’t, but if you feel more comfortable then go right ahead.”
But Toni was shaking her head. “No, I’m happy to do as you do,” she said. “It sounds exciting. Sort of naughty. But I only brought underwear, I didn’t bring any other outer clothes ‘cos I thought we wouldn’t need them.”
I immediately knew what she meant. It was something Tanya and I had established a pattern for a long time ago, but Toni was in a slightly different position. To put on her clothes as she was over her body and pants meant that she would then have to travel home in them afterwards.
“That’s no problem,” I said briskly. “Don’t worry. Tanya’ll give you something to put on.”
And I smiled, and Toni smiled, and I thought the air had cleared even more.
I leant over and kissed her cheek. “Are you feeling okay, now,” I asked her softly. “I mean, really okay? With me and with Tanya?”
She nodded and caressed my own face. “Yes,” she whispered. “I am. Really I am. I want to enjoy a walk, a bit of fresh air, and then come back and go back to the bedroom and spend all day and night having fun. And lots of orgasms. With you both.” And she kissed my nose. And the air was clear.
We’d finished the mammoth repast that Tanya had made for us. Even Toni. She regarded her empty plate with some dismay.
“I’m a pig,” she wailed. She rubbed her full stomach. “I can’t believe I ate all that. I must have been hungrier than I thought.”
“It’s the exercise,” I told her airily, looking at the ceiling. “Gives you an appetite.”
She placed a hand on my cock. “Gives you an appetite for more, you mean,” she said mischievously.
“That too,” I agreed.
Tanya returned and asked, “Anyone else want to go to the bathroom before we go?”
Toni  nodded. “Yes, I want to clean my teeth and freshen up too.”
She rose from the table and Tanya reached for her hand and stopped her.
“Toni,” she said, “you’ll only brush your teeth, won’t you?” Toni looked at her. “I mean,” Tanya asked her seriously, “you won’t do anything else in the bathroom, will you?”
And Toni looked  at her, and put her hands on her hips, winked,  and spoke  in a voice like an argumentative teenager, “Well, really! What else would I do?” And she moved to the door, looked at Tanya again, tossed her head and pouted, “Really! Anyone would think I was going to pee or something!  Huh!” And she flounced out of the room.
Tanya looked at me. “She’s okay?”
“She’s very okay,” I told her. “Looking forward to the walk and then back in the bedroom for the rest of the day and night. Her words, not mine.”
Tanya nodded. “Good. Good. I was worried there for a while. Thought I’d really fucked everything up.” 
I went to her and hugged her gently and stroked her long hair and her back.
“Tanya,” I said quietly. “My lovely, adorable, sexy, beautiful girl, you couldn’t fuck anything up if your life depended on it. It’s fine. She’s fine. I’m fine. And I want you.”
And she snuggled against me and said. “Yes. I do too. But later. Or do you want to go to bed first?”
“Well, if you really insist,” I grumbled theatrically, “I suppose I can wait. But not too long, mind!”
And we chuckled and hugged.
Toni returned and regarded us impishly.  “Starting without me again?” she enquired archly.
And Tanya held out one hand and Toni came to us and we all three hugged each other and kissed.

“Come on then,” Tanya said eventually. “Let’s find something to put on.” And she dragged Toni away from me. “Lump, stay there!” 

