THREE'S COMPANY by © Hamilton Joyce M+F MM FF MF+ M+F+ tv wife Rita's husband, George, was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud so she was surprised when he brought home a blue video from work. One of his mates had lent it him. Six years married, and experienced with several men and girls before she met him, she was not impressed by his performance in bed. In fact for at least three years she had mostly been faking it. So when after dinner he put it on and sat down beside her on the sofa she wasn't very excited....to say the least. It was mostly a threesome, with the girl being shagged while cock-sucking, and later being double-plugged. It didn't do anything for Rita but turned George on. He sucked her while the film was still running. She faked an orgasm to get it over with, and then he fucked her. She couldn't even be bothered to pretend this time. 'What did you think of the film, honey?' 'Didn't do anything for me, George. After all it's only a film. Now if it were the real thing that'd be different.' 'You mean that? You'd really like a threesome? You'd really like another man as well as me?' 'He'd need to be young, handsome, clean and strong. But , yes, I would George...even better you and two others.' 'You know, Rita darling, I'd like that too. Let me show you a magazine I've found. It's called Rendezvous.' They leafed through the various sections, skipping single females, and lesbians. They read 'couples' carefully to find out what sort of words to use in their own ad. No other couples were looking for two men, but plenty were after one. Then the 'single males'. But they decided, even though it would take longer, it was probably better to advertise than to answer ads. They composed the ad, in Rita's name, and asked for one young man for threesome fun : they could always arrange for two to turn up! Rita was fascinated by the transexuals and TVs at the back of the book, and made a mental note to follow that up some day : some of them were really lovely! ............................................... It would be about six weeks later the copy magazine with their ad in arrived. The color photo of Rita had printed well, and did justice to her good figure. 'That should bring a few in. God, your gorgeous, Rita.' Her lingerie was crisp and satin-y. Her tits stood firm and upright. Her belly trim and flat. Pert bottom and long, slim legs completed the picture. A very desirable woman....and long blonde hair as well. The ad was correctly printed and read : ' Couple 29, he slightly bi, seek tall, slim, muscular man 18 to 25 for threesome, or moresome. See photo. Your photo and phone ensures reply. Sussex Coast.' About a week later the replies started coming in. They decided to hold them unopened for a week, and then do several together. In the event, the sexy photo brought in over fifty. So they sat down to sort them. They agreed to look at the photos first and reject any that either of them didn't find attractive. Then any too far away. Then to read the remaining thirty or so. They finished up with ten 'probables'. and had great fun whittling this down to two. There were four 'reserves'. Rita and George replied politely, about half each, to the rejects. Saturday evening two weeks later excitedly waiting for two visitors. The first to arrive was Jules, and he was met by Rita looking lovely in a calf-length red satin jacket and nothing else, bar a splash of perfume. She noted his strong grip when they shook hands, the deep chest and broad shoulders. He was dressed in a crisp, white shirt and well-cut suit, polished shoes. He had a confident smile. She introduced him to George who found himself wondering if he would look as good stripped. Almost immediately another ring, Josh this time. Josh was as big built as Jules.....they had decided they both wanted big guys. He was dressed in peasant-type shirt and jeans, clean but distinctly 'hippy'. Rita had insisted they 'get down to it quickly', explaining to George how important it was not to allow any embarrassment. So they went straight into the front room where George had put a couple of mattresses. Rita pulled the jacket over her head, not undoing any buttons, and revealing her stunning figure to the strangers. She went up to the lad and pressed her body against him, kissing his lips and rubbing herself up against him. Jules pressed his body against her from behind, and she could feel his cock stirring in the crease of her naked bottom. Meanwhile George stipped naked. Rita pulled the younger boy down to the mattress and the older partner followed. Slowly, luxuriating, enjoying every slow gesture, she opened the rough cotton shirt, pulling it from the trousers and over his head. Her hands wandered over the tanned, hairless chest, feeling firm muscles. He was fondling her breasts with both hands, wondering at his luck at falling on such a beautiful, available woman, with a complaisant husband. He savoured her firm roundness under his palm, pressing them, and releasing them to feel their elasticity. Fully dressed still, Jules was kneeling beside her, fondling bottom cheeks and bare thighs. Rita felt incredibly turned on by these four strong hands on her bum and tits. Her cunt was awake now! George knelt beside Jules and unbuttoned the striped blue shirt (he had left the tie and jacket behind in the other room). When it was open to the waist George put his arm round the young man and felt the chest with its covering of thin, dark fluff, and reaching round undid his belt, unzipped the flies. Still, his arms round the young man, but lower down now, he felt inside the y-fronts and found him erect. Fondling the cock, George leant onto his back and kissed the soft smooth skin. All this while the two visitors were fondling Rita. George pulled the trousers down, socks, shoes, trousers, and pants pulled off together, and the couple both admired a strong young body, there for their pleasure. Rita by now had the hippy's shirt off and her hands inside his trousers, feeling the straight, strong cock. She completed stripping him, and, her hands round his bottom, took his cock in her mouth, her first cock ever other than George's! Her fingers poked into the flesh of his muscles, marvelling at the strength of his legs and arse, the firmness of his flesh compared with her husband's flabbier body. Jules lay between her legs and while she sucked Josh he sucked at her. He first prised open her lips with his tongue spreading the juices within over the lips and up and down her slit. It flickered and fluttered over her clit before penetrating her cunt, licking the rim of her vagina and forcing in as far as it could reach. Rita's hips were grinding as if shagging, rubbing her cunt against the rough chin. Still two hands stimulated her nipples and breasts, and two fondled her bottom and thighs. George, not to be left out, put his head on Jules' crotch, and fondled his small, hard bottom, enjoying the masculine flesh, remembered from so long before. He looked at the hard prick, inches from his lips, swollen with desire for his wife. Soon this prick would penetrate where, he truly believed, no prick but his had penetrated before. Its shaft was about the same length as his own, he decided, but it was certainly broader, and the knob was much, much bigger. Like a great red plum....would stretch his wife when forced in! He suddenly wanted to feel it so he took it in his hand. More! He wanted more! His own prick was ever harder as he took the knob, with difficulty, in his mouth and started to fellate the young man. Rita watched fascinated as her husband sucked the huge cock and it was adding to her excitement, but she didn't want him to have the first load of cum in his mouth. She wanted it...in her aching cunt! 