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Subject: {ASSM} NEW 'Shared' (MF,MMF,MF cons) By Sven the Elder
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Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2000 23:10:03 -0500
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles.
If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
the bad feelings will go away.
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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than appropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
practice safe sex at all times.
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Shared (MF,MMF,MF cons) By Sven the Elder
© January 2000
Sven, darling, I'm putting this right at the top for you to find.
Go to Pat's Story when you're ready.
All my love, Pat
- o O o -
Pat, if you followed the shortcut you found this, my sweetheart.
I know we said we could do this, and not tell, but she wanted me
to write it down. She didn't want there to be any secrets
between you and me -- and, I guess, her as well.
In the end it was Jan. Why was I surprised? It was always Jan.
Jan was kind. Jan was thoughtful. Jan was sexy.
Did I just say that?
Hmm -- guess I did. Anyway this was what I wrote a day or so
later...
Jan was the mother confessor type. Oh, go on! You've met them;
you must have met them. Everyone knows one. The sort where you
suddenly find that you've ended up telling them far, far more
than either you realised or intended. Jan never wheedled
anything out of anyone; she was just so easy to talk to. She
didn't ask leading questions either, come to think of it. It
didn't matter, you still told her things. Naughty things.
Indiscretions. That was the problem really.
Pat, you're away for a month -- that residential course is too
far away to travel home at the week end. Anyway the participants
are expected to stay and 'join in', whatever that involves.
Group discussions, for one thing. You poor lass! You phoned me
that they are an uninspiring lot, so you end up bored to tears,
taking to your room early and catching up on some reading or
course preparation. Still, the midlife change of career was your
own idea, and I know that you're looking forward to the end
result and getting to grips with things once you get going.
Then there's Jan. No, she didn't really go away, still in my
thoughts. In fact given, my present situation, it would have
been damned odd if she hadn't been. I'd bumped into Jan earlier
this morning and had allowed myself to be seduced into having
coffee with her. The thought had been a pleasant one; Jan's
company was welcome. The thought of going back to our empty
house had been banished as she stuck her arm though mine as we
walked back across the park. I'd better add that no one thought
it odd of Jan, or you, if you walked arm in arm with her --
again, that was Jan.
And then there I was, coffee mug in hand, sitting on a cushion at
her feet, leaning back, the settee edge against my back, my left
arm over her knees, at peace with the world. Conversation
momentarily ceased as we both gazed into the flickering flames of
the log fire.
She spoke first. "But Sven, if that were the case, and you were
worried about Pat's possible infidelity, why did you let her go?"
I thought carefully for a while before I answered. "In the end,
we have to trust each other. We've been together a long time
now; we know each other's needs. I know she will want to have
sex -- note I said sex, not make love -- before this course
finishes. I don't know whether she likes anyone there enough to
sleep with them. Perhaps she will, perhaps she won't. But the
opportunity will be there if she wants it to be. In the same way
as it might be here for me." I paused for a moment at that
point, then continued, "We did discuss this some while back.
Rather more matter-of-factly than I thought we ever would."
Jan asked, "Who brought the subject up?"
I responded, "It sort of happened, but in retrospect I think she
steered it that way. I think she was thinking of this month; we
were trying to cover eventualities for the time she was away."
Jan said, "Very pragmatic..."
"Yes, wasn't it?" I laughed a little and went on. "The only
thing we couldn't decide on was whether we should tell each other
about the experience when we got back together again."
"Well?"
"Funny. I don't know." I turned and looked up at her, "Jan, you
know us both well. What do you think?"
"Hmm..." was the response, "Maybe it ought to be a case of what
the eye doesn't see..."
We were silent again, comfortable with each other's company, in
the way good friends often are.
A little while later as the fire settled, the clock in the hall
struck the hours and I realised I needed to move and finish off
some chores before getting home. I stretched a little and then
got up.
Jan murmured, "Pity, do you have to go? I was enjoying the
company."
I grinned and said that I did, adding that really I should
apologise for not feeling very chatty.
"So?" was her response. "So sometimes good company doesn't need
to be garrulous. In fact just being about each other is nice.
Heavens! You and Pat can't spend all your time nattering..."
I dug her in the ribs -- not too hard, of course -- thanked her
for the coffee, gave her a kiss, and patted her bottom gently.
She held my hand in place with hers and kissed me again, a little
more firmly. On the mouth actually. With a little bit of
tongue as well. We separated a little and looked at each other.
If there was a mental shrug, I missed it, but only because we
started kissing again. Unbidden, my other hand matched up and
joined its neighbour. Well, almost; in fact it went to the other
bottom half and I felt it pull Jan into me, just a little. Jan's
arms went round the back of my neck and held me rather more
tightly. I think she purred. If not, she should have done.