 
The girls disappeared and a few minutes later there were squeals of laughter from Toni. I drank another cup of coffee and put the dirty dishes in the sink full of hot water. They could soak while we were out. I had just finished wiping the table when the girls burst into the kitchen and stood side by side looking at me.
“We’re ready!” they announced in unison.  I looked at them.
They’d combed their hair and cleaned their faces. Tanya was wearing one of my shirts again, a pale yellow one, and she’d given one to Toni, too. A pale green one. Toni had removed her hold-ups and their legs appeared from beneath the shirts, their breasts moulded and rounded by the fabric and I could see their nipples beneath the material. For the first time I could see Toni’s legs and they were slender and smooth just like her hands and fingers. They both looked stunning. They stood together, smiling at me.
“Can’t we just go straight to bed instead,” I implored.
“No,” they said in unison again.
I shook my head. “Minxes,” I said. “You look gorgeous, both of you. And now you’re going to make me wait.”
They nodded.  “If it’s worth having, it’s worth waiting for!” Tanya wagged a finger at me. “What are you going to wear?”
“One of Tanya’s manhole covers!” suggested Toni, giggling.
“No!” I said. “In the house yes, but not outside. Well, only if it’s dark,” I admitted. “No I’ll throw some shorts on.”
“And I’ll get the bread,” Tanya said and busied herself collecting things from around the kitchen. She paused at one point and stared into space for a moment, then nodded to herself and added two towels to a big plastic carrier bag.
She grinned at me. “Might need these,”she said.
Toni looked perplexed but said nothing.
And so we set off. I collected my shorts on the way out and put them on.
It was indeed glorious outside. We strolled along the street and turned onto the path across the fields. Toni giggled.
“Those people! Did you see their faces! Couldn’t believe we’re dressed the way we are!”
“Imagine if they knew what you had underneath the shirt.”
“You mean all that nice brown stuff that’s still in me?” Toni giggled.
“That, and the pee, and the cum, and the raspberry gateau,” said Tanya. And they both giggled and linked arms and skipped off in front of me like two little schoolgirls. And as they did so the shirts flapped and swirled and gave me glimpses of their thighs and pants and I really wanted to turn round and go home and take them to bed.
A gentle stroll brought us to the lake. Toni marvelled at the quantity of birds. There were geese and ducks and swans and curlews and gulls and moorhens and a whole host of other feathered creatures about whose names I hadn’t the foggiest idea.
“Incredible!” Toni breathed.
The swans and ducks and geese were so used to humans around them that they approached quite close. Other birds kept their distance but hovered expectantly, knowing that food would probably soon appear.  Tanya dished out small bags of bread from her plastic bag and we strolled along the lake edge, throwing morsels of bread into the water. The birds followed, either swimming a few feet from the edge or waddling along behind us, quacking and squawking noisily.
There were a few other people about, obviously taking advantage of the late summer afternoon, as we were. Most of them pointedly ignored us, a few smiled at the girls, then smiled at me in a knowing sort of way. One young couple, strolling hand in hand actually stopped and stared at us as we passed them. When I looked over my shoulder they were locked in an embrace and his hand was between them, feeling between her legs, and her hands were clamped round his ass and pulling him in to her. Nice, I thought. Dressed as we are, we may have done some good there.
But there were other people who made it quite plain they thought we were rude, or disgusting, and shouldn’t be walking around as we were. One middle-aged couple actually tutted as they went by, the man looking at me down his nose and the woman pursing her lips and snorting at the girls as we walked past, the girls giggling and chuckling. Tanya glanced back at them.
“Stupid people,” she said contemptuously.  She turned and watched the couple walk on, their heads together as they discussed this affront to their sense of propriety and glancing back at us briefly.  
“Stupid,” she repeated. “I bet when they have sex, if they still do, he’s on top of her. I bet he’s always been on top of her since the day they were married. I bet he’s never licked her cunt, nor she his cock.” She shook her head. “Stupid,” she said again. Tanya has no time for prudes.
“You’ll get no bet from me,” I answered her. “But, to each his own, my sweet, to each his own.”
We continued our stroll. Toni was captivated by the birds and after a while waved her bag.
“I’ve run out of bread!” she wailed. So I gave her mine and she happily threw it to the birds until that was all gone too.
We were heading for some thick bushes and trees that grew to the lake edge. The path wandered away from the water and continued round the outside of the thicket, but countless feet over countless years had worn a path through the undergrowth, following the lake edge. Tanya took my hand as Toni skipped ahead, scattering the last few crumbs of bread from the bag.
“Think you may need the towels,” she whispered. “In fact I’m sure you will.”  She glanced at Toni. “She’s sweet. I hope she’s going to enjoy this as much as we do.”
“After the second or third ‘Ooooo!’,” I whispered back, “I’m sure she will.”
And Tanya laughed.
“What are you laughing about?” Toni pouted, running up to us. “Secrets?”
“Not at all, little Toni-girl,” Tanya smiled. “We think it’s time we had some fun.”
“Ooooo, yes!” Toni agreed, her eyes shining.
“One,” I said.
“What are we going to do?” She was like an excited little tomboy. “Something naughty? Something sexy? Something we shouldn’t do out here?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Tanya laughed.
“Ooooo! Tell me!”
“Two,” I murmured.
“Wait a sec.” Tanya took her hand and led her to a small clearing amongst the trees and bushes. It was shielded on all sides except for the footpath that ran along one edge. And anybody coming would be heard long before they could see the clearing, or us. Tanya and I had been here before.
I fell back slightly. Tanya had taken Toni’s hand and I was quite content about that.
Tanya went to the side of the clearing and crouched down, putting the bag on the ground beside her. She still held hands with Toni, and now she placed the slender fingers between her legs. Toni had to crouch too to do it. Tanya glanced at me and I nodded slightly. There was no sound of anyone else following our path through the thicket, nor indeed, coming the opposite way. There was a slight pause.
“Oooooooo!”
And three, I said to myself.
“Nice! Very nice! More!”
And I heard the sound of water running and dripping as Tanya released her golden shower into Toni’s hand.
“Rub me,” whispered Tanya, and Toni began to rub her, massaging Tanya’s cunt lips through the soaking wet pants as my girl poured her golden pee into them.
“I do like that!” whispered Toni. “I love it! More!”
“And I like you rubbing me,” said Tanya, whispering back to her. But her voice was becoming more excited.  “Do it faster! Rub my clit! Yes, yes! Harder!”
And I watched them both as Toni continued to rub at my girl’s cunt as fast as she could.
“Wait! Stop!” Tanya suddenly said. She pulled Toni’s hand further round behind her to cup her ass cheeks.
Toni looked at her enquiringly, and then in a flash realisation had dawned.
“Oh, YES!” she breathed in excitement. “YES! You’re going to ----ooooooooo!” and the girls stared at each other face to face and then Toni’s hand moved and I knew she was feeling and massaging and squashing the bulge, the brown, sticky, gooey stuff that Tanya had let go into her pants.
“Yes!.... Yes!..... Lovely!” Toni breathed. “Oh, it’s so nice! It’s so naughty of you to fill your pants out in the open! It’s so sexy. Tanya, do more! More! I love the feel of it in your pants, in my hand!” And she cupped her free hand round Tanya’s neck and they moved together and kissed passionately, Toni still rubbing and feeling with her other hand.  
Finally they parted lips and mouths. “Bring your hand forward slowly and wipe it on my cunt,” whispered Tanya, her eyes glowing. “Yes! Like that! Ohhhh!” and her eyes closed in rapture as Toni drew her hand slowly forward, hard against Tanya’s crotch and her finger trailing, pressing into her cunt.
“Ohhhh! That was nice!” Tanya murmured. She looked at Toni. “You enjoyed that, too.”
Toni nodded, her eyes alight with her excitement. “It was sooooo good,” she said. “To feel you filling your pants was so erotic! Now I know how you felt when I did it.” She looked at me. “But you didn’t get any this time, Dave,” she said, a trace of sadness in her voice. “Sorry. I hogged it all.”
I smiled. “Plenty of time,” I said. “Plenty more where that came from. There’s three of us.” And Toni giggled and that made Tanya giggle and she pulled a towel from her bag and handed it to Toni, who cleaned her hand quickly. Tanya stood and a beatific smile came over her. I knew she was using her own buttock muscles to feel and enjoy the softness of the brown stickiness.
“What about you?” she asked Toni. “Are you ready to do some more yet?”
Toni frowned. “Don’t think so,” she replied dubiously. “Soon, perhaps, but not right now.”
“Shame.” Tanya pulled down the tail of the shirt over her bulging pants. “Never mind.”
“Poor Dave,” Toni said. “All he got to do was watch. Didn’t feel you, didn’t feel me, didn’t do anything.”
Tanya used one shoulder to nudge her twice in a time-honoured vaudevillian way, gave her a theatrical wink and said,
“Something you want to do to him, is there?”
And Toni looked at me and smiled. “Yes, I want to suck him off!”
And she came to me and put her hand up the leg of my shorts. “I want that in my mouth,” she said excitedly. “Here, now, in the open! I want to feel your cock in my mouth and feel you get harder and cum!”
Her cool fingers closing round me outside my own pants was enough to wake my cock from its slumbers and Toni dropped to a crouch, unzipped me and pulled out my cock. Slowly she took me into her mouth, holding the base with her hand and sucking and wanking me at the same time. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations and she continued in this way for several minutes. Then she paused with me outside her mouth, looked up at me and said, “Don’t cum in my mouth. I want you to shoot it all over my face!” and she took me into her again and sucked and stroked me harder and faster. I was thrusting at her mouth even as she sucked me and having had quite a rest by now, I was more than ready to cum wherever she wanted it. I made no attempt to control things. I wanted to shoot my cum as soon as I could and I let things take their natural and fastest course. She felt the tremor in me that preceded my climax and immediately pulled me from her mouth and aimed  my cock at her cheeks. My cream exploded onto her cheek and she immediately moved me so that the next lot landed on her closed lips. Then her neck. Then her cheek and nose, and finally she opened her lips and took the tip of my cock between them as the last of my cum shot from my cock.
She stood and her fingers wiped my hot cum over her face and tasted it on her lips.
“Mmmmm!” she murmured.
Tanya had come to us and now she stuck her tongue out and licked at Toni’s face, collecting my cream, tasting it and swallowing it.
“Can’t let you hog all that as well, little Toni-girl,” she grinned. Toni looked at her.
“D’you think Dave might like some?” she asked roguishly.
“I think he might,”  Tanya grinned.
“Should we give him some?”
“I don’t know. What do you think. Does he deserve some?”
“Poor little mite. Look at him. Think we ought to give him some.”
“Just a little then.”
“Agreed.” And so saying Toni collected some more on her fingers, wiped it on my face and stepped back to admire her handiwork. And Tanya scooped some cum from Toni’s neck and did the same.
“That’s better.” Toni grinned.
“You missed a bit.” Tanya smeared my face with a soft and gentle finger. “Can’t have him going home looking like an urchin. There. Now he’s covered.”
“Have you quite finished?” I asked peevishly.
And the girls laughed and I grinned. Tanya collected the carrier bag and stuffed the towel inside it which Toni had used.   
“There’s no more bread left,” she complained.
“And there’s no more cum left,” Toni complained, still smearing mine over  herself and eyeing my shorts where I had put my cock back to bed.
“Pity.”
“Yes. Pity.”
“Nothing for it then.”
“Nope.”
“We’ll have to go home and have sex.”
“Mmm.”
And they linked arms and flounced off along the path, Tanya throwing me the carrier bag as she passed.
When we reached the fields Toni looked round. “Do you know what I’d like to do? Right now?”
“Grrrrrrrr!” growled Tanya.
“Oops! Sorry!”
And Toni looked round again. Then she pulled Tanya to her, kissed her hard on the lips and slid her hand under the shirt tail to massage the brown bulge in Tanya’s pants. Tanya pushed back against her hand, enjoying the feelings as much as Toni was enjoying squashing it on to her. After a few minutes they separated. Tanya pulled the bottom of the shirt down again to cover her pants.
“Nice,” she said.
“Nice,” Toni agreed, her eyes shining.
We walked on and came to the street that led to home.
Toni looked round again, carefully. I thought she was going to do the same thing again, but she didn’t. No-one was near, only two men walking away from us a little further up the street. Toni came to me, pulled me close to her and kissed me hard, pulling my hands round behind her, under the shirt tail and onto her pants.
“Rub my ass, Dave!” she implored. “Now! In the street!”
And I was happy to oblige.  As we kissed and I rubbed her firm round cheeks and pulled her close to me she made little noises of pleasure. And Tanya came and stood beside me and rubbed my ass with one hand. Finally Toni stepped back, a bit breathless.
“Lovely!” she cooed. “Just lovely!”
She didn’t pull the shirt down, she left it where it was, slightly rucked up against her waist, and turned to continue homewards. Gradually, the shirt fell into place itself.
I looked beyond Toni. The two men had stopped. One of them appeared to be writing something. He picked up something from the ground, put it on the top of a low wall and the two of them carried on. When we reached the wall we realised the man had written on a scrap of paper and used a stone to secure it in place.
I  looked at it as we passed, and the girls craned their necks to see too.
On the paper the man had written ‘Lucky Bastard!’
 