'Fuck me, now, Jules while I suck Josh.' She lay on her side and the obliging boy stuck his cock between her lips. , shagging away, pubic hairs meeting her nose and chin with each thrust. Jules lay behind her , glorying in his luck, at the round femininity of her buttocks presented to him, the tiny waist, the soft skin of her bottom and back. Not like some of the slappers the magazine had got for him over the years! Though some of those matrons had some pretty exciting sexual practices. Still, a straight fuck with a lovely young housewife. That was the business! He reached over and grasped one tit as he pulled her back strongly onto his cock. He shagged her in tidy rhythm with Josh in her mouth, smiling his pleasure to Josh. George wanted to add to his wife's (and his own) delight by sucking at her clit while her mouth and cunt were shagged. It was fantasising about this that had finally convinced her they should try a threesome. How much sweeter, then, a foursome! He lay half over her and managed to get his tongue onto her clit , a bare inch away from the thrusting cock. He licked, sucked, pulled at it with his lips, gently nibbled it. Rita was moving ever more violently now, her hips heaving up and crashing down, rotating, and for the first time in years she came. Swearing, begging, cursing, panting, squealing, a long, ecstatic orgasm. The cock still moved in and out, measured thrusts. His wife temporarily satisfied, George pushed his face deeper between her thighs till his tongue was now on the shaft of the cock as it shagged her. Rita lay back, happy. Her clit was sensitive for a moment, and she was glad George had moved on to the gay bit of his experience. The two studs fucked on. Their rhythmic movements continued softer, slower now. George was fascinated by the shaft moving in and out, glistening with his wife's juices. The balls were out of reach of his mouth while he tongued the shaft, but he managed to get his hand under and felt the weight, the tight skin. He caressed the thigh, and then the arse crease of his wife's toyboy. 'Let's double plug her. Rita , sit on my cock for a bit. Jules, you should have a go at this end. She sucks well!' So Rita sat on Josh's cock and he reached up to fondle the tits, then pulled her down so her tits were in his face, against his lips, and he could kiss and bite them. Rita was awake again, her hips moving, grinding her mound against his belly. Jules knelt over his face and stuck his slick cock into her mouth. George had never had his wife in the arse and had never expected to. This was too good to miss. As she was moving on the prick, responding to the upward thrusts of his hips and thighs, her arsehole was exposed, hidden, exposed again. George knelt behind her and spread her arsecheeks, thumbs indenting her firm flesh. The pretty red rose of her anus twinkled at him, beckoning him. He moistened his cock, and then the rim of her anus with saliva, and forced an entry. Rita screamed a protest. 'Don't stop, man!' said Josh. 'Give it to her short, fast, hard. and the pain'll go away!' George took the advice , thrusting fiercely several times. His wife's arse seemed to loosen round his cock, though still tighter than her cunt, he thought. It was running in and out easily now. Sure enough, she was now moaning with passion. She writhed, penetrated in mouth, cunt, and rectum. Every orifice of her body was filled with urgent, hard maleness. She thought for one last, lucid second, 'Why have I waited so long for this?' and started to come for a second time. Her squeals were muffled by the cock filling her lips, but both Josh and her husband felt her orgasm in the constriction of cunt and arse, nipping and gripping their rampant cocks. As she came, Josh poured out his hot spunk. and George, feeling the stranger's cock moving easier in her vagina, but his own cock gripped by her anus in the spasms of her delight, came hot, and long. Four, five, six, seven aching spurts. It was not over yet. Jules pulled his cock from her mouth, reluctant to release it, turned her panting body over so she lay on her back, and lying full on top of her fucked her yet again. His arms round her back, he lay on her with his full weight, and she felt his hips forcing her down into the mattress with each push. The thrusts were merging with the last squeezes of her orgasm, and she was meeting his thrusts with her own, her arms round his back, fingers clawing at him, scratching and grasping. She pulled him into her, legs now up around his waist, opening her slit to the maximum. He switched to short, sharp prods with his cock, increasing the tempo. This took Rita even higher, and over the top. She came. One orgasm merging into the next. Her husband glued his lips to hers, stifling her cries, as her lover shagged her to greater and still greater fulfilment. But Jules didn't want to come yet, and as the panting woman's spasms subsided momentarily he reverted to long, slow shafting again. Never had Rita been shagged like this. Never such control and energy. George was not capable of holding back either when she came, or more recently when she faked it to get rid of him. She was weeping with the emotion of it, as she yet again soared towards orgasm. Jules rode an inch higher up her body, now resting on his elbows. He fondled her lovely tits as he deliberately rode his pelvic bone into her clitoris. Faster now, rubbing on her clit and pressing the round, warm, sweaty flesh of her tits, he brought her to another climax, and this time allowed himself to come as she climaxed. The hot spunk spurting into her just as she was about to come increased her pleasure unbearably, and George watched the grimacing mask of passion, so close to pain, on her face as she screamed out her lust. Now he understood what he'd been missing all those years. They rested , and George fetched some cool white wine to rejuvenate them all. He questioned the visitors. Were they true bi-sexuals? Jules admitted he could lust after a man, but given the choice would have a beautiful woman rather than a pretty boy. Josh said he would probably chose the same way, but not necessarily. He reached out and caressed George's thighs. 'You're very handsome. I bet you've had a lot of boys? You seemed to making a good meal of a hard cock just now.' George stretched his legs luxuriously, accepting the caress, which immediately moved to his cock. He reciprocated, cradling his new friend's cock in his palm as he spoke. 'I'm completely inexperienced. That was the first cock I've ever touched. I wouldn't even play that game with other boys when I was at school. Even though I wanted to.' 'Never. I don't believe you.' 'Well. Just once. With an older boy. And only once. It frightened me!' Josh wanked him gently, hoping to get some more urgent life into the cock. 'That's because you were afraid you might enjoy it too much. A lot of gays and bis don't play when boys. But those who grow up hetero are all over other boy's cocks and bottoms. Sad isn't it. All those lovely bodies. Missed. Gone.' He laughed. This talk was making Josh harden in George's hand and he looked at the knob longingly. He licked his lips. 'I certainly am attracted! So I guess that does make me bi.' And he leant over and kissed the naked thigh before taking the knob in his mouth, the second cock in his life. As he sucked it hardened further and his did too. Rita sat up and took notice. Satisfied...at least for the moment...she felt like something a bit different. She would enjoy watching some gay sex. 'Jules. Shag him in the arse while he sucks Josh. I've always wanted to watch well- set-up men having sex together.' She thought about the two magazines she had hidden at the bottom of her knicker drawer. George took his mouth away from the thrusting cock. 'I'm not sure. He's got a big knob. And it'd hurt.' 'Only hurt me for a second when you stuck your thing up my bottom hole,' said Rita. 