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The following is a piece of fiction concocted with the express purpose
of entertaining myself and I hope, you.  It contains scenes of
consentual, adult sexual contact.  If you are easily offended or
underage, please don't bother reading on.  If you have a healthy
sexual interest, I hope you enjoy it.  I realise that I have no great
writing talent, and am forced to write from a male point of view, but
other than that, all feedback is welcome at "anglokitty@aol.com".

Thank you to those who gave me the courage to post this... 

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The Tape
========

  We finally plucked up the courage to look at the tape that Brian and
Angela gave us.  I, for one, had been a little curious about the tape
you'd gotten from Angela, but we were both a little suspicious of the
unmarked tape.  I mean, we both liked Angela and Brian but why
wouldn't she tell you what was on it?

  But here we were, cuddled together on the couch, with the lights
dimmed, and the tape running.  I think we had both known that this was
not going to be a G-rated movie.

  The tape started.  This certainly _wasn't_ going to be a G-rated
movie.   Angela was seated on her kitchen table, her knees pulled up
so that her bare feet were resting on the edge of the table.  She was
wearing a white tennis skirt and a matching tank top.  Slowly she
grasped the sides of the skirt and pulled it towards her waist,
exposing the fact that she wore no underwear.  I felt a familiar
stirring between my legs, and looked at you, trying to gauge your
reaction, not wanting to upset you by showing too much interest.  I
needn't have worried.  You caught me peeking over at you, and gave my
hand a gentle squeeze, as if to let me know that you didn't mind. In
fact, you seemed to be fascinated by the unfolding scene as much as I.

  Back on the tape, Angela had parted her knees a little further, and
the camera now had a perfect view of her genitals.  I had always found
Angela attractive, but had never had the courage to tell you so.  Now
the bulge between my legs threatened to betray me.  Her hand now moved
between her legs and she caressed her clitoris, rubbing it gently
between her thumb and forefinger.  Her body arched back and she let
out a little moan.  She inserted a finger between the now moist lips
of her vulva.  Then a second finger.  They moved in and out with a
gentle sloshing sound, betraying how wet she was.  You shifted in your
seat a little and you hand, resting on my thigh, now moved between my
legs, finding my swollen penis, but your eyes never left the screen
for a second.

  Angela's hand was moving faster now.  Her breath was becoming
shorter.  Brian appeared on the screen, already nude.  I glanced at
you to see if you found Brian as attractive as I found Angela.  You
seemed suitably impressed.  His body was a little more muscular than
mine and his erection was just as large as mine.  Yes, he certainly
had your seal of approval.  I felt a momentary pang of jealousy, but
dismissed it almost immediately.  You didn't mind my attraction to
Angela, so why should I mind if Brian had a similar effect on you?
Your hand found it's way beneath the elastic of my shorts, and you
gently stroked my erection with your nails.  On the tape, Brian had
moved alongside Angela and lifted her top off, exposing her ample
breasts, their nipples already hard as rocks.  His hands gently played
over her breasts while her hand now moved at a furious pace, her moans
becoming more audible.  Brian was kissing her neck while she worked
herself into a frenzy.  Your hand gripped my penis and your other hand
slipped into your sweatpants.  Your fingers delved into the already
damp centre there, and I was fascinated, watching you masturbate while
you never took your eyes from the screen.

  Angela's cries became louder and Brian left her side and disappeared
from view.  The camera zoomed in between Angela's thighs and we were
given a perfect view of her orgasm.  Her lips tightened around and
released her fingers several times, as her juices spurted out over her
hand.  Your fingers found a spot of moistness on my tip and you gently
rubbed it into the head.  You then removed your hand from between your
legs and our eyes met.  You had that impish look in your eyes that
betrays when you're really having fun, and you licked the fingers of
one hand clean, the fingers that had been bringing yourself pleasure.
You then placed the fingers of your other hand to my lips and I tasted
myself as I obliged and cleaned them off for you. You stopped the tape

and got up.  I looked up, surprised.  I _thought_ you'd been enjoying
it.  You smiled and took off your clothes.  I did the same and we
resumed our position on the couch.  You started the tape again and
your hands resumed their former activities, now unencumbered by
clothing.