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Once indoors Tanya brought out tea things and the last of the raspberry gateau from the bedroom.
“This either needs eating or squashing inside someone,” she told us. “What’ll it be?”
“Not more food!” exclaimed Toni, but nevertheless she accepted a small slice and ate it with relish.
Tanya and I finished the rest.
“Pity,” Tanya sighed. “I rather fancied some of that in my pussy. Never mind. Now I’ve sat down I’ve got something else in there and that’s just as nice!”
We laughed and I poured the last of the tea into everyone’s cups.
“I’m going to brush my teeth,” I said. I rubbed my chin and face. “And I’ll have a quick shave again, too.”
“Everywhere,” Tanya murmured and winked at Toni.
When I returned Tanya had left her chair and had gone to Toni and was kissing her gently. Now she left her and came to me, kissed me tenderly and said simply, “Love you, lump.”
Toni had  glanced at me once or twice but hadn’t spoken much during tea.
Now she looked at Tanya and asked, “Are we going to the bedroom again?”
“We certainly are!” Tanya replied briskly. “You and Davey can go now and I’ll wash up.”   
But I objected and so did Toni who said ‘that’s not fair, Dave should help too’, and that made us all laugh again.
“Go, my children,” Tanya said waving a hand at the door. “Go forth and multiply, in the nicest possible way.”
And the girls grinned at each other and at me, and Toni and I left the table and headed for the door and Tanya called Toni back and whispered something to her that I couldn’t hear. Toni turned her head sharply to look at her, her face registering shock.
“What!”
And Tanya whispered again, quite a long time, and Toni tried to say, ‘but--  but—’ several times but Tanya kept on whispering and glancing at me and her eyes were smiling so I knew it was nothing bad and I thought ‘bloody little minxes are up to something again’.
And eventually Tanya stopped whispering and looked at Toni and Toni looked at her and said,
“Are you sure?” and Tanya nodded, smiling,  and pushed Toni gently towards me.
“I suppose there’s no chance of me knowing what that was all about?” I asked resignedly.
“Oh, you’ll find out,” Tanya crowed.
“I’m sure I will,” I said darkly. “Bloody little minxes!”
And they laughed and Toni took my hand and we went to the bedroom.
And when we were in there Toni threw me back onto the bed, grabbed at my shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off. She leapt on top of me, straddling me and sat upright. I could feel her soft cunt pressing down through my pants and onto my cock, which of course woke up and wanted to know what was happening. Toni frantically undid the buttons on the shirt, pulled it off and dropped it on the floor beside my shorts. Then she leaned forward, her head poised over mine and she looked down at me, her eyes sparkling. Her breasts were above me, taut, round, tanned, and with her nipples hardening even as I looked.
“I want you,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. This time. I want you, Davey, to fuck me very, very hard! In my cunt. My pussy. I want your lovely cock right in me as far as you can push it and I want to feel you fucking me HARD!” And she rubbed herself against me and her juices were flowing into her own pants and then she was tearing at the leg of my pants and pulling it aside and lifting herself slightly and pulling her own wet and brown pants aside and then down onto my cock and I’d wanted this ever since she’d set foot in the door and now her wet,  bareback cunt was engulfing the tip  and this time there was no hesitation and no guilt and no taboo and I loved it and I thrust my hips up and my cock shot like a rocket right inside her delicious, hot, soaking wet cunt which gripped me fiercely and I lifted her almost off the bed and she breathed ‘Yes, Davey, yes!’ and I thought she’s so beautifully young and tight and so wet and that made me harder and each time I thrust upwards she lifted off the bed and cried out ‘Ah! Ah!’ and I fucked her and fucked her as hard as I could and I’d wanted this so much that I knew I couldn’t wait long but that was alright because she was almost there too and again this was almost like rape because I was pounding into her cunt and I felt her juices on me and that made it so easy to pound her again and I did so hard and now so fast and she was loving it and crying ‘Yes! Yes!’ each time and then she threw her head back and went rigid on me and screamed so loudly ‘Oh, Davey you’re fucking me! You’re fucking me NOW!’ as she came and there was a huge gush from her as her cum shot from her over my cock and down its length and that was it and I came too and  I shot and I shot and I shot and her cunt filled with my cum and her cum and it was just so electrifying and it was all I’d thought it would be and more much more, it was unbelievable, this girl, this tender, inexperienced, lovely soft creature with her firm breasts and firm ass and all that cum gushing from her and I sank back onto the bed and she flopped onto me and we lay, gasping for breath and holding each other and I felt our mixed cum run over my cock and it twitched one more time and she wriggled and moaned and gasped ‘Davey, Davey, Davey’ and I thought ‘Dear God, if Tanya’s heard her calling me that as she came, and she must have, Dear God there’ll be trouble’.
Toni lay and held me tightly. I tried to move to a more comfortable position but she gripped me and murmured ‘no’ and wouldn’t let me move. I stroked her short dark hair and her back and she wriggled against me and gripped me even harder. I felt her nipples against my chest, still hard but gradually, slowly, softening to their normal state. I felt her thigh on mine, warm, soft, erotic, and I felt her wet cunt against me, still releasing her love juices and our mixed cum and I felt it on my own thigh and I thought, yes, Tanya was right when she said I wanted to feel these things.
And that reminded me.   
“Toni,” I whispered.
She snuggled against me and murmured a questioning “Mmmm?”
“Toni,” I said. “You called me Davey.”
“Mmmm,” she agreed.
I was flummoxed. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing because she thought she’d been in trouble before with Tanya and there was no way I wanted her to feel now  like she had then. But I wanted to tell her that this was another taboo and she’d broken it. But how the hell to say it without upsetting her I didn’t know.
She raised her head from my chest and traced a finger from my eyes down the side of my nose to my lips. She pulled them open a tiny bit and her eyes regarded me solemnly.
“I know I did,” she murmured. “Davey, Davey, Davey.”
“Ssshhh!” I warned.
“But it’s a nice name!” she said. “It’s cuddly and loving and sexy and strong and it’s your name and I love the sound of it and I love saying it. Davey, Davey, Davey.”
“But you mustn’t!” I told her in a frantic whisper. “You mustn’t!”
And her eyes regarded me for a moment and then she scrambled on top of me like she had just now and looked down at me, bent and kissed me hard all over my face and then looked down at me again.
“I must!” she pouted.
I shook my head in despair.
“Toni,” I implored. “Please don’t. I like to hear you say it too but you know that’s Tanya’s name for me and she’ll go mad if she hears you using it. She must have done already,” I finished morosely, wondering what would happen when I next faced my girl. And what would happen when she next saw Toni.
“If she’s heard it then it doesn’t matter, does it,” Toni pouted again. “Davey, Davey, Davey. Lovely Davey. Beautiful, sexy Davey.”
I gave up. I’d tried.
And Toni’s eyes took on a glint and she smiled down at me and said, “It’s such fun teasing you!”
“It may be fun,”I said, “but, my sweet and lovely Toni-girl, my adorable little elfin, I don’t want to upset Tanya and I don’t want you upset and I really wish you would stop calling me that.”
Her eyes clouded over and she gazed at me.
“You really don’t want me to call you that? Not at all?”
“No,” I told her firmly.
“Oh,” she said wistfully. “That’s sad.”
And my heart went out to her because I really did love this little elfin and I felt sorry but this was something that she just had to understand.
She rolled off me and lay beside me, cuddling me and stroking me. Then she used her finger to do her lip thing on me again, gently pulling at them just enough to open them a fraction and then letting them go.
“What do you think Tanya will do if she heard me,” she asked thoughtfully.
“I don’t know,” I answered her truthfully. “I really don’t know.”
“Will she be cross? Will she throw me out, d’you think?”
Actually I didn’t think she would because of what had happened earlier. I didn’t think Tanya would want to risk upsetting the weekend again, not after it had gone so right after breakfast. But I also knew that no-one, no-one at all was allowed to call me Davey. There was once a friend of mine, who, when he first met Tanya and heard her calling me Davey, had started to use the name too. And I remembered what had happened then.
Tanya had said, “Do you mind not calling him that. It’s my special name for him. He’s Dave to everyone else.”
“Davey’s a good name,” my friend had said. “He looks like a Davey, more than a Dave, in fact.” And he had stared at Tanya belligerently. “And I’ve known him longer that you have,” he pointed out, “so I’ll call him what I like.”
“Please,” Tanya had said, very quietly and very politely, “ I would prefer that you didn’t. I would prefer that you called him any other name you like, but not Davey.”
And my friend had looked at me and said, “What’s with her? Davey!” And he turned back to Tanya and added, “You call him what you want and I’ll call him what I want. And if I want to say Davey, then I will.”    
“Fine!” Tanya had compressed her lips and glared at him and then said. “As you wish. But not in my hearing. So if you use that name, my name for him when I’m not there, I won’t know about it. But since you’re so belligerent, --” and she’d started to step forward, glaring all the while at him and forcing him to step back each time,  “---so rude, so selfish and so very, very unpleasant, as long as I and Davey are together you will not be invited to my home with Davey and if you call our home on Davey’s phone I shall take great delight in telling you to piss off and slam the phone down on you!”
And she stood back with her arms folded and glared at him until he looked away and muttered something about having to go.
So I knew how strongly Tanya felt about other people calling me Davey. But what I didn’t know was what she would say to Toni. She might just remind her firmly that it was a no-no, but then again she might be annoyed that Toni had broken another promise. I hoped it would be the former.
“I don’t know, little Toni-girl,” I repeated with a worried sigh. “I just don’t know.”
We lay for a while, not speaking. I lay and worried a bit about what might happen, and Toni lay half on my chest and stroked it thoughtfully. Then she turned her head to look at my face and her fingers stroked and caressed my cheek.
“I know what she’ll do,” she said gravely.
“What?” I enquired dubiously.
And Toni rolled over on top of me again and pressed her cunt onto me and wriggled her hips delightedly and a huge grin spread over her face and she cried gaily, “Nothing!”
And she wriggled her hips again and ground her crotch onto my sleeping cock.
“She’ll do nothing!” she repeated and laughed at the expression on my face. Her face sank against mine and she nuzzled my neck and face, nipping gently at me between words.
“Oh, you’re such a lovely, lovely sweet person, Davey,” she said. “I can’t tease you any more. Tanya whispered words to me that I really thought I would never, never hear.” She stopped nuzzling to raise her head and gaze at me. She caressed my cheek again and said softly, “Davey, sweet Davey, Tanya told me I could call you that. Really she did.”
And she gazed at me lovingly and added, “I couldn’t believe it at first. But she meant it. She said that I had her blessing and she knew it meant so much to me and I could call you Davey, just like she does. But she said I had to tease you about it first!” 
And she dropped her head and went back to nuzzling and nipping me. “So now,” she whispered between nips, “you’re my Davey as well!”
I stared at the top of her head incredulously. Could this be true? Could she have misheard? No, not with Tanya’s mouth virtually buried in her ear, as it had been. So then, it must be right. I was flabbergasted. I had never, never thought that my Tanya would relent on that rule for anyone, ever.