'Try it! I thought it was fantastic and can't stop thinking what I've been missing all these years. Look I'll grease it for you.' And she stuck her finger in a pot of cold cream and rubbed it into his crease, and especially round the rim. She slipped her finger into him....her first time...and slipped it in and out, in and out. Then a second finger. Then opened her fingers, stretching, while still slipping in and out. He was still hard! George knelt, Josh's cock still filling his mouth, live and springy, and felt Jules finger his bottom, tickling it. He relaxed, and as his wife removed her fingers he felt Jules slip his index finger in, passing through the anus, moving round and round in a gentle motion, loosening, softening his tense, hard arse. Then the finger withdrawn, and the knob placed against his hole. A pleasant pressure on the ring. Stretch. Stretch. And in. A pang of anguish. Flinch. Then the strong, smooth, sharp thrusts and the pain replaced by fullness, warmth. He felt the strong thighs. The size of the prick in him. A cock in his mouth. Hands (Rita's and Jules') caressing his balls, cock, bottom cheeks. Hands tweaking his nipples (Josh's). He was filled with cock, mouth and arse, and six hands caressed his body ,seeking out and finding pleasure points. His cock was hard, very hard, and his body was flooded with new, delightful sensations. His excitement was total; now he knew; all his life he had secretly wanted this prick in his innards; but he hadn't dared admit it to himself! The two men and his own wife worked selflessly to give him pleasure and suddenly he realised he wouldn't be able to hold out so great was his excitement. He came, into the palm of his wife. She knelt and looking at Josh licked the thick spunk from her fingers. This obscene gesture tipped one over the top and he squirted his hot come into the waiting, gobbling mouth. As George gulped and swallowed the spunk, greedily savouring each successive spurt, Jules came in his arse, completing his initiation into gay sex. All three collapsed onto satin sheets, Rita giggling, but fingers working at her cunt: not very seriously though. That night all four slept in the big double bed upstairs, all crushed together in each others' arms. during the night straying hands felt tits, cunt, bottoms, nipples, cocks. In the darkness Rita was penetrated three times, by whose cock or cocks she didn't know or much care. George was only fucked once. But he felt a mouth...mouths....on his cock several times, and he himself sucked his wife, and a cock...whose he knew not. John and Jules' hard bodies were caressed in the pitch darkness, hands fondling their pecs and bottom muscles, weighing balls and pricks. Jules was shagged again in the arse...but whether by Josh or George he couldn't guess. He had Rita again. With all this nocturnal activity it was late when they awoke, and both the visitors had to leave before any more than the most rudimentary fucks for Rita. As you will imagine, future dates were arranged before they went. That evening Rita phoned a couple of the 'reserves'. A day or two later Rita was leafing idly through George's copy of 'Rendezvous' , and looking at the photos in the men section. She kept returning to a pic off a very muscular negro flexing in the standard body- builder, cheesecake pose. Discretely, he'd cut the face and head out...but, god! What a bod! She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by such a huge, strong man. Was his cock in proportion to the rest of his massive frame? By the look of the bulge in his gold satin posing-pouch it might be! As she looked her hand crept to her clit, without thinking, and excited it. She stretched and eased her panties apart, and brought herself off. Since the night with Josh and Jules she had been more randy and had found orgasm quicker and easier. But much, much, much bigger! She looked again at the photo. 'Why not?' she thought and wrote to him enclosing a photo of herself in profile, naked tits standing firmly, and flat belly discretely in her newest, light green panties. She sealed the letter and browsed on. Gay Women; not really her bag. And yet...this girl has a pleasant look. Short, very slight, slim hips and legs, hard bottom, flat chest, cropped hair. Almost 'boyish'. She might be nice as a friend...or even in bed. Randy again, she decided to write especially as the girl probably lived locally. Last section. Gay Males. Doubtful. But, hold on! There are some really fantastic transexuals. Bet George would go ape over that one there! Looking for a girlfriend! Can trannies get it up? Write and ask! So she wrote the third letter, again with a sexy photo. So there would be no second thoughts she went straight to the box and posted all three. The first who could fix up a date was Mitzi. It panned out that not only was the lez girl local she actually lived in the next street. Wednesday was her day off and she could come round in the morning for 'coffee'. Wednesday morning, after George had gone to work Rita took a long, hot bath, with perfumed oils. Then simple but good panties and bra. The same half-cut bra that did so much for her cleavage that she'd used for the photos in her letter. A little, mini- skirted cotton dress, and sit down and wait for eleven. She felt more nervous than ever before...even waiting for her first lovers J and J. She needn't have worried. Mitzi was a nice, bubbly, eager, happy little girl. They chatted and laughed, and after only half an hour, Rita felt like she'd known her for weeks. Then Mitzi moved the conversation on. 'That's the first time I've ever used a lonely hearts. But it's so difficult to meet women friends round here. Everyone's out all day. And they're all straight....or think they are.' She laughed. 'That's me all right. That's only the first copy of Rendezvous I've ever seen. And I've always thought I'm straight. Or at least straightish!' Now Rita laughed. 'But I thought you looked nice....and you are local...' 'Well, thank you Maam! I thought your photo was absolutely devastating. I've been in a tizzy for days since it arrived. Do you want it back? I'd love to keep it if I can.....' 'Of course you can keep it, Mitzi...' The little girl hugged her, face only coming up to Rita's breasts. Rita put her arm round the girl and held on. This felt really nice, the warm little body pressed up against her belly, and the face pressing her tits. She allowed her hands to slip down to the girl's bottom, and felt the hard, round cheeks under her spread palms, which she let move in a circle round the tiny buttocks. Mitzi was fondling the much ampler, more feminine arse and leaning up kissed her on the lips. They stood for minutes, fondling each other chastely through layers of clothes, locked in embrace, tongues touching. 'Let's be comfortable,' said Mitzi, and slipped her dress down to her feet, kicking off her shoes. She was naked except for tiny bikini panties. Rita eagerly did likewise and stood revealed in half-cup bra and lacy panties. 'My bedroom's through there.' She led the way. They lay together on the bed that had known only her and George until the recent orgy. Unless George had been naughty no other woman had lain on it till now. They lay side by side, feeling each other and learning the contours of the strange bodies. Mitzi, very experienced in female love, was nonetheless stimulated by the hyper-feminine body she was caressing. She knew from the photo that Rita's breasts would be magnificent but she had not been prepared for the roundness, sharpness, almost conical. She caressed the breasts through the flimsy bra and then infiltrated two fingers to feel down into a cup, tightly filled with plump flesh. She playfully tweaked a nipple, as hard as a little nut. 'God. You've lovely tits. Let me take your bra off; I want to suck them.' Without the restraint of a bra the tits were just as good. Clearly Rita only wore one because it looked nice. As she lay on her side the firm flesh stood out without the hint of a sag. They were large, with large aureoles, and now they were stimulated long, hard nipples. Mitzi felt the elasticity and the soft skin under her palms, and then gently licked the white skin, before taking a nipple between her lips and gently nibbling it. 'They're lovely. They're making me everso wet!' Rita was caressing Mitzi's chest, which was more like a boy's. She had hard, little, rose-red nipples, but the breasts were the merest mounds compared with hers. 