We came up for air and Jan half turned and leaned back into me,
my hands across her middle, her head bent back on my shoulder and
tucked into the hollow of my neck. She sighed contentedly.
Then, without moving or looking round, she said, "Come to bed
with me." Without waiting for an answer, she took my hand and
simply walked towards her bedroom.
I followed. It seemed a natural thing to do at that point.
Passing the long-case clock, I said, "Jan, are you sure? For
goodness sake, it's ten past eleven in the morning..."
The only reply I got was "So?" It was evident that Jan had made
her mind up. In any case her bungalow was not overly large, so
we'd arrived. I half bumped into her as she stopped. Having
made the decision, this time I kissed her, then began to undo her
blouse. The merest glimmer of a smile lit her face up, her grey
eyes looking deeply into mine. She caught her breath as I ran
the back of my fingers softly over the swell of her breasts
before releasing her bra. She held my head to her as I leaned
forward and kissed them, just running my tongue over them at the
same time. I moved my hands down and undid the waistband of her
skirt; she completed the job and shucked it and her panties down
and off.
I had moved back a little to give her some room and could now
take in her beauty properly. She grinned at me, a hand on her
hips as she did so, then leaned forward and closed my mouth with
the other. "You'll start catching flies, Sven."
She moved the hand down off my face and undid two or three shirt
buttons before pulling it out of my waistband and off over my
head. I kissed her right breast, then suckled it, my hardness
getting harder as I did so. I ached, but it was a beautiful deep
throbbing ache, constrained as it still was. Jan moved down
until she kneeled at my feet, her hands now clasping my penis
through my jeans. She leaned forward and bit on the bulge, not
breaking eye contact as she did so. She undid my belt and then
my fly, slowly easing the jeans and my pants down and out of the
way. I was wet with precum. She examined me closely from short
range, stroking me, then she took me into her mouth and started
to work both her lips and her hands.
I started to say, "Jan, I'm..." but it was already far too late
and I came hard and extravagantly in her mouth. She took it all,
swallowing at the copious flood I was delivering. As I finished,
she slurped the last little bit then finished her cleaning up.
"God, I love the power of being able to do that," she said as I
half slumped onto the end of her bed. She completed the task of
disrobing me -- rather too expertly, my subconscious noted with
an inward grin. Maybe the demure lady was a little less demure
than I first thought.
Jan pushed me back on the bed, then kneeled to either side of me,
the juices from her wetness damp on my stomach. She walked her
knees up the bed until she pinioned my arms, then lowered that
wonderful wet furry place over my lips. The musky, honey-sweet
taste and smell was was succulent beyond my dreams. The
eroticism of the moment brought my penis back to life with
startling alacrity, considering the actions of only a moment or
two before.
I sucked against her, drawing both lips together and into mine,
then splitting them with my tongue, driven on by her moans of
pleasure, far distant sounds in the background of my senses. I
licked forwards, gathering the nectar, tasting it on my tongue,
the slippery smoothness of that beautiful opening swamping my
senses. I was now aware of her writhing against me as I reached
the final destination, the bud of her clit, hard against my
tongue. I moved my lips and gently sucked on it and was rewarded
by her shuddering collapse over my head onto the bed.
Slipping my head out from underneath her, I twisted round and
held her hips up as I moved my knees under her and my penis tip
against her open sex. I took a moment to spread a little saliva
to make sure of the lubrication, then gently glided all the way
in. I could feel Jan shaking as I stopped and held steady. I ran
both thumbs from the crease of the top of her thighs along the
curve of her butt, past her rosebud to the very base of her
spine; then, using just the nail of one finger, lightly back,
this time directly over her anus. Now, holding her gently again,
I moved back until just my glans was inside. Then I leaned
forward and covered her, moving my hands to her breasts and
pulling gently at her nipples. Jan was keening quietly all the
time now, pushing back into me as I moved with more intensity.
When she came and clenched her muscles down on me, she brought me
with her, spasming and arching deep into her as if my life
depended on it. Then, both totally spent, we lay spooned
together on our sides, her muscles still holding my shrivelled
penis inside her as we dozed, clinging together. I'm afraid I
was late home that day and the chores that got done weren't those
I should have been doing.
- o O o -
You phoned and we talked regularly. I don't think it helped
either of us. It's a pity we're not into phone sex, but I don't
really think that way; in any case, I don't think you're that
kinky. Is that the right word? Mind you, that call on Saturday,
you sounded a little breathless; I must remember to ask you if
you were using Buzz.