“But she’s so special,” came a voice, and Tanya was standing beside the bed, watching my face and smiling at us.
And she’d done it again, the bloody little minx, the fabulous, lovable,  gorgeous, wonderful, bloody little minx had not only read my thoughts yet again but she’d cooked up a plan with Toni and fooled me again. Bloody adorable little minx! Both of them!
“She’s so special to us both,” Tanya said, “that if there was anyone at all in the world who I didn’t mind calling you Davey, it’s our little Toni-girl.”
I shook my head ruefully. “I would never have believed it,” I said.
“Aren’t you pleased?” she asked softly. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes. I do,” I answered. “I like hearing it and it’s nice for me if you’re happy about it. And Toni-girl is in seventh heaven.   I’m just having trouble taking it in.”
“There won’t be anyone else,” Tanya said and I knew she was speaking to both of us. And Toni rolled over and looked up at Tanya gravely. She held out a hand and Tanya took it.
“Thank you,” Toni said. “It’s -  it’s – I’m just honoured,” she finished simply. “I am.”
And Tanya smiled broadly at her and at me and she said, “Good fuck?”
And Toni threw up her arms and cried, “It was a great fuck! It was a fabulous fuck! It was hard and fast and strong and it was a fantastic fuck!”
And Tanya laughed and said, “Yes, he can do that sometimes. And now its my turn.”
I thought she meant she wanted me inside her and I was about to plead for a bit more recuperation time, but Tanya had picked up the strap-on and was fastening it in place.
“Now I want to love you, little Toni-girl.” And she unbuttoned the shirt and dropped it on the floor.   
And Toni smiled warmly and Tanya smiled, and they melted together on the bed as they kissed and cuddled each other. I was content to move over and lie there, watching them loving each other. Their lips roved over their faces and necks and ears. Their tongues tasted their breasts and licked at nipples straining with hardness. Their hands caressed and stroked and aroused each other and it was soft and gentle all the time, not hurried and not urgent. And Toni’s fingers caressed Tanya’s cunt through her pants and came away from her with a little of her soft brown stickiness on them and Tanya gently sucked at them and then gave them back to Toni to suck and they smiled at each other and Toni rubbed her again there, hard, and I could see Tanya was very aroused.
Toni whispered, “You’re still very full!” and rubbed her again. “I want to, too.”
And Tanya nodded and gently pulled and manoeuvred Toni until she was crouched on the bed and Tanya put her hand between Toni’s legs and smiled at her again.
Toni paused, and then I could see her pants begin to stretch as her own brown stuff began to fill them. I could see from Toni’s eyes that she was trying to empty every last bit into her pants, and in Tanya’s eyes I saw the pleasure and delight as the warm stickiness fell gently of its own accord into her palm, cupped over Toni’s cunt. There was a huge amount and it made an enormous bulge in Toni’s crotch. Finally she shook her head and whispered, “Can’t any more.”
And Tanya eased her back onto the bed and used her cock to rub Toni’s own cunt, outside her pants and Toni’s eyes closed in bliss as she lay quietly enjoying the feel of that big latex cock rubbing against her pants and squashing her brown stuff into her and then Tanya pulled aside one leg of her pants and slid the cock inside and rubbed her a little more and as she finally entered Toni through the warm bulge of her stickiness our little elfin let out a long  gasp and murmured, ‘Yes! That’s nice!’ and Tanya began to move with long, slow strokes as I had done with her, when,  aeons ago? and continued that way, her long hair moving softly over Toni’s breasts as she stroked slowly in and out of Toni’s cunt and Toni was building and her breath was coming faster through her open lips and still Tanya continued in that slow, gentle way and now Toni’s hands were pulling at her ass, pulling her inside as far as she could and then caressing Tanya’s back and hips and then pulling at her again and now she was gasping a little with each breath and I knew she was getting close but Tanya kept on loving her in the same way and Toni began to make little ‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ noises and then her hips were thrusting up at Tanya to meet her, once, twice, three times and she stayed rigid and her eyes were closed and there was a long ‘Ooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrr!’ in her throat as she climaxed.
As Toni finally let her body relax back onto the bed Tanya smiled down tenderly at her and allowed the cock to leave her. She waited, kneeling over Toni until she finally opened her eyes again. She smiled, a warm, loving, tender smile at Tanya, and Tanya returned the same smile and whispered gently, “Love you, little Toni-girl!”
And Toni’s arms went round Tanya’s neck as she pulled her down to kiss her on the lips and she whispered, “And I love you, sweet Tanya.” They gazed into each others eyes for some time, not needing to speak.
I gave a little theatrical sniff as I looked at them. “And who loves me?” I enquired plaintively.
They looked at me and Tanya looked back at Toni and gave a twitch of her head in my direction to say ‘Hark at him!’ and they both looked at me again and said, “We do!”
And Tanya rolled over to give me a hard, long kiss on the mouth and Toni’s hand went to my cock and caressed it.
Tanya smiled at me and said, “I love you, lump!”
And Toni bent to suck my cock for a moment and murmured, “And I love you too, Davey.”
“And I think it’s about time we showed him,” Tanya said. She regarded me for a moment, her eyes running the length of my body and pausing at my cock.
“Hmmm!” she commented. “Going to be busy soon, but first…….”
And she started to roll me over onto my stomach. Toni helped and I certainly didn’t prevent them. When they had me in the position Tanya wanted, on my knees with my ass presented to them in the air,  she ran her hands down my back and sides.
“Now, little Toni-girl,” she asked, “Which do you prefer to do, suck him or fuck him?”
Toni giggled. “Well, as I recall, I sucked him last time while you fucked him, so maybe we can change this time?”
“Absolutely,” Tanya agreed. “Haven’t tasted my lovely Davey for a while.” And without more ado she removed the strap-on and handed it to Toni who fastened it on.   
Tanya slid under me on her back and smiled her special smile at me.
“Want to suck you,” she whispered. “Want to suck you till you fill my mouth with your cum!” And so saying she gently took my cock from inside my pants and closed her lips over it. Toni was already kneeling behind me and pulling aside my pants to explore with her cock.
“He’s very empty,” she said with a pout. “We’re both full and he’s empty.”
“When you’ve finished with your cock inside me,” I said, “that may very well change!”
“Oooo, goodie!” giggled Toni, and began to push her hips forward. And so she began to fuck me, quite hard, while Tanya sucked and licked my cock, pausing occasionally to run her tongue along the back of it, round the base, the tip, and round my balls, using every way she knew to give me the utmost pleasure from her mouth.
“Ooo, my cock is in you,” Toni breathed, moving faster as she pumped at me. “It’s coming out with brown on it and it’s lovely! It’s sliding in you so nicely!” And she continued to fuck me to her heart’s content. I felt the girth of the cock in me as Toni thrust it in and out. And I was glad that she was gaining pleasure herself from it.
Tanya had made me swell to bursting point and I began to push down towards her, wanting to be deep in her mouth at that special moment. She gripped the base of my cock with her fingers when she could and used them to pull me into her mouth as I pushed myself into her. I could hear Toni’s voice behind me murmuring ‘Oh, I love fucking you Davey!’ but I knew the time was near and I glanced down at Tanya’s face below me and whispered, “Love you very much, my angel!” and as I felt my cream start its upward journey from my balls which Tanya was fondling with her other hand,  I added, “I’m going to fill your mouth with my love now!”
And there it was and I spurted my cum into her mouth, and again, and again until I was spent and Tanya released me and slid upwards to me so that she could kiss me and give me some back. And I felt Toni pull back for one final time and my rosebud felt empty, but I knew that Toni’s cock in me had moved things and soon I was going to empty myself.
My eyes must have told Tanya, because she put her hands round me and stroked my back before resting them on my ass.
“Toni,” she said, and Toni, who was removing the strap-on, looked at her and smiled and dropped it on the floor beside the bed and leant forward to place her hands on my ass too. There was only a brief pause and I felt myself beginning to empty, the soft brownness quickly filling the back of my pants as the girls oohed and aahed and massaged me and squashed the material, covering my balls and the base of my cock with my own brown stickiness.
Finally I said, “That’s it, my sweet little minxes. I haven’t any more.”
And the girls rolled me onto my back and looked at me, and at each other, and Tanya said,
“Hmmm!” again.  “Not an awful lot, is it?”
Toni shook her head. “Do you think we should ----”
“Yes, I definitely think we should,” Tanya interrupted her and I marvelled yet again and thought, now she’s doing it to Toni as well.
Before I could move or utter a word, Tanya had pulled the front of my pants down as far as she could and held them there. “Be my guest,” she said to Toni.
And Toni giggled and replied, “I am your guest!” and she straddled me on her knees and pulled her own pants away from her body and allowed her own rich brown softness to fall from them onto me. When she was sure she couldn’t get any more from within her or within her pants she resumed her previous place and held my pants open for Tanya.
“Still not enough,” she commented, and proceeded to do as Toni had done. There was now an enormous mound of brown stickiness on me, covering my cock and lower stomach and overflowing into my pants to cover my balls as well. The girls carefully pulled my pants up again and then first Tanya and then Toni sat on me to ensure it was squashed hard against me and down into my crotch to nestle between my balls and my ass.
It was a heavenly feeling, one that I had come to enjoy immensely since Tanya and I had first discovered this pleasure, quite by accident. Tanya did a small pee on me too, and that made everything even softer and warmer and even more enjoyable.
We lay beside each other for a short while, the girls stroking me, massaging me again and murmuring words of excitement, tenderness and love, to each other and to me.  
“Toni-girl,” I began after enjoying their ministrations for several minutes, “you have such a delightful, soft, young body that is firm in all the right places, round in all the right places, and wet in all the right places. It’s also completely tanned and you have no white marks around your delicious breasts or your beautiful, smooth soft cunt. How do you mange to do that?”
Toni wiped her palms and fingers on my thigh, leaving small brown marks.
“I have a flat,” she said. “A very small flat. Actually it’s more like a large bedsit. But it happens to be on the top floor and we have a flat roof. I have the key to the door onto it. No-one can overlook it so I go up there to sunbathe and lock the door behind me.”
“Nice,” I commented. “And a good place to have sex.”
“Only ever once,” Toni recalled. “My ex wasn’t that keen anyway, and when we got up there and undressed he kept looking at the door and saying ‘suppose somebody comes?’ even though I’d locked the door. It wasn’t successful. Didn’t enjoy it like I wanted to.”
“Like you should have done,”  Tanya corrected.  “You deserve better than that. Better than him by all accounts.”
“And now I have better than him, “ Toni told her, softly stroking Tanya’s cheek. “I have you, and I have Davey, and either one of you alone is worth a hundred of him.”
And Tanya kissed her and I rolled over to kiss her too and I felt the warm brownness in my pants move and squash delectably as I did.
 