'I like you like this, Mitzi. I've never played with a naked woman before, and I love your smooth chest with its hard muscles.' Her hands wandered down to the naked bottom, feeling the strength in that tiny, hard, flat butt. 'And your bottom is as lean and strong as a teenage boy's. You must work out a lot! I've not felt a bottom like this since I was sixteen. God! It makes me randy!' Mitzi stroked the opulent female bottom through her panties. 'Let's take them off!' Mitzi pulled hers down before stripping Rita. She immediately buried her face between the novice's thighs, parted the cunt lips using both hands, and placed her mouth full over the cunt, her mouth licking at the clit. 'Lovely! I love having my cunt sucked. Turn round, Mitzi, and I'll do you too.' Mitzi crouched over her and she pressed her mouth on Mitzi's cunt, which intrigued her, being shaven completely bare of hair. She licked at the juicy slit, wondering at herself. She had worried a bit about this but in fact she found she loved it, and was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel her own juices flowing, scarcely less than the little lesbian in her arms. With more practised skill Mitzi was sucking, her tongue fluttering like a moth over the erect , sensitive clit. Her hands were fast round Rita's back, fondling her arse, while penetrating her cunt with a probing finger. She could feel Rita close to orgasm and inserted a finger into the anus, the other still shagging her open cunt. Rita came in her arms, moaning gently, and clenching her arse to trap the sodomitic finger. With this, the little girl came too, clamping Rita's face between her lean, strong thighs and shagging at her mouth, dragging her hard clit across the tongue and lips. 'That was nice. You're not just a lovely woman, you're a good shag too!' Mitzi giggled and cuddled up to the other woman's riper bosoms. 'I liked that. I could do it again!' said Rita, still holding the lean bottom cheeks of her lover. 'Let's try something else,' said Mitzi...'I'll go and get it. It's in my bag.' It was a double dildo. Mitzi stuck one end up her own cunt, and smuggled up to Rita so the other prong was against her cunt. She placed it carefully in and they hugged, pressing breasts to chest, belly to belly, and shagging each other, side by side. Mitzi now rolled over on top of the bigger woman, and fucked her like a man, driving her thighs hard against the cunt. Rita opened her legs wider and wider, and she crossed them over her lover's back, clenching them together at the ankles, and pulling herself onto the urgent body lying on her. She panted and moaned as the lesbian whispered obscenities in her ear. 'You're a lovely shag. God what an arse you've got. I love your tits. Let me get at your tits...I want to suck them. Jesus you fuck well. I can feel you thrusting up to meet me. Be careful or I'll come. Shag me. Harder. Rita. Oh Rita. Lovely cunt. Lovely clit. Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!' Rita felt the girl fuck harder and faster as she came, the dildo crashing into her sopping cunt. And Rita came too, scarcely less noisily than her lover. Later they finally had the coffee that was the excuse for the rendezvous, and agreed Rita would go round to Mitzi's next Wednesday. Mitzi asked whether Rita would like to meet one or two friends who shared her tastes. 'Sounds like an orgy to me.....I'd like that.' Next morning at breakfast Rita and George were discussing the week to come. For the first time in years they had a busy social life! Rita suggested a dinner party Saturday fortnight. 'I'd like to invite your niece Jessica,' she said. 'She's just started at the university this year, and we should get to know her better.' 'Didn't know you were into little girls, ' laughed George. 'Expect you'll want to seduce her.' 'You'd be surprised what I'm into nowadays, George. But yes. Some woman's going to have her sometime. She's a little darling.' 'And why not you I suppose. Well, if you're going to have a lesbian frolic, there's a vey pretty office boy just joined the firm. He's called Laurence, and I could quite fancy him! Let's invite him too, to balance things up.' 'Ok. But after we've had them, let's see if we can swap. I like the sound of your pretty boy, and you'll just drool over Jessica.' The post fell on the mat in the hall. George collected it and brought it in. 'Two bills, and one letter each. Funny. They come from the same person....pink envelope, same handwriting. Same postmark. ' They opened the letters. 'Look at this, ' said George, and threw a photo onto the breakfast table. 'I've got the same,' said Rita laughing. It was of a very beautiful, slim blonde. She had shoulder length, blonde hair, crimped stylishly, wonderful, remarkable tits, and an erect cock! She says, it's not often I get letters the same day from two halves of a couple, writing unbeknowns to each other. I just couldn't resist replying. 'My letter's the same,' said George, and it's got a copy of your letter attached. What's all that about longing to have those firm breasts pressed against yours?' 'And what's all this about wanting to shag her cute little butt....Yes, your letter's here too!' Rita was laughing. 'You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?' 'And you! Give him a ring this afternoon and set something up. I really would like to shag that lovely arse, and it would be even better if that cock were up you at the same time. Lovely undies!' But before anything else transpired Rita was able to set up a rendezvous with the black body-builder, Cyril. And so we find them necking on the settee. He had his paws inside her loose negligee and was handling her breasts. 'You are all woman, Rita. I've had a lot of women, But these are something else.' She squeaked as he squeezed her tits. 'Take my robe off, Cyril...........Now strip down, and let me see you do your body-builder poses.' Rita deliberately kept her hands away from her cunt and clit, postponing her pleasure, but enjoying the growing, tingling moistness. Cyril slowly stripped and she watched his magnificent body as he flexed his immense biceps, clenched and unclenched his flet, muscular bottom. His legs were like tree trunks, massive and knotted with muscles, while his waist seemed small and his belly hard and flat. But it was his chest, like a great black barrel, smooth and hairless, lines of huge muscles across it, that really excited her. As he changed his pose, bringing now this now that muscle into play, she was getting randier. His prick had been nine inches in half-erection. What was it now it stood fully hard? 'You're very handsome, Cyril. Come here and play!' He sat on the settee and she knelt in front of him, feeling the strength in his legs. The great, tall cock rested on her face, from chin to the roots of her blonde hair as she licked the shaft with the tip of her pointed tongue. Then , grasping massive hips she took the great purple knob in her mouth. It stretched her lips and jaw, but once in she felt it growing more, and yet more. She took it out and ran her tongue up the smooth ebony shaft and round the knob. It must have been eleven or more inches long and of immense girth. 'You're too big for my mouth, Cyril. But my cunt is longing for you.' Rita sat beside him and he reached for those conical tits, this time sucking them, first one and then the other; he was marvelling at their perfect shape, firmness, and the soft skin. And white too! He'd had many black girls with perfect, hard tits. But white! He reached down and gripped her thigh in one massive paw, and then gently for so large a man, his finger entered her slit, wide open, plump-lipped with her growing lust for him. He was pleased to find her moist, juices flowing freely, and the clitoris alert, a hard little nub. Rita was wanking his cock with one hand, which could not get even half way round it. 'I want you, woman. Here or in bed?' 