Jan dropped by again last week. I don't know whether it was with
the intention of a 'mercy fuck' or she was just being kind or
whatever. In the end, I don't think any mercy was shown on
either side -- let me tell you about the evening:
I'd just finished supper and was washing the last of the dishes
when there was a knock on the door. Wiping my hands on the
drying cloth (yeah, I know you don't like me doing that), I
opened the door to find... Jan.
"Hi. Thought you might be lonely..." she said. I think I said
to come in -- whatever. I stepped to one side and she came in.
I shut the door and turned round and she kissed me, just that
hint of tongue again -- God, it's lovely. Long, lingering and
lovely. In the end I just picked her up and walked her, still
kissing me, into the kitchen and sat her on the edge of the
table.
Pat, sweetheart, she's as sexy as hell -- worse than you. I owe
her for a new pair of knickers by the way; hers got ripped as I
took them off. I stepped back, dropped my trousers and shorts,
and just ploughed into her right there. Don't know what she'd
been thinking; she was sopping wet and started coming as soon as
I was inside her. She's tight as hell and her muscle
contractions brought me off in a couple of strokes. Jeez, talk
about instant sexual gratification! I don't think either of us
could have waited a moment longer, even if we'd wanted to. I
also ended up doing something you won't let me. I slipped out of
her and her short muff was too much for me, I ended up going down
on her and eating her out. It's a strange taste, our combined
juice: a little tart, a little sweet -- not at all like I thought
it might be. I just closed my mouth over her and licked and
licked; she went quite berserk, holding my head into her and then
trying to push me away. I just carried on until I couldn't
breathe properly and had to stop. She just came and came, all
her movements emptying her and my come into my mouth. I'm
definitely going to do it for you when you come back.
Anyway, back to that evening. I sort of slumped onto one of the
kitchen chairs and tried to get my breath back. Jan just lay
back on the table trying to do the same. I've never had sex
quite like it. In the end I sat her up on the table end and
undressed her properly, then took off my clothes as she watched,
silently. Then I took her hand and we went to bed. Yes, our
bed, I know -- maybe the symbolism wasn't lost, but it was
another boundary crossed. In truth I didn't think about it 'til
later. We didn't have sex again -- well, not then -- but just
hugged each other to sleep without saying anything. There didn't
seem to be anything to say.
I woke up later. Jan was lying on her back, sleeping quietly. I
eased down the bed and began to eat her again. As she woke up
she stroked my hair with her fingers and then finished up by
pulling my head against her as she came again. When I came up
for air, she kissed me and then rolled me over and started on me.
After a little while she straddled me and slid down my length.
It was too much and I came before she could move again. I went
to sleep still inside her with her lying on my chest. I'm rather
afraid we screwed ourselves sore again the next morning.
And that, Pat, my lovely, was it. Jan and I. When you return,
if you want to, Jan would like to share both of us. So maybe the
time is right for a possible threesome. Pat, darling, did you
indulge yourself? Will you share it with me...?
- o O o -
Sven, that's so hot. This is my story, "Pat's Story":
It's funny, isn't it? For days before I left for my course, our
night-time conversation wandered through my head. I knew he'd
often hinted that maybe, just maybe, we ought to be a little more
open in our marriage. Up to now I hadn't been so sure.
So-called "open marriages" don't seem to work out that well -- to
me they had seemed to be an excuse for the male half to wander
off and have a good time.
Now I was going somewhere where, if I were discrete, it looked
like I might get a chance to be more "open", except it didn't
seem the wonderful idea it did last night in bed. Sven, you
hadn't said anything while saying goodbye, just a little time ago
before I drove off, but then it would have been silly of you to
do so... or would it? Damn! I couldn't get it out of my mind.
"Turn the radio up; concentrate on driving and don't be silly!" I
told myself.
- o O o -
Nearly four tiring hours later, I pulled into the car park of the
Hotel that was to be my home for almost a month. Fairly new, it
looked passable; perhaps it might not be too bad after all.
After parking the car, I went and checked in, leaving my bag for
the moment. Just as well. As it turned out, the residential
block for the school was a self-contained annex a short distance
from the main area. Redirected, and now with my key, I moved the
car the couple of hundred metres and parked again before going in
search of my room.
It turned out to be on the ground floor at the back overlooking
an area of grass that sloped gently towards a lake. At least I
looked to be in for a quiet time. This stay might not be so bad
after all; the rest would rather depend on my fellow students.
Time would tell.
A little while later, having unpacked and fully checked the room
out -- no bath, but a good shower -- I lay out on the bed.