And the hours passed by. Saturday evening became Saturday night, then became the small hours of Sunday morning. And we continued to enjoy our pleasures as we had done since Toni had arrived. We kissed, we cuddled, we stroked and caressed. We nibbled and tickled. We rubbed and wanked.  We wet each other again. We sucked and licked and slurped, we  fucked and we loved. We rested, and I made love to Toni. She built extremely slowly, as I intended, her body trembling as her feelings swelled inside her and when she finally came she screamed out loud in sheer rapture, her body jerking and quivering beneath mine. I’d promised her that we would make love, as opposed to fucking,  which we’d done so many times already. After she climaxed and soaked me with her cum, which was sheer bliss, she held onto me and wouldn’t let me go for some time. Eventually, she dozed a little, and Tanya and I did too.
Later we ate a little, and drank some more, and then we kissed and fucked and loved some more.  We took it in turns to give each other the ultimate pleasures, the deepest love, the most electrifying fucks. Our bodies were wet, sweaty, and dirty. And we each of us loved every single minute of it all.
Finally, resting, the three of us cuddled together and just gently caressing each other, our wet bodies pressed tight to each other, Tanya said,
“This time has been the most fantastic I could have imagined.  It’s way, way better than I had ever hoped for. And it’s all down to you, little Toni-girl.”
“No,” Toni firmly. “It isn’t. I’ve done nothing except what you’ve shown me, taught me. It’s been heavenly, but I haven’t made the weekend what it’s been. You and Davey have done that.”
“We haven’t taught you love,” Tanya said quietly. “The love you’ve shown us is your own. Natural. Spontaneous. From your heart.”
And Toni went a bit quiet and thoughtful and didn’t say anything for quite a while.
Tanya and I spent time gently loving each other with our lips and tongues. She stroked my forehead and gazed at me and said,
“Love you, so very, very much, lump.”
And I smiled, a smile full of warmth and tenderness and love, a smile that said, ‘I don’t have to tell you. You know I love you just as much.’
“Do you know there’s one thing we haven’t done,” Tanya mused thoughtfully. “The three of us. We’ve done everything you can think of, everything, pretty well, that the human body is capable of for showing love and giving pleasure. But there is one thing we haven’t done.”
I thought about it, running my mind back over the hours, the days, of what we’d done together in this room, this hedonistic room, this den of iniquity, this heaven. And I knew.
I nodded. “If you want.”
Tanya grinned. “I want.” She looked across at Toni.
“Toni-girl, there’s something we haven’t done that we’d like to do.”
“What? Sorry, miles away,” Toni said, flustered, and turned to us and smiled. “Sorry, missed that. What did you say?”   
“There’s something we’d like to do, all together, that we haven’t yet done. If you’re up for it?”
“Tanya!” Toni’s eyes were reproachful. “I’m up for anything, you know that.”
My girl smiled. “Sorry. Thought you would be but just checking.”
“Is Davey up for it?” Toni enquired.
“Game for anything,” I asserted.
“The question is,”  Tanya said devilishly, “Is he up to it?”
And they chuckled and I said ‘Ha, ha, ha’, and I grinned at them both and invited, ‘Try me!’
Toni said, “Glad we’ve got that sorted. What are we going to do?”
“A triple fuck,” Tanya said.
Toni looked puzzled. “You mean, we’re all going to fuck each other at the same time? How can we do that?”
And Tanya said, “Well, actually Davey, my sweet and lovely Davey, isn’t going to get fucked this time. But we are. At the same time. Suppose it’s really a double fuck, but triple sounds better.”
Toni peered at my cock, hidden in my pants and covered as it was with our combined brown stickiness.
“Hasn’t sprouted another one by any chance, has he?”
But she knew what we meant and reached for the strap-on.
I lay back on the bed. Tanya fastened the strap-on to herself once more.
I made myself as comfortable as I possibly could on the bed. I was going to have some weight on me, I knew that. Not too much, but I’d know it was there.
Tanya knelt astride me, but facing the foot of the bed. She played with my cock, stroked it and caressed it just enough to make me hard, then lowered herself on to me. She beckoned to Toni, and our little elfin sat, facing Tanya, her legs open wide and alongside our bodies. She slid forward until Tanya’s cock could slide into her. She wriggled and adjusted herself until she was just right, then lifted herself with Tanya’s help so that she was sitting, lotus position, on Tanya. Her legs wrapped around Tanya’s back and rested on me.
“That’s nice!” she cooed. “Never tried it in this position before.”
“Neither have we,” Tanya chuckled.
And she began to move her hips backwards and forwards, sliding and rubbing herself on my cock, buried deep inside her cunt from behind. And as she moved forward, so her own cock slid into Toni’s wet and smooth cunt. And Toni responded by thrusting her own hips forward, meeting Tanya with every stroke. It took only a few moments for us to achieve a regular movement between ourselves so that each of us felt the maximum pleasure.
Toni’s arms circled Tanya and she caressed her back, neck and hips as our slow, even movements infused our bodies with delight. And Tanya reciprocated, stroking and caressing Toni, sometimes on her back, sometimes cupping her face or stroking her cheeks.
And this went on for a long, long while. The weight of the two girls on me restricted my own movements slightly, but it was pleasurable for me, (there is never a time when I am inside my beloved Tanya that is not pleasurable), and Tanya could feel me as well as if we were fucking in the normal doggy style. And Toni, our little Toni-girl, must have been feeling Tanya inside her to the hilt. On those occasions when I could see her face beyond Tanya’s back, it was in a transport of delight, her eyes closed and her tilted slightly back as she caressed my girl and felt her deep within her.
Tanya and I have long since learnt to control our pleasure so that our climaxes build slowly, so that we can enjoy and savour every moment of the pleasure growing inside our bodies. We don’t always cum together, but that doesn’t matter, because we treasure the feelings inside us as our orgasms start, build and suffuse our bodies, culminating in that explosion that is the ultimate pleasure, the ecstasy that shows our love for each other.
So Toni began to build first as we rocked and stroked and fucked, evenly and slowly. Once again she started to breathe rapidly, little gasps of pure pleasure each time Tanya’s cock slid deep into her. As her pleasure grew she became more frenetic in her treatment of my girl, throwing her head forward, nibbling Tanya’s neck and ears, kissing her with abandon and then throwing her head back again as a particularly ecstatic stroke filled her cunt. I could hear the wet noises her pussy made as Tanya’s cock slid in and out, building her orgasm slowly, deep within her.
And Tanya too was wet, as she always is. Her love juices flowed down my cock as I thrust into her as hard as I could, given the weight on me and my restricted movements.   
 She pressed down on me, hard onto the remains of the soft brown stuff that still enveloped my cock. Toni’s cunt was also getting its fair share of brown stickiness from what was in her own pants. Tanya’s juice flowed from the base of my cock down over my balls and on towards my rosebud. The feeling of her warm juice on me was a pure delight.
And now Tanya’s own breath was becoming faster and more excited.  Her hips ground back and forth on me with more intensity. And then Toni orgasmed, gasping out words as her feelings passed the point of no return and she knew she was going to cum.
“Yes! Yes, my sweet Tanya! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, rrrrrooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrr!”
And within a few seconds, I felt a gush of warm fluid on me. Whether it was Toni’s cum, running down Tanya’s cock and then down past her cunt to end up on me, or whether it was a surge of lovejuice from Tanya herself in a sort of sympathetic climax, I didn’t know. But it was heavenly.
Toni held onto Tanya’s shoulders as Tanya now gave herself over completely to her own pleasure. Toni’s eyes, when I could see them, were shining as she looked straight into Tanya’s. I could feel my own stirrings too, and I thought Tanya and I might cum together, but she beat me to it, (we both prefer it that way if we’re not together)  and suddenly arched her back and pressed down onto my cock so hard I thought she would bruise me.
“Davey, Davey! Sweet love! Yes! Deep! Deep! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”
And I let my control go and came myself, my hot creamy cum gushing forth deep into Tanya’s cunt as I orgasmed.
Toni’s eyes were still shining as she slid her fingers between Tanya’s legs and collected some of my cum and Tanya’s, then sucked her fingers with great relish.
“Gorgeous!” she confirmed. “Who’d have guessed that Davey’s cum, your cum, your love juices, wet pants and dirty ones could taste so nice!”
Tanya grinned and kissed her. “Getting a taste for gourmet delights, are you?”
“Oooo, yes! I’ll say!” Toni gently slid herself backward, releasing Tanya’s cock from within her.
“Shame!” she said. “It’s so nice when your cunt is full to the brim with cock!”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Tanya said, also lifting herself free of my own cock, “except perhaps when Davey was in my cunt once and I had this one, --“ gesturing to the strap-on,  “—in my ass hole. Now that was filling!” She yawned. “ I must confess I wouldn’t mind a snooze, and afterwards I’ll rustle up some ---” she glanced at the clock, “---brunch.”
“Brunch is a meal that is too late for breakfast and too early for lunch,” I explained patiently. “A meal that is too late for lunch and too early for dinner is high tea.”
“Then high tea it will be,” agreed Tanya, “but we’re fresh out of scones and cream. So it may have to be steak and mushrooms and eggs and whatever else I can find.”
“Well, if it has to be, I suppose I can put up with it,” I grumbled. “Toni? A little rest and then eats?”
“If you’re going to twist my arm,” Toni agreed.
“Then I suggest we snuggle together and have forty winks first,” Tanya said, suiting the action to the words and adopting her favourite position for sleeping. And Toni snuggled me the other side, one arm draped across me to reach Tanya so she could caress her, and the other hand under my cheek, the back resting on the pillow.
“Love you, Tanya,” she murmured. She kissed me on the lips and murmured even more sleepily, “Love you too, sweet Davey.”
“Sleep well, little Toni-girl, “ I replied. “Have a nice snooze.”
And we went quiet, and the room went quiet except for the sound of gentle breathing, and I closed my eyes, and we slept.
 