'My bed's through there.' He picked her up bodily as if this well-built woman were no weight at all and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, and splayed her thighs with two hands. Then he lay on top, supporting his 320 pounds on his elbows. His knob was pressing against the door of her willing cunt and without using his hands to place it, he gently eased the knob in. Rita gasped. Then half the shaft. She had not felt such a cock before; it filled her and for a moment she wondered if she would withstand the onslaught. But her cunt knew better and she pushed upwards against him until she received the full shaft within her. It felt incredible. Even without moving she could feel her delight rising, stretched, filled. She moved quietly up and down, feeling for the limits of her tolerance , wondering at her tight cunt's ability to absorb such a tool! But the increasing friction, the feeling of fullness, the massive muscles, and the weight upon her breasts and belly, made her randier than ever before. This black man was a master of the art. Gently at first, he gradually increased the speed and strength of his thrusts until, deliberately, he brought his blonde to her climax; he was close too, but he held back, stopping the movement a few seconds, embedded wholly in her vagina, which was milking him with her spasms. He fondled her tits with one hand, for his pleasure but also to increase the power of her first orgasm, while the other was under her bottom, dabbling in her juices and fondling the firm, round melons, his index finger straying into the cleavage and knocking at the door of her arsehole. Then it started again. Short, hard strokes, each eliciting a gasp from the delerious girl. She didn't know where one orgasm ended and the next began as her climax renewed itself soaring on upwards from the peak just reached. She wriggled and bucked as the spasms of energy rolled through her, and again Cyril, controlled, paused. Then again, the short, piercing, solid thrusts, and again Rita's soaring orgasm. This time he allowed himself to come, and she felt the hot spunk pour into her cunt from his huge prick, mixing with her own juices and dribbling down the crease between her bottom cheeks, over into her arse as the prick still slipped, eased in and out. She clawed at his back, bit the muscles of his bull-like neck. Their climax rose and subsides together, and they slumped into the sheets, side by side. Fucked! 'Cyril, that was wonderful.' She pursed her lips and kissed him playfully. 'You're the best ever. Now I'm going to massage your beautiful body. I've got some musk-scented oil specially for this. On your belly....' She straddled his bottom,: the feel of that firm flesh against her thighs and cunt re- awoke that latter. Tipping oil on the small of his back she massaged his neck and shoulders, feeling the knotted muscles ripple under her palms. Then, sitting over one of his thighs....as wide as her own man's waist she thought....his legs outspread, she massaged the gluteial muscles, pummelling them with her tiny fists, and feeling the strength of the hard body. She rubbed her cunt on his thigh stimulating clit and cunt-lips. The oiled skin shone, black muscles catching the light as they moved under her palms and fingers. Then the crease of that powerful arse. Another pool of oil over the small of his back, and this worked into the very cleavage. Her fingers ran round and round the rim of the arsehole, and his buttocks bucked and rolled beneath her. 'Put your finger up, honey!' Rita , her hands covered in scented oil, inserted the tip of an index finger into the smooth anus. It gripped, then relaxed, so she inserted it as far as her knuckle and moved it with a stirring motion. Then in and out, like a tiny cock. 'Honey, that's good. You do that and I'll want you again. I can feel the old man standing for you.' Still with a finger in his bum, she lay on his back and rubbed her tits on the smooth, oiled skin. He moaned and wriggled against her. 'Over now, Samson,' she said. He turned. His prick was half-erect. Sitting on his firm belly she oiled his broad, nearly hairless chest till it shone. Then, kneeling beside, she massaged belly and thighs till they too gleamed. Finally what she had been looking forward to most....ball and cock. Using both hands she oiled his large balls, sometimes pausing to cradle them, feeling their weight. And then the cock. Using both hands she waked it till it was fully erect. With both hands she could get round it as she rubbed oil in. Her cunt was longing for it now and she straddled the huge figure. She put the knob to her cunt and lowered onto it. Deeper and deeper it sank, filling her , until she rested on his belly. He started to push up and down, meeting her thrusts. He reached up and squeezed her tits, one in each huge hand, and then he reached round and rested his palms on her mobile rump. It bounced under them. He spread her wet arse cheeks using the fingers of both hands, and held them apart, his fingers digging into the cleavage while his cock split her cunt lips. Her juices leaked onto his fingers, and he rubbed them up and down the split. Rita was doing most of the work now, shagging him roughly, hammering on his chest with clenched fists. Then she collapsed onto him, her bosoms squashed against him as she came, bearing down on his wholly-enveloped cock. As she came, Cyril allowed himself to as well. Before he left she cadged a photo from him and decided she would show it to George and come clean about the episode. George looked at it and commented, 'I'm not surprised you wanted him. With a dong like that he must have driven you crazy! He'd be no use to me, though. I shouldn't think I could get that in my mouth let alone my arsehole. No, I'll leave him to you, unless you'd like me along to watch. 'I haven't decided to have him again yet, ' replied Rita. 'If I do, I'll let you know. Meanwhile, don't you want to know about la belle Sylvie; that's the name of our transexual. Well, she's coming round tonight, for dinner. Better get showered and changed.' Sylvie was demure in a little-girl romper suit. Demure, yes. But it was held up by her nipples in apparent defiance of gravity, and there was nothing demure, or little-girl about the cleavage of her milk-white breasts .George was very elegant in his dinner jacket. Over dinner, Rita had difficulties with her dress....it continually slipped to reveal just a peep of her erect nipple, before she laughingly hoisted it up again. Conversation over dinner was animated and risque. Rita and George admitted to affaires with both sexes, without letting on how recent this experience was. Sylvie was a great one for clubbing, and sought out the young and beautiful of both sexes...all three in fact. She had a wide experience, including some famous or notorious celebrities. They took their after-dinner drinks into the next room, leaving the debris of plates and glasses. With Sylvie and George playing on the settee, Rita did a strip-tease for them, slightly tipsy, to a rock n roll cd. George found he still lusted after his wife's firm, full body as she slipped her dress down and allowed her tits to stand free. They seemed to him to be reaching outwards and upwards as if pulled taught by her nipples. She danced, wriggling her bottom and passing her hands over her cunt, still clad in nylon panties. Then the panties, and dancing close to the watchers, so her cunt was close to their faces. Both were erect, though still decently covered. Sylvie reached out to touch. 