  The scene changed again. An empty bathroom.  Brian, still nude,
walked past

the camera, into the room.  The camera focusing in on his tight
backside as he wandered by.  A smile played across your lips once more
and you gripped me tightly.  My hand now replaced yours between your
legs and my fingers gently played over your clitoris.  A small shiver
ran up your spine.  Brian reached into a bathroom cabinet and removed
a tube.  He squeezed a generous amount of a clear gel onto his fingers
and began to work it into his erect penis.  I found the viewing
strangely compelling, even though I had no sexual desires towards
Brian or any other man, but you, well, it was certainly having a
strong effect on you.  Your free hand pushed mine down so that I had
two fingers sliding in and out of you, and then you began stroking
your nipples.  Your other hand gently massaged my scrotum and its
contents. And still your eyes never left the screen.  On the screen,
Brian massaged the gel into every

part of his genitals, one hand slipped behind him, reaching back, and
began to move in time with the hand we could see.  Suddenly he lurched
forward, then leaned back, and we could see streams of thick white
fluid spurting forth.  Four or five times, with the camera pulling in
for a close up of the big event.  My attention was momentarily
diverted by your own shortness of breath and I felt your inner muscles
contract around my fingers, which (and I hadn't realised it, such was
my interest in the tape) had been moving faster and faster as time
went on.  Your contractions seemed timed to the spurts we saw from
Brian.  I eased up a little on my movements as your orgasm died down.
Back in Brian and Angela's bathroom,  Angela was cleaning Brian off
with her tongue, making sure that the close-up view wasn't obscured by
her head.

  Angela adjusted the camera to a wide view again.  Brian's penis was
still semi-hard as Angela returned to the shot.  She took it in her
hand and inserted it into her from behind.  It slipped in easily, so I
presume she was already wet.  Whether from the scene she had been
taping or her own attentions behind

the camera, I couldn't say, but if our reaction was anything to judge
by, it was probably a combination, with one being a direct cause of
the other.  From our vantage point, we had an unhindered view of
Angela's front as she slid up

and down, moving her hips in time to Brian's thrusts.  We could see
him slide in and out, his scrotum slapping against her thighs, one
hand playing across Angela's breasts.  She used one hand to steady
herself against the sink, and the other fell to her clitoris.  Brian's
other hand disappeared between their bodies, close to where they were
joined.  Angela's eyes opened wide momentarily and then she cried out
in pleasure.  You closed your thighs together, trapping my hand
between your legs, soaking it in your juices.  Your hand began to move
up and down my shaft in time to the moans and grunts from the tape.
Brian and Angela came with a combined scream, and then disengaged.
The tape ended, and you turned to me, lust in your eyes.  You fell
back against the couch, one leg draped over the top, the other on the
floor, and gently but insistently pulled my swollen penis between your
legs.  It slid between your moist lips easily.  

  I began to stroke rhythmically between your legs.  The strokes were
deep and rapid, betraying my urgency to relieve the huge pressure in
my testicles.  My lips found your breast, and I sucked in hard,
teasing the nipple with my teeth and tongue.  Your hand reached behind
me as best you could, and you slipped a

finger inside me, pushing deep as my thrusts took me back.  The
feeling was sensational, but I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold
back.  I was right, and waves of pleasure overcame me.  Colours
exploding in my head the way that only the best orgasms can produce.
I shot spurt after spurt into your warm depths.  The sensation of my
juices splashing around inside of you set you off too.  I felt your
muscles grip me rhythmically as your own orgasm took over, and you let
out a little sigh.  We lay there, unwilling to move for some time.

  Later, you called Angela to thank her for the tape.  You asked her
when she wanted it returned, and she suggested we _both_ bring it back
the next Saturday night...

=================

  Saturday night.  We arrived at Brian and Angela's not knowing what
to expect.  OK, so maybe we did. How could we not after watching that
video tape that Angela had given to you, but neither of us wanted to
say so.  There

was something almost illicit about the whole thing, but that type of
thing was sometimes a turn on for both of us.  This time was no
exception.  We rang the bell and glanced at each other nervously.
After a minute or so, Angela opened the door.  She was dressed in the
same outfit she wore on the first part of the tape.  At first I
thought it a little brazen of her, but then again, I'd half expected
her to be naked when she answered the door.  She smiled warmly and
ushered us in, kissing each of us warmly on the lips.  She slipped an
arm each of our waists and took us into the living room, her hands
falling to gently touch each of us on the backside as she did so.