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I woke and opened my eyes sleepily. Everything was quiet. I looked at the clock. I hadn’t been asleep long; about three hours. It was five in the afternoon. I looked at the window. Dull, grey light filtered through it and I thought I could hear the sound of water dripping somewhere. It’s raining, I thought, or at least drizzling. Pity. I wondered what had woken me. I glanced at Tanya, still asleep in her favourite position on me. Her breathing was regular and even and her breasts rose and fell slightly against my chest as she slept peacefully. And I realised that hers was the only breathing I could hear. I turned my head to look at Toni and even as I did I felt the coldness on my left side. Her side of the bed was empty. 

Gone to the bathroom, I thought. I closed my eyes, ready to sleep some more. No, she wouldn’t do that. If she needed to go there she would have woken us and it would have been a time for us to continue our exertions. Gone for a drink, then. I listened but I couldn’t hear the clink of a glass or the running of a tap. I listened hard, tuning out the dripping rain and heard….nothing. Not the tiniest sound of movement anywhere. Had Toni gone to sleep in the spare room for some reason? Still no sound, except that vaguely I heard the sound of a car outside and dismissed it, still listening for any sound that might have been Toni. It was quiet.
And suddenly my eyes were wide open and I was shaking Tanya and saying ‘let me up!’ and she was still asleep and I rested her head on the bed as I swung my legs to the floor and rushed to the bedroom door and out. I ran to the lounge. Empty. I looked into the kitchen as I raced to the bathroom. She wasn’t in either room. That left only the spare room and I turned towards it and time dropped into slow-motion and my arm and hand stretched out as I headed for the door and it was coming nearer so slowly and my fingers were ready to turn the handle but it was so far away and there was a tightening in my heart and my legs were so slow when I was in a rush and would I never get to the sodding door and with a sickening feeling I knew what I would see when I got there and now my fingers were grasping the handle and it was turning and I threw the door open with a crash.
The room was empty.
Too empty.
Toni’s few small bottles and possessions  that had been on the dressing table were gone. Her little bag that had lain on the bed all weekend had gone. I heard a door slam and rushed to the window. A taxi was just pulling away from the house, its lights and blinking indicator reflecting on the dark, glistening wet tarmac of the street and I knew with absolute certainty that Toni was in it and I watched it accelerate away and disappear.
There was a pain in my heart. An ache, an emptiness which felt as if my heart was going to implode. I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned. Tanya was standing in the doorway, her hand clutched to her throat, staring with wide eyes at the bed.
“Oh, no!” she whispered. “NO!” Her eyes lifted to meet mine and  I saw mirrored in them the same pain, the same ache, shock and emptiness that I felt in my own heart.  “NO!” she whispered again. We looked at each other across the room, not moving. Tanya’s gaze drifted round the room as if she was desperately searching for some sign that Toni was still in the house.
“How did you know?” she whispered, her eyes clouded with pain.
“I woke up. It must have been Toni closing our front door as she left. I couldn’t hear anything. Nothing at all. Except the car. The taxi.”  I gestured to the window.
Tanya sank onto the bed. “Why?” Her hands rose and fell as she strove to understand. “I thought she was happy. “Why did she go?”
And to this I had no answer. For her, or for myself.
“Call her!” I said urgently. “Quick, where are the mobile phones?”
“In my bag.” Tanya ran into the kitchen where her handbag lay on the counter. She grabbed it and opened it feverishly. Her hand went inside for her phone, and reappeared clutching sheets of paper that had been pushed just inside it. She looked at me, then unfolded them, glanced briefly at them and thrust them towards me.
I shook my head. “No,” I said softly. “You first.”
Numbly Tanya straightened the papers and started to read.  It took her a few minutes and I stood very still and watched her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she continued and she used a hand to wipe them away so she could read clearly.
And finally she read the last one and the tears rolled down her cheeks and she thrust them at me again and sank into a chair with her elbows on the table and her head buried in her hands, crying her eyes out.
I went to her and put one arm round her shoulder squeezing it gently but she didn’t respond, just cried and cried into her hands, cupped over her face.  I looked at the papers I was holding. Toni had folded them in half and on the outside of the top sheet was written, in small, neat handwriting:- Tanya and Davey. I unfolded them. The neat writing continued on each page and I started to read.
  