'Go and dance with her,' said George. She got up and removed her dress, draping it over the arm of the settee. She danced without touching Rita, and looked very appetising in her black basque. George could see enough of her bosom to know it was full, genuine, and very sexy. Rita changed the cd, and Sylvie slipped her panties down...they hadn't hidden her cock appreciably while she danced, and threw them towards George. George caught them and made a great play of holding them to his nose and savouring the perfume which she had dabbed on her balls and in the crease of her smooth arse. She leaned against a chair, smiling. The music started again, and the blonde transexual quickly removed her basque to dance in high heels and stockings. Her breasts moved provocatively. Not as large as Rita's, they were just as firm and feminine, shapely, with small, rosy nipples. She was shaven, and her half-erect prick waved as she danced. George got up and put on a slow blues record. The beat music had the advantage of jiggling tits, and wiggling bottoms, but what was really needed was intimate contact. The two dancers fell into each others' arms, smooching. George was excited watching hands wander over partner's bottom, hands and mouths touching breasts, tongues inter-lacing. Without interrupting their fun, he stripped and sat back watching their delightful bodies., while he slowly masturbated, rubbing his cock with Sylvie's silken panties. Rita whispered to Sylvie, and they danced into the bedroom beyond. On the bed, Sylvie lay between the nylon-clad thighs of the older woman, and sucked and fondled her cunt. George sat on the bed beside them, and watched, close- up, tongue fluttering against clit, penetrating vagina, hands pulling apart lips, rubbing inside of slit. Time to take part! He ran his hands up the trannie's legs,: he loved the feel of nylons, and they were indeed shapely. Firm flesh, slim legs. He caressed her bottom cheeks with both palms, his face pressed on her belly. Surely this was the ideal. A fine hard cock made for fucking, and a beautifully feminine, rounded arse. One hand still fondling that arse, the other cradled the smooth-shaven balls, and then lightly held her cock. He could feel little twitches and pulses in the semi-erect tool. He knelt over the couple and took the prick in his mouth, fellating it. As he sucked it rose to full strength, filling his mouth. The shemale's slim hips pushed it in and out. 'Stop!' I don't want to come yet. George paused, and his wife took the opportunity of tasting this nice, smooth, circumcised cock. The pause had rescued Sylvie, and she was able again to fuck a welcoming mouth. She rested her hand on George's masculine shoulder, and her rested his cock against his wifes's smooth, so-desirable back. Rita didn't want Sylvie to come in her mouth....nice though that might have been. 'Fuck me, darling. Make me come!' George grabbed a condom from the bedside table and slipped it over the trannie's cock. Sylvie knelt behind and immediately was inside that warm and welcoming cunt. George of course knelt behind Sylvie, and enjoyed the movement of hr bottom as he pressed his cheek against it, the white softness. He parted her cheeks and licked into the crack, concentrating on the ring of her anus. Finally he penetrated her with his tongue, further and further in. As he stimulated it, the arsehole opened and the muscle softened till he was able to move his tongue in and out without pursing it; the arsehole accepted it joyfully. Rita was working away at her clit from underneath. 'Please. On top of me. I want to watch.' The threesome disentangled momentarily while Rita lay on her back. Sylvie was in her instantly again, and this time was able to play with the pert tits, and the equally sharp little clit, while still fucking the vigorous little cunt. George knew the shemale was ready to accept his cock and he knelt behind her, gripping her hips as she moved back and forth shagging his wife. In confirmation, Sylvie implored him, ' George. Fuck me now. Put it in before I come in your whore's cunt. I need a strong cock up my arse. It's on fire and eager for you!' As she spoke she shagged the reclining, open woman even harder, pinching and squeezing her tits, her own tits bouncing up and down. Rita was watching her out of half-closed eyes, and her own hand joined the trannie's rubbing at her clit and lips. In this position her anus was completely exposed so George was able to rest his swollen knob on it as it pumped and rotated, enjoying the moment before entry, the firm, rounded bottom under his hands. He playfully slapped her bottom and was rewarded by a strong backwards shove. He could wait no longer, and using lubrication transferred by his fingers from the cock shafting his wife, he oiled his cock and shoved it into the eager arsehole, plunging to its full depth at one go. Sylvie squealed , part in pain part in delight, then moaned wholly in delight as he started to shag her experienced bum. He was spanking her arse gently in time with each shove he made, itself in time with the she-male's shagging of Rita. He felt the arse he was interested in moving faster now and slapped the harder. Then he heard Rita coming with a stream of filthy language as she encouraged her fucker to yet greater efforts. The she-male came, full in Rita's cunt. As these orgasms came, George reached under his partner's body and with both hands clutched those lovely, firm, round tits, pulling her on to him as he shagged. And he, too, came, pumping hot jissom into the waiting rectum. The arse wriggled and squirmed with pleasure against his thigh as it felt the hot come. Sylvie, Rita and George lay in bed a while, drinking and chatting, but the climaxes had drained them, and eventually Sylvie dressed and went home. George walked her to her flat, not far away, and they kissed goodnight in the doorway like old-fashioned teenagers. Talking of teenagers, the Saturday of the dinner party soon arrived. The four of them got on very well, good conversation, beautiful people, good food, and perhaps too much drink for the two youngsters. At all events it was nearly twelve, all were a bit tipsy, and there was no question of Laurence driving home in his car or Jessica on her scooter. The taxi company's phone didn't answer (not surprising as Rita had given the youngsters the numbers of the waterworks and the cinema). 'Never mind,' said Rita, 'We'd love to put you up for the night. You'll have to take pot luck. and don't think you two young things are going to share a bed! George, you'll have to share with Laurence, and I'll share with Jessica.' No problem, darling. Not the first time, though not since my army days.' The kids looked doubtful...but there seemed to be no alternative. We'll follow the fortunes of the girls first, if only because they got down to business faster. Rita showed Jessica to the main bedroom. 'There's a bathroom en-suite. I'm only going to wash...I had a bath before dinner. But would you like me to run you a bath?' 'I'd love one, Rita. I'm a bit squiffy and it should help tomorrow's hangover. Rita took off her make-up and ran the bath, returning to the bedroom in bra and panties. Jessica kept glancing at her ample bosom, enhanced but hardly disguised at all by the half-cup bra leaving pert nipples naked. And her jutting, round bottom, stretching thin, transparent white panties. And those legs...matching white stockings and suspender belt. 'It's all ready for you, Jessica.' Rita took off her stockings and underwear, put a dash of perfume on her cunt and armpits, and lay naked on the bedspread. Twenty minutes later in came Jessica swathed in a huge towel. 'I'm afraid I haven't got any night-things for you. The only ones I have are what George buys me for Christmas and St Valentines...and they're pretty outrageous...like they aren't at all conducive to modesty. I sleep in the raw when I have the choice. Don't be shy!' Jessica removed the towel, letting it fall to the floor. As she came to the bed Rita nearly drooled at the loveliness of her eighteen years. Tall ( as tall as Rita so she must have been five feet ten), she had a teenager's leggy grace. Long, slim legs and a small, firm bottom, lean but rounded. Flat belly, narrow waist, small tits but perfectly shaped hemispheres, with a virgin's hard nipples. Long black hair to the shoulders, and dark curls on her plump mound. She stood biting her finger. walking to the bed it seemed she had not yet any hair on the cunt-lips themselves. She lay on the bed beside Rita. Rita reached over her to switch off the dim bedside light. Before she reached the switch, the back of her hand 'accidentally' brushed a small, firm breast. Jessica shivered, her breasts moving. 