  Brian was seated in on the floor, near the lit fireplace, dressed in
shorts and a t-shirt.  It was rather warm in the room, and I was
beginning to regret coming in jeans and a sweatshirt.  He greeted us
and casually asked us how we had liked their little show.  You blushed
a little and told them we had liked it very much, and let on about how
we'd been inspired in the minutes immediately following it.  I
confirmed this, feeling a little more at ease that you were prepared
to discuss it openly.  Brian then suggested that we use their jacuzzi.
We hadn't brought any suits, and when we said so were told that they
had no intention of lending us any anyway.  Brian then slipped off his
t-shirt and shorts, his erect penis springing free.  You couldn't help
but stare.  Angela stepped behind you and slowly lowered the zipper on
the back of the light cotton sundress you wore.  Her hand slid down
your spine as the other hand manipulated the zipper.  You shuddered at
the unfamiliar soft touch of a woman.  The dress fell in a pool to the
floor.  We all made approving noises as we saw that you wore nothing
beneath.  It was clear to me that you too were under few illusions
about the invitation we had received.  Brian took you by the hand and
led you towards the back of the house.  I started to follow, but was
stopped by Angela, who suggested that I help her with some drinks in
the kitchen.

  When we got into the kitchen, Angela hopped onto the table, pulling
her legs up to show me her pubic mound, and laughed, asking if I had a
feeling of deja vu.  Before I could react, she was off the table and
fixing the drinks.  I wandered over behind her and slipped my hands
underneath her skirt, feeling the bare flesh of her slim buttocks.
She pushed back, pressing against my erect penis.  I felt her fumble
with my zipper and pull my penis free, burying it between her cheeks.
I reached forward and fondled her wet mound, kissing her neck.  After
a moment, she pulled away, slipped out of her clothes and insisted
that I do the same.  She made an approving comment once I was naked,
then picked up the tray of drinks and we headed for the rear of the
house.

  The jacuzzi was in a glass enclosed extension to the house.  There
were no shades to the windows, but the distance from the neighbours
houses and a high hedge gave a small amount of privacy, although I was
certain that anyone nosy enough could easily get an eyeful.  And what
an eyeful they would have tonight.  We were all nude, and Angela and I
had walked in on a rather exciting scene.  You were resting on the
edge of the jacuzzi, with your legs dangling in the water, while
Brian's face was nestled between your legs.  You looked up as we came
in, and flashed a nervous smile at me.  When I returned it, you
visibly relaxed and accepted the pleasure being given to you...

  Angela set the tray down and wandered over to the two of you.  She
put her hands on your shoulders and began to massage them.  You opened
your eyes and looked up to see who it was through the fog of pleasure
Brian had you in.  Angela's hands moved onto your breasts, and you
were forced to close your eyes once more and give in to the ecstasy of
the twin stimulation.  I was rooted to the spot, unable to take my
eyes off the scene.  Absently I began to stroke myself, feeling the
smoothness of the skin on the underside of my shaft.  Angela gently
pushed you onto your back, and Brian's movements became faster still.
I was sure that I saw you orgasm at that point, but Brian didn't let
up for a minute.  You opened your eyes in time to see Angela straddle
your head and as she lowered herself onto your face, I saw your tongue
flick out to taste the musky sweetness of her depths.  The two of them
were giving you a real working over, Brian working away with his
tongue and Angela grinding her moistness on your mouth.  I finally
plucked up the courage to come over and took your left breast in my
mouth, rolling the nipple around with my tongue.  That was it.  The
triple sensation definitely sent you over the edge.  Your legs
thrashed in the water as you had a tumultuous orgasm.  Brian stepped
back laughing, but Angela stayed on your face, while I kept up the
attentions to your breast, until finally Angela's legs tightened
around your head and she ceased her grinding, finally satisfied.  As
she got up, you were quite a sight lying there.  Too tired to move.
Legs still spread and dangling limply in the water, face soaked and a
wisp of a smile on your face...