 
My dearest Tanya, my dearest Davey. Please forgive me for this. I know that you will be shocked to find me gone. I hope you will not feel too hurt because there is a reason. It is a selfish one, but for me, it is important.
You have given me something this weekend that no-one will ever be able to give me again. You have both shown me things, taught me things that till now I have only imagined. Dreamed of. But with you they became real. They were my life for these few hours. But  more than this, you have embraced me into your lives, you have welcomed me, excited me, made me laugh, made me forget the bad things in this world, the worries and cares that suffocate us in our everyday lives. I have never met anyone like you both. I have never met such giving people. Because most of all, you have given me love. Real, whole, unrestricted love. Your love. And this I will treasure for the rest of my life.
I love you both so very much I can’t explain it in words. It is like something has lodged in my heart, something wonderful and beautiful and I know it will be there always. And as Sunday grew nearer and nearer, I knew I was too weak to stay until the end. I am so sorry. I wanted to be here with you both but I dreaded the moment when it would end. I dreaded  it with all my heart and it hurt me so much to think of it, I decided to do this.
As I left you in bed you were curled together, sleeping peacefully, clasped in each others arms like the lovers you truly, truly are. Did you feel my kisses as I blew them to you? I hope you did.
 My sweet Tanya, my lovely new friend, my confidante, my mentor, my lover. How I have adored my time with you, sharing the pleasures and experiences we have enjoyed together. I wanted them to never end. But in my heart I knew they must. And I was afraid. Your caring, your loving, your understanding, your incredible sacrifice for me by letting  me  use your special, loving name for Davey was a precious gift that I could never, never hope to repay. I love you  my Tanya, I love you so much.
My wonderful, sexy, adorable Davey. How you have shown me pleasures and excitements and heights of ecstasy that I have never known before. And how you have loved me with your body, and your heart, filling my soul and my own heart with a contentment and a richness that will warm me and nurture me always. And yet, even as we loved together, your whole being was devoted to your Tanya, as she is devoted to you. And this was a wonderful thing for me to see, to experience, to share.  To receive your love, your thoughtfulness, your care  in the hours I have been with you has been the most exhilarating experience I could know. I love you, Davey, I love you so much.
And because I love you both so very, very much, and because I wanted these hours, these days, these pleasures, these warming, loving times to go on and on for ever, I knew that I could not, I could not, bear to say goodbye. I do not want to hurt you, never, never, never, but the thought of standing at your door, seeing your faces for the last time and leaving this home full of warmth and love and friendship and care, and also fun and laughter, is too much. I am weak, and I am selfish. I could not bear to leave you both that way. I am so glad, so happy, so overjoyed that I have had this time with you both. I feel so privileged that Tanya chose me for this weekend, to share  these pleasures, these ecstasies, these experiences that others cannot and will not ever know. And because she  chose me I have felt your love and warmth and it has grown and grown in my heart and my heart has  filled with my love for you.   And it is only because of you, my loving Tanya, and you, my loving Davey that these hours have been the wonderful times that they were. 
And so, I cannot, cannot, cannot, bear to say goodbye to you. There is already an emptiness in my heart because I will no longer be with you both. I am writing this as I wait for the taxi. It will be here soon and our time together will have ended. I cannot tell you how sad this makes me. I will miss you both, more than I can possibly, ever say.
Thank you for your love, sweet Tanya. Thank you for your love, sweet Davey. I will treasure it always. Take care of yourselves, always. I know you will take care of each other.  I love you, both of you, and I always will,  from the very, very bottom of my heart.
My loving kisses for you both.
Your little Toni-girl.
 
I folded the letter and placed it gently on the table.
 
 
“Call her,” I said. I handed her the mobile and she dialled mechanically.
“Straight to mailbox,” she said tonelessly. “She switched it off.” She looked at me with her tear-stained face and I gently lifted her from the chair and held her close, saying nothing, just caressing her and holding her and being with her.
We stood there, two people in the middle of the room, two people loving each other with all their hearts, but feeling sad and drained and yes, suddenly lonely.
And the house, silent all around us, seemed terribly, terribly empty.
 