'Sorry. Did I startle you? You've got lovely breasts. I wish mine were a bit smaller. More like yours, Jessica. ' Boldly she placed one hand on her own and one on the girl's as if comparing them. The hand on Jessica was feeling her shape, pressing and pressing again., fondling the nipple, and being rewarded by seeing and feeling the nipple harden and stand upright. Two hands on the breasts now, and openly fondling them as a lover might. Jessica did not rebuff her but sighed, 'You shouldn't do that...but it's nice. And your breasts are really much better than my little ones.' Shyly she reached out and cupped a conical breast filling one hand, feeling the texture, the elasticity. 'Now that's nice, Jessica. But don't forget the other one,' and Rita gently took the girl's other hand and placed it on her other breast. She put and arm round the girl, resting it in the small of her back to feel her strong muscles under her soft skin. She pulled the girl to her and kissed her on lips. After a momentary resistance, a stiffness, the mouth softened and she responded to Rita's tongue . So, still kissing her Rita moved the girl's hands from her breasts and placed them on her bottom, her own hands one on the girl's waist the other on her bottom. The girl responded with an almost painful fierceness of kissing, pressing her lips, forcing her tongue, not breathing in her passion. Their firm breasts pressed together as they embraced and Rita slipped her leg between the girl's thighs. In a moment Rita had her cunt pressed up against Jessica's and was rubbing her clit against the teenager's. The seduction was now effectively complete. Rita relaxed, stopping scheming and starting really to enjoy herself. She leant away from the girl so her hands could return to her tits, which she fondled, avidly. Jessica had never made love with a woman before, but this had all been so natural and inevitable! And how unlike the clumsy fumblings of her boyfriends, this accomplished woman! Her cunt was hot, and each rub of the two clits together was increasing her desire for this very beautiful woman. She looked down at their interlocked thighs and saw her own dark hair intermingling with her lover's gold stubble. She reached out and felt her large breasts and in a sudden burst of lust took one in her mouth, sucking on the nipple and a large mouthful of warm, firm flesh. Both cunts glistened with the juices of their lust for each other. Rita broke away and, laying between the brunette's legs, on her flat belly, sucked first one breast and then the other. The younger girl sighed, Rita moved down and licked the spicy belly-button, and parted cuntlips using both hands. She plunged her mouth onto an erect clit. A few licks and sucks and Rita turned round so the girl could reach her cunt and reciprocate. Jessica had never handled another woman's cunt, but she was drawn to this. She looked at the plump lips, open now with passion and glistening with lust's dew. She pulled the lips apart to see the inner lips, and the little hard clit. With one finger she penetrated the vagina, all the time wriggling and panting with the tongue working on her own clit. She withdrew it, licked, sniffed. It was nice! So she placed her mouth on the wide-open cunt. But what of the boys? They just stripped off and went to bed where they chattered fairly aimlessly, and certainly innocently, for half an hour, hitting the brandy that George had taken in with them. They, too, were naked. A propos of nothing, George said, ' I wonder how the girls are getting on? Let's have a peep, shall we? I've been doing some renovations round the house and it would be good to see how well they work.' He got up and drew a drape. 'Holy shit!' said Laurence as through the window, in a pool of light on the bed, not two-foot from where he lay, were the two girls as we left them in a lesbian sixtynine. 'It's a two-way mirror. We can see them, they can't see us, and nor can they hear. Looks as if they're having fun!' George sat on his bed. Laurence lay on his side, his eyes glued to the scene almost under his nose. Shamelessly, George stroked his erect penis. 'Jesus! It makes me horny. Look at those tits. Laurence, did you ever see tits like them?' 'You must have seen them before!' 'I mean Jessica's. Not Rita's. And their arses. One big and round and the other small, round and hard! And look at my wife's tongue go! She's crazy for that cunt, and I do think she's got a finger up Jessica's arse too. And Jessica is really eating her out!' Out of the corner of his eye, George could see the boy wanking under the sheets, so he slipped under them too. 'Let me do that!' Reaching down he put his hand on the boy's prick and softly worked on it, still jerking his own. Laurence was if hypnotised, enthralled by the lovemaking through the mirror, but sighed and allowed George to handle his cock. With the other hand, George touched the lad's balls with the tips of his fingers, tickiling them and feeling the skin contract as he did. Then, still with finger tips, he gently tapped up and down the hard muscle between balls and naked arsehole. Suddenly he threw the bedclothes back and could see the beautiful body and cock. There was a drop of cum in the eye of his cock and George leaned down to take the knob in his mouth. 'Oh no, George. Not that! I'm not gay, George.' But the cock stayed hard, and George resisted. He clasped the youth round the buttocks to make sure he couldn't withdraw, fondling clean, smooth flesh. His own cock was stiffer than he had ever known it, Springy and seemingly longer. He moved again up the youth's body, rubbing his cock on the one under his weight, and kissed the boy's chest, nibbling at the hard, tiny nipples. Then a kiss on his mouth, and reaching to the side table he put a dollop of KY in his own arse without Laurence noticing. The boy had his eyes closed, his tongue moving against George's, rubbing his body and especially his cock against that of his new lover. George rolled over onto his back, still holding Laurence tight. He opened his legs so the boy lay between them and whispered in his ear, tickling it. 'Shag me. Fuck me as if I was your woman. I want your prick in me. ' As he whispered he placed the knob against his arsehole, lifting his legs and clasping them round Laurence's back. He reached under, grasped the hard cock, and put it in his own arse. Laurence was shocked a moment, but as the handsome body under him began to move up and down, so Laurence started to fuck actively. He liked the feel of this tight passage, warm and smooth, slippery with the KY. Yes, he thought, I can see why people like shagging arses; it's quite different in feel. He raised himself on his elbows, taking his weight off George, and felt George caressing his smooth chest. He reciprocated by tweaking George's sensitive nipples. He was completely committed to fucking now, and was moving in and out in complete, confident control. He sat up, pushing for even further penetration. George 'accidentally' struck the mirror by the bedside with one flailing arm. This was Rita's signal. By now neither Laurence nor George were watching the lesbian frolics, wholly involved in each others' bodies, so neither of them saw Rita draw the curtain covering her half of the mirror. 'Look at those two,' said Rita. That was a lovely orgasm, but they almost make me want more. You wouldn't think George could take that right up his bottom, would you? Laurence is a very handsome boy.....I could just fancy him. I like young men. And especially if they have hard, tight little bottoms and broad shoulders. Come on. Hug me while we watch them.' Laurence whispered in George's ear. 'I'm going to cum. I can't hold it.' George immediately rolled away and, kneeling, replied. 