  After drinks in the jacuzzi, just relaxing in the warm bubbling
water and staring up at the stars above, we went back into the living
room, where we dried off in front of the fire, towelling each other
off and taking great care to ensure that certain areas were dry - at
least not wet from the water.  Angela lay back on the plush carpet,
using both hands to massage between her legs.  Brian directed you to
sit over her face and she began to prove that she was just as talented
as Brian had proven to be.  You reached over and grabbed my penis,
pulling me to your mouth and licking around the head.  Your other hand
sought out Brian, grasping at his shaft and pumping slowly at it.  You
removed me from your mouth and began pumping, your oral attentions
shifting to Brian, then back to me, and back again, and so forth.  You
were going to use your obvious talents to kill two birds with one
stone, as it were.  

  You writhed from the touch of Angela's tongue, probing your anus,
circling your clitoris, plunging into your moist, welcoming depths.
Angela's hands maintained thier self-stimulating action, and we all
seemed to have one eye fixated on her.   You yanked hard with both
hands to get our full attention.  We both yelped in pain and almost
fell forward in a heap, steadying ourselves by putting our hands on
each other's shoulders.  You got that impish smile on your face again,
the one you get when you're about to surprise me, and resumed your
previous alternation.  You pulled us in closer together, making it
easier on your neck to turn back and forth as you tasted each of us in
turn.  Then stopped your alternation, pulling us closer still, so that
with a single stroke of your tongue, you could wipe both tips (one on
either side of you still).  Then, looking up with that impish look
again, you touched the tips together.  Brian and I both jumped in
surprise, but you kept a firm grip on us.  Slowly and delicately you
rubbed the tips together, mingling the sticky fluids on the tip and
occasionally passed your tongue over them, keeping them moist.
 
You made a comment about "sauce for the goose" and smiled as both Brian and I

closed our eyes and let you continue your mastery of us.  I don't know
what it was that sent the thrilling shiver down my spine, the
pleasurable sensation that you were maintaining or just the sheer
audacity with which you were acting, enjoying the feeling of absolute
power.

  Finally Angela brought you to an orgasm.  Even with my eyes closed,
I could

tell, as your grip suddenly tightened and your attentions to the two
shafts mere inches from your face paused momentarily.  Angela slid out
from under you and gasped at the sight before her.   Anxious to see
more, she reached for a tube and, after lubricating her fingers with
the contents, reached behind Brian and I and inserted her fingers into
us, sliding in and out.  You matched your strokes to hers, while
maintaining the contact.  I was incredulous at the mix of sensations.
I opened my eyes just in time to see each of you lean forward and
attack our shafts with your tongues and could hold back no longer.
Brian too had seen enough.  White fluid spurted everywhere, soaking us
all.  You and Angela laughed out loud at the sight, and proceeded to
lick us and each other

clean.  Not wanting to be left out, Brian and I helped out too,
tasting each other for the first time.

  After a series of cold snacks, pre-prepared by Angela, and a quick
wash to clean off the dried fluids that remained, I reached for my
jeans, only to be stopped by Angela, who protested that we couldn't
possibly leave without "finishing the job" as she put it.  So we sat
there for a while, now totally at ease with our nudity - after all
that, how could we not be?  We talked.  Mostly about sex - that seemed
to be an appropriate topic.  Eventually, but Brian and I began to
recover and were soon at attention once more - having a raunchy, no
holds barred conversation about sex, with two beautiful women, was a
key in that.

  Angela dropped to all fours and slinked over to Brian.  She licked
her chops and took him in her mouth.  I got up and knelt behind her,
rubbing the tip of my penis up and down her crack.  She wiggled her
backside at me and I dropped lower and traced my way down her crack
with my tongue.  Eventually I settled beneath her and buried my face
between her legs.  Her musky smell was a little stronger than yours,
but not unpleasant, and I attacked her lips and clitoris with gusto,
licking and sucking.  I felt you grab my penis and slide it into you,
impaling yourself on my shaft.  You began to slide up and down on me,
in complete control.  You used one hand to tweak at your clitoris as
you pumped.  Angela continued her oral attack on Brian, and I
continued on her.  Concentration was hard for me, but I slipped my
hands onto your breasts.  I stroked at your nipples, pulling and
gently twisting them.  Your thrusts became longer, almost pulling off
of me on the upstroke and letting gravity slam you back down, which
increased the sensations on your nipples, which I held tightly.  You
moaned out in pleasure, but it was Angela who came first, drowning me
in her juices.  Brian soon followed suit, spurting forth into Angela's
mouth.  She swallowed what she could, the rest dribbled out over her
chin.  The two of them them moved to one side to watch us finish up.
Your thrusts continued.  I moved one hand from your breasts (but kept
the other moving) and slipped it beneath you.  After running it over
your lips, it was pretty soaked, and I slipped fingers inside your
other opening, so that as you bounced up and down, you were being
deeply penetrated on both sides.  You moaned in pleasure.  Angela and
Brian both made comments about how hot this show was getting them, and
we both felt a flush of exhibitionist excitement.  Suddenly I felt
that familiar pressure in my testicles and I came in a rush, splashing
my contents into your hot wet depths.  You felt me come and built up
to your own orgasm.  My penis was so sensitive, as it always is after
I orgasm, and the feeling was wonderful as you continued to bob up and
down on me.  Then suddenly your orgasm was upon you.  Your muscles
contracted around me, as if they were trying to milk me for the last
drops of my juices.  I moaned with pleasure.  After a moment, you
slipped off and we both grinned at Brian and Angela, who were as
caught up in our show as we had been in their's on the tape.  Just for
good measure, we cleaned each other off orally, revelling in our
combined taste.