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Tanya and I were taking one of our frequent evening strolls. We had just spent the afternoon in bed so we weren’t out looking for somewhere to have more sex, we were just enjoying a pleasant Autumn early evening.
Six weeks had passed since that weekend. Nothing had happened then to affect the relationship and feelings between Tanya and me. If anything it had strengthened them. We still enjoyed all the things together we had before, our company, our bodies, our foreplay and our sexual adventures together. Our orgasms were still as good, strong and exhausting as they had been. That weekend had been nice, but it had just been a delicious, short sexual adventure in our lives and we were both happy to have had it, but neither of us felt anything was lost from our own love for the lack of it. We were content together,  as we had been from day one. And my beloved girl still always seemed to know what I was thinking before I said it.
Tanya had tried to call Toni day after day, into the evenings, three, four times a day but without success. She used my phone too, and tried using withheld numbers, but nothing worked. We eventually decided that Toni had got herself another phone or number,  and no longer used this one.  We’d left messages; they were not returned. And after a while, we stopped.
Apart from an odd comment by one of us in the days immediately after that, neither of us had spoken much about the weekend, or Toni, since then. Not because it was embarrassing, or taboo. We didn’t need to speak about it. It was nice, it was short, it had ended sadly and we wished it hadn’t, but it was over, and we had each other to ourselves again with nothing lost from our love. 
I didn’t know if Tanya ever thought about Toni. She probably did.  I did from time to time, a sad nostalgia in my heart as I remembered her, and my thoughts idly drifted to her now, recalling her figure and body, her sweet taste and the light in her eyes when she was especially excited or happy, our time together and how she had made us laugh, and  I recalled her orgasms and how she had enjoyed herself with us. My thoughts idled away, not with regret, but with a pleasant feeling that she had brought extra pleasure to Tanya and I, and we in turn had given her pleasure she had either missed for so long or not known before. But I remembered it all with a certain sadness, too.
So it shouldn’t have been a shock, but it was, when Tanya suddenly said,  “You came to love her a lot, didn’t you?”
(How does she do that?)
“Yes,” I agreed thoughtfully. “I did love her a lot.”
“I loved her too,” Tanya said.  “I loved her in my way, and you did too.” She was silent for a while as we strolled along. Then she asked,
“Do you still miss her?”
“No,” I said promptly. “The memories, yes. Her no, because I have you. Even Toni could not replace you, or the way I feel about you, or what we have together. You know it and I know it. Yes, of course I remember what she did to me, and to you, and what we all shared. I remember it with great pleasure, but miss her? No, I don’t miss her.”
I wondered what all this was leading up to. Surely Tanya had no doubts about us? Did she perhaps think that I missed Toni so much that I wanted to be with her instead of my Tanya after all?
“Sweetheart, surely you can’t think that---“
“Would you like her to come again?”
“I would love her to cum again,” I assured her.
She hit me on the back. Gently.
“Lump! You know what I mean!”
I took her shoulders and turned her to face me. I regarded her seriously for a moment or two. 
“How can that be?” I told her softly and gently, brushing her lovely flowing hair from her face. “Listen, you know very well that I will do anything you like to give you pleasure, both in bed and out of it. My life revolves around making you happy. I love giving your body pleasure. Of course I loved what Toni did to me and to you too. I loved our weekend together. To love you, and her, and to know her love in return was…….” I fell silent, hunting for the words, but Tanya was nodding a little and she knew. “But she is gone. So I don’t miss it and I don’t need it when I have you. Do you understand, woman?” I finished, jokingly severe.
“Yes, sir. I understand master,” she replied submissively. And then she added softly, “I thought you would feel that way.  I hoped you would feel that way. But I wanted to hear it from you.”
“You had doubts!” I said in alarm.
“No, no, no, I didn’t,” she answered earnestly. “None whatsoever Davey baby. I thought I had judged right, but I wanted to hear it.”
“You always judge me right,” I sighed. “You’re very good at it.”
Tanya nodded.  “Lump. You’re a book.”
“Hmmph! Don’t know if I like that.”
“A sex book. A fantastically exciting and erotic one. Positively debauched.”
“That’s alright then.”
We strolled on.
“Do you miss her?” I asked.
Tanya said slowly,  “No, sweet Davey. I don’t miss her. But I remember how it was, and I remember my feelings towards her while she was with us. Nice, warm, loving  feelings. I still have those feelings in my heart towards her. And so do you, lump, and I know it!” She paused and considered. “So I suppose, if I miss anything at all, it’s being able to give those feelings to her. To show her how I feel.” She paused again then looked at me earnestly. “Do you understand me, Davey baby?”
Since Tanya’s whole being is always focussed on giving to me and loving me, I understood perfectly.
“Yes,” I answered. “I do. Because that’s how I feel if for some reason I can’t show you how I feel. And I had a lot of pleasure when I saw in her eyes that she appreciated our giving, she loved us for it.”
“That’s not the only pleasure you had from her,” Tanya said darkly, nudging me in the ribs.
“Nor you!” I returned with a grin. “But I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about pleasure inside, in the soul, in the heart. I’m talking about missing loving her and showing it, giving it.  And so are you,” I added, “and I know that.”
Tanya nodded. We strolled on a little more, enjoying the evening air, the sounds around us and the fragrance of early Autumn as golden leaves scrunched underfoot, and we enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being together. She squeezed my hand.
“So it doesn’t matter to you if she was to visit us again, or not?”
Again I wondered where this was going. I know my Tanya and I felt instinctively that there was a real purpose behind all this but I couldn’t for the life of me work out what it was. We had not heard from Toni or seen her since the day she left our home but Tanya’s words still seemed to hint to me that she harboured doubts in some way.  I grabbed her shoulders again and faced her, looking at her lovely eyes and mouth which I just had to kiss, very gently and tenderly.
“Now listen to me,” I began. “You are the most important thing in the world to me. Yes, I know that sounds trite or corny but that doesn’t make it any less true. You and I have something that is so special, so rare, so completely whole,  that I doubt if another man or woman in ten million could say the same. Have we ever argued? Have we fought? Has there even been so much as a cross word between us? No. We understand and know each other as well as we know ourselves. The way we are together, our shared thoughts, the way we complement each other’s lives and fulfil them, is something that most people will never know, and die without ever having sampled such togetherness for a minute, never mind living daily. You have my heart, absolutely, completely, fully, without any restrictions, doubts or hesitation. We are like sun and rain, you and I. Our two lives are one, and all sun is no good without rain and all rain is useless without sun, and that is what makes our two lives one whole one, and it blooms and flowers and grows and is spectacular because of that.”
Tanya had taken a step back from me so that my arms were at full length to hold her shoulders. She stared at me.   
“And as long,” I went on, “as there is rain to complement the sun, and sun to complement the rain, then life will continue to thrive and grow. It doesn’t need more than that. So whether or not you add something else to it temporarily doesn’t matter. It won’t affect the long-term result. That whole life will thrive and grow. So it doesn’t matter whether Toni or any other girl is a fleeting part of our whole life.  It is there anyway, thriving, growing, blossoming and giving each of us separately astounding pleasure, contentment, and happiness. And because we are human beings, love is added to that sun and that rain. It is the earth that the sun warms and the rain refreshes and all together it makes a wonderful, natural, incredibly special thing that you and I are blessed with. I have you. You have me, and together we are whole and we are more than the sum of our parts. I know this. I have understood this since I first met you, and that is why my love for you is so strong, so all-encompassing, so indestructible. If I am the rain, you are my sun. I need you to make my life whole, and you do. I do not need anything else to make it whole. Anything else added to it is a bonus, but not necessary. I love you with all my heart and nothing and no-one could ever affect that, or take it away. So the answer to your question is, it doesn’t matter to me if Toni comes to us again or not. Or  anyone else, for that matter. It’s nice, it’s as if there was an extra long, bright sunny day to my rain, but I don’t need it because I have my sun in my life already, every single day and every single night,  and it’s you.”
I looked at Tanya. Her chest was heaving, her shoulders rose and fell. She stared at me and made a noise.
“Uh –uh—uh,” and then she was flying at me, her hands curled into fists and she was pounding them at my chest so hard I had to take a step back.  I thought for a moment that she was furiously angry and then I realised she was sobbing her heart out.
“What is it?” I asked, dumbfounded. “What did I do? What did I say?”
She sobbed and sobbed and now she was resting her fists against my chest, her head lowered and her shoulders shook and heaved. She tried to speak but struggled for breath  between the sobs.
“Y-y–y you said,  - you bastard!”
(I’m sure I didn’t say that?)
“Y-y you said the n- n- nicest words –uh – I h- h- have ever heard in my h- h- h- whole life,   from any w- w- one ever!”
My arms went round her and I cuddled and hugged her.
“Sshh! Sshh! Don’t cry,” I murmured into her hair. “Sshh. If they were nice words, why are you crying?”
And then the words came tumbling out, punctuated by her sobs.
“Y- y- you bastard. I c- c- couldn’t believe w- w- what I was hearing and it made me so h- h- happy to hear them and I w-w- wanted to laugh and jump and t- t- t- tell you and it m- m- made me want to love you even m-m-more than I do and---“ she began to slap me across my shoulderblades every few words,  “it gave me a pain in my heart because I  c- c- can’t love you any more than I do and that made me s- s- sad and if ever there was any w- w- one that I wanted to hear words like that from it’s you and you said them and I was sad because I can’t love you more than I do and I want to and I wanted to tell you and my heart felt as if it was going to burst because I love you so much I was angry because I can’t love you more and because I was sad and I should’ve been happy and that made me more angry and that made me sad that I was angry and I’m crying and I love you so much you lump and you’re a bastard!”
“Yeeesss. Well, that’s all perfectly clear now,” I sighed. Her fists were again resting against my chest and I hugged her tightly, partly out of sheer love and partly to stop her slaps which were actually beginning to hurt.
She continued to sob as I stroked her hair and her cheek.
“I love you, Davey,” she whispered after a while. “I do love you so very, very much it makes my heart ache.”
I really didn’t know how to respond to this. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? I made do with cupping her small face in my hands, gazing into her eyes and murmuring,
“My heart is also full of love Tanya. For you. My special, special girl. It will always be full of love for you, no matter what.”
And then I just held her, waiting until the sobs had passed and she was quiet. I pulled my hanky from my pocket and gently wiped away the tears and the streaks on her face.
“Shall we go home?"   
She nodded, sniffed and took my hanky to dry her face again and blow her nose. We turned and started to retrace our steps homewards.
“And after all that,” she said, the last few, dry,  sobs escaping her, “I didn’t even a –a - ask you the thing that was most im – p -- portant.”
My arm was round her shoulder and I squeezed it gently.
“What did you want to ask me, my sweet little Tanya?”
She sniffed a couple of times and used the hanky again.
“I’ve found her. I spoke to her. I w-w-wanted to ask you if you would like it if  T-T-Toni came to live with us.”
 
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To those cynics and scoffers who have read this story who do not believe that the
characters could be real, who do not believe that a love such as described here can
exist, to those who do not believe that there are people in the world for whom the
driving force, their ‘raison d’etre’,  is to ensure the pleasure and happiness of
their lover, or who have never experienced the feelings of a reciprocal love
so overwhelming, so complete, so ecstatic, so absolute that it almost hurts,
I have these words for you:-
 
If you have never seen the fiery light of a shooting star
blazing its way across the heavens, if you have never
witnessed first hand the colours of the
Aurora Borealis playing in the night sky,
that doesn’t alter the fact that
they exist.
They do.
 
You are unlucky. You are the ten million.
 
 
To those prudes who have read this story, in whole or in part,
who are shocked and horrified and revolted by the characters
and the way they have behaved, the things they have said
and the things they have done, to themselves and to others,
I have these words for you:-
 
Until you first taste an apple, you won’t know if you like it.
 
The situations and events described in this story will be
unacceptable to most people.  But that doesn’t alter the fact that
they exist.
There are people
for whom such activities, shared with another, or with others,
heighten their pleasure, strengthen the bond of their love,
enhance their experiences, enrich their lives.
They are not decadent people.
They are not depraved people.
They are not sick people.
 
They are just not you.
 
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“I have lived completely.
 
I have loved absolutely.
 
And in this world, that is without peer.”
 
Christopher Barton
Northumberland
2003