'Give it a second or two to cool down, and then have me this way round. Do it as rough and as hard as you want. I long to feel your cock ramming home and your thighs smashing against my butt.' The women watched, Jessica commenting on the size of George's stiff prick. She admitted to Rita she'd like to have her husband for half an hour or so. 'Well. Why not? I'm not a jealous wife and I'm sure he'd love to have you. He likes young girls with beautiful teen bodies!' They watched as Laurence brutally rammed his cock into the welcoming arsehole. He shagged hard and fast, and his bollocks did indeed swing against the body of the kneeling figure. George was in grave danger of coming as he felt the friction of the lad's ardour in his rectum, and the pressure at the end, but that was not his game plan for this evening. Finally Laurence could hold back no longer, And he came, a huge orgasm, splashing into the arse in such quantities that as he withdrew and plunged in for a renewed spurt it dribbled down over George's balls. George, feeling the scalding hot cum, needed all his self-control to keep from coming. In fact he did come a very little, his hand desperately controlling the flow, and just succeeding. They rolled over sideways, Laurence still firm in his arse, his orgasm over. They lay for a minute or two, and the prick in his bum went limp, finally being expelled by an involuntary contraction of the anus. 'George. That was wonderful. I had no idea gay sex could be as good as that. But I'm afraid I can't do the same for you. Your prick is too big, and I know it'd hurt.' 'Then I'm going to teach you how to enjoy it!' said George. 'It only hurts a bit for a tiny second and then it's nice. You'll see.' He reached for the tube and anointed the boy's arse and his own prick. Jessica's eyes widened as she saw the weapon gleam. Rolling the boy over on his side, George pressed against his back, hugging him, kissing his neck and shoulders, and feeling his chest muscles. Then he reached down and pressed his cock against the tight, nervous anus. 'Strain back as if you were about to shit,' he said, and the cock slipped easily into the virgin bum. A shout of pain, but George knew his stuff and shoved hard in and out, until the pain was replaced by a warm feeling of being full, very close to real pleasure. Jessica hugged Rita tighter and shivered. 'Get's you, doesn't it?' said Rita. George was in a hurry. He'd been holding himself in for an hour now, and was desperate. He reached under the boy, and had the satisfaction of feeling the prick hard again. 'I see...or rather feel, that you enjoy it after all.... It's a pity I won't be able to hold out long, but you're so young and handsome, I nearly cream looking at you, let alone fucking you in the arse. Now I'm going to ram you like you rammed me!' And so he did, smacking his thighs harder and faster against the hard bottom, ramming his prick home all the way, removing it to the knob, and ramming again. The boy moaned and panted with pleasure, and George climaxed. For the first time, Laurence knew the hot rush of spunk into his innards: his prick was hard and he wanked at it as the penetrating prick finally came to rest. 'Now, don't you wank that off. I know my wife would want you and I could see you looking at her body just now. Let's take the brandy next door and see if we can get some hetero sex to round the evening off. Let's cut ourselves off some female arse. Next door George offered them a drink. Jessica accepted but Rita smiled and said there was something else she wanted first, and grasped Laurence by the prick as he stood by the bed. Pulling him towards her she took his staff into her mouth. As she sat on the edge of the bed, he reached down to the tits he had so lusted after when watching her suck Jessica off. He took his prick from her mouth, and rubbed it up and down the cleavage of her bosom, experiencing the softness of her skin and the firmness of her flesh. He pressed the breasts together, increasing the friction as his cock ran up and down. 'Laurence, I want your lovely cock in me. You've fucked my husband, now fuck me while he watches.' She pulled him to the bed, and straddled him as he lay on his back. Jessica giggled, and held the prick upright while her new friend lowered herself onto it. Arms around each other, George and Jessica settled back to watch the fun. Rita was quite wild, riding up and down on the pretty man's cock, fondling his nipples, and whispering sweet obscenities in his ear. George couldn't help admiring her arse, which he knew so well, as it bounced about, opening and closing to reveal and hide her arsehole as she rode up and down. He'd known it for six years, but familiarity had made him forget what a marvellous round, firm bottom it was. Now seeing her shag a lovely young man he was again struck by its sexiness. He was getting hard. Jessica noticed, and was stroking his cock. Forgetting the sex going on beside him, He fixed his mouth to one of the teenager's lovely hemispheres, sucking the whole of the aureole and some of the breast too. She grabbed his hand and roughly applied it to her mound; he felt the lips open with desire, and running his hand up her slit met the clit, hard like a little nipple. She was bathed in the juices of her orgasm with Rita and the new excitement of this group sex. Her hand felt his rampant cock, anticipating the delight of having it up and in her. 'Fuck me, darling George. Fuck me like Laurence is fucking Rita.' So George lay down on his back and the tall, slim girl impaled herself on him. Taking her weight on her flexed legs, she jigged up and down. George lay back motionless enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of this athletic girl's cunt. He lay back and through slit eyes watched her firm tits bounce up and down, the hard, little nipples describing circles like the tassels of a stripper, he thought. 'Jesus,' he thought, 'we should have done this years ago. We've wasted six years. And look how Rita is enjoying her vigorous young fucker.' Jessica was more sexually excited than ever before in her short life. She was looking at the strong, fit body beneath her, and the handsome boy beside her. The tits of her Aunt Rita bouncing about. How she'd enjoyed the feel of them on her own tits as they made love! These thoughts led her to redouble her efforts, her wet cunt sliding easy on the stiff weapon. Beside her Rita was in orgasm, shrieking obscenities at her lover as she milked spunk from him. This triggered Jessica, who came , more silently but just as strongly, her face a mask of passion. George reached up to fondle her tits as she came, and feeling the spasm of her vagina gripping, releasing, gripping again his cock, he too came. The spunk splashed into her, and as she continued to ride him, flowed from her cunt, all inter-mixed with her own. All four collapsed in a promiscuous tangle of limbs, male and female. Anon, Rita poured herself a brandy, and spoke to the dozing lovers. 'Well, I feel like going to bed with my own husband after all that. Come on, George, come to bed with me next door. We'll leave these two young things to continue their revels. Now, you two, make sure you leave the curtain where it is, so we can watch you and get George up again! Promise?' 'Yes, Aunt Rita. And leave yours so we can watch you.' In the next room, Rita took her man in her arms. 'George, I lust for you, you old sodomite. Fuck me. Fuck your little dyke. Fuck me like an eighteen year old.' George entered her and slowly, forcefully fucked her, with long , slow strokes. As he felt her first orgasm approach he speeded up, only to revert to the slow, hard motion until her second began. Then fast again, and after the climax slow and thorough until her third climax, when again fast and furious. Slow again, and with her fourth she wept with utter joy, tears welling up and streaming down her face. Next door, the youngsters watched, kissed tenderly, and learned. They started to fuck again. But Rita and George were not watching. This time George came with Rita and they fell asleep in each others' arms.