  Brian insisted that we have one more drink before we left.  Angela
went to fix them.  She returned and we sat around with our drinks,
savouring the sensations of the alcohol, but not speaking much -
although we did a lot of grinning at each other...

  After a while, Angela looked at me and saked me if I was up for one
final round.  Looking down at my limp, but recovering penis, I laughed
and said that I might be convinced.  She extended her hand, and I took
it.  You latched on to my other hand, not wanting to miss a thing.
Brian slipped his hand in yours, and Angela lead us out to the back of
the house.  Back to the jacuzzi, I thought, but instead she headed for
the back door, opened it and lead us outside.  I got a little thrill
at the prospect of taking our tryst outside, in the cool night air,
increasing the chances of being seen.  I glanced back at you and saw a
similar gleam in your eye too.

  Brian lay down on the grass, pulling you down onto him.  You slid
easily onto his erect penis and buried it deep inside you.  I wandered
over, wondering how to join in.  Angela had it all planned out though.
She used the tube she had earlier, and began to stroke my penis back
to hardness, rubbing the gel into me.  Then she used her other hand to
rub between your cheeks, slipping a greased finger inside you.  Slowly
and gently, she slipped my penis inside you, using her finger as a
guide, until I was buried deep inside.  It took a moment, as we wanted
to be careful not to hurt you, and had to take it slowly.  And there
you were, impaled on us both, being taken from both sides in the open
air.  You were unable to stifle a moan, which caused a round of
"Ssshhh" noises and giggling.  As Brian and I pumped deeply into you,
possessing you fully, Angela came around and kissed you on the lips.
Her tongue pushing inside.  She began to play with your nipples and
her tongue moved to your sensitive ear.

  You were now being fully possessed by us.  Stimulated in _all_ of
your most sensitive places.  Your mind was a blank, awash with colour.
It was a wonderful feeling for me too.  You were gripping me tightly
and I could feel the motions of Brian's penis against the thin flesh
separating your inner chambers.  Your muscles jerked as you reached
yet another orgasm.  Angela broke away from you, moved behind us and
began to play with our testicles.  Squeezing the packets gently
together.  Rubbing them around together between her cupped hands.
That was it.  We couldn't take it anymore and almost simultaneously
gushed forth into your depths.  The feeling inside you was intense and
the wetness sent you into one final, tumultuous orgasm.  Brian and I
slipped out of you, as soon as we had regained our breath.  You got up
onto your knees and the juices flowed from both sides, drawn out by
gravity.  Angela obliged in the cleanup this time, sampling the tastes
from all three of us in long slow licks which sent shudders down your
cold back.  We were all feeling a little cold as our bodies cooled
off, and so we went back inside.  After a combined shower - no mean
feat - we dressed and headed for the door.  Brian and Angela, now
dressed in robes, bade us goodnight with kisses and contented smiles.
We headed for the car, near exhaustion, but happy.  

  We never did visit their house again, not wishing to get caught up
in their lifestyle perhaps, but were unable to feel bad about the
erotic epsode.  Our thirst for new experiences wouldn't allow it.
Later that night, you woke up from a remarkably erotic dream, if your
later descriptions were anything to judge by, then woke me up and
showed me that your imagination was still able to come up with new and
wonderful erotic ideas....

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