Whilst not over large, it wasn't small and it proved to be quite
comfortable when I lay on it. The room also had a small
television and a student-style desk for the study I would
undoubtedly be expected to do in the evening. A small, cozy
armchair completed the furniture. Idly I wondered if
entertaining "guests" was permitted. Giggling to myself, I hoped
the walls weren't too thin.
I lay back on the bed and read the welcome pack. Another hour to
the evening meal and the chance to meet the other students. That
was over in the main building again, as was the lecture room. I
decided to shower and freshen up after the journey. The shower
was everything a shower should be -- hot and strong. I managed
to resist the temptation to spend too long; even still a soapy
finger, lingering, rubbing, started an itch that might be better
contained for the moment. Sven, you were right; you know me too
well. I was going to be as horny as hell without you, and even
my "toys" were not going to help for all the time I was away.
Hell! What was it you said? "Discretion -- just don't rape the
instructor on the first day." Well, we'd see about that...
- o O o -
Half an hour later, I thought, "Well he's safe!" The instructor,
that is -- overweight, unfit, florid visage. Nope. Even I,
horny as I felt, found him quite resistible. Trouble was, the
other students weren't exactly inspiring either. The young men
were just that: young men. Those a little older didn't at first
sight seem any better. Oh, well, Sven, my lovely -- your advise
not to get involved with other members of my course was going to
be very easy to comply with. Only trouble was, where else was I
going to find the time to find me a willing bed partner? In
fact, typical really. Away from home, pretending to be single --
no rings; Sven, you had suggested I leave them off. As I hadn't
worn them for a few days now, there were no ring marks either.
So all the setup I required, except no partner, no Don Juan
heaving over the horizon, lusting after my body or even my mind.
And in the end not a lot of time either. The instructors,
another man, marginally less inspiring than the one we met on the
first night, and a woman, worked us hard. Long days in the
classroom and more study at night. I was ending up so tired all
I wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep. Even poor old Buzz
remained untainted, his batteries unused. So much for sex -- not
even onanism was either interesting or happening. The
instructors made a big play that the first weekend away was for
"relaxing"! Yeah, sure...
- o O o -
Friday evening I phoned you as usual, Sven, and we talked for a
lovely long time. It was evident we were missing each other, but
never having been into phone sex we didn't cover much of that
side of things. I was itching to ask if you'd "opened" your side
of the account, but then the opportunity didn't arise. Anyway,
as I hadn't and it didn't look as if I were going to, I just let
things be.
Saturday, heaven. A lie in, even if it meant missing breakfast,
was luxury itself. I got up and showered with Buzz -- the first
moment I'd either had the time or the interest in my plastic
friend.
The warmth of the shower and the hot water playing on my breasts
and belly were wonderful. I ran Buzz, turned low, across my
breasts, my nipples perking up as ever. I used my other soapy
hand, rubbing across them, pulling, pinching a little, moaning as
those sensual contractions started in my pussy. I could feel
myself moistening, lubricating as I ran my fingers across my
stomach and into my short fur. I walked Buzz along my outer lips
down under, shuddering a little as I drew him back across my
rosebud to the base of my spine. My eyes shut as I imagined your
fingers, Sven, darling, running down my lower back, touching,
feeling, exciting me, then I moved Buzz's tantalising shape back,
using him to spread my lips, lubricating his tip then moving in
on my clit. I could hear my moans now, like a distant sobbing,
not really part of me, not really aware that it was "me" making
the sound. With Buzz busy against my clit, I pulled at my
breasts with the other, finally moving back down to use one hand
on my clit, the other stroking Buzz in and out of my now
thoroughly aroused opening. Finally I came in a crashing orgasm
that quite literally brought me to my knees in the shower. Still
trembling a little in the aftershocks, I washed off the soap and
my juices. What a delicious way to start the day -- alive. I
felt so alive, ready for anything.
In the late morning Autumn sunshine, I walked to the Hotel's main
building, picked up a newspaper, and ordered coffee. Bliss. Not
to be in that blasted classroom. Most of the other students had
gone home for the weekend; they mainly lived close by. I was the
only interloper, so I now had the place largely to myself. I
didn't want or need to go into town, so I decided to explore the
grounds of the hotel. The lake beyond the annex had looked
particularly nice, so with my latest book I walked over the
gardens in that direction, intent on discovery, or at the very
least some nice undisturbed reading.
The summer house, tucked into a little discrete hollow, was a
gem, beautiful, an inspired choice in an inspired setting. I
rounded the side and walked up the steps onto the veranda where
the full length sliding doors had been pulled back. The
armchairs looked nice enough and, when I sat in one, were
comfortable. Set inside out of the slight breeze and in the
sunshine it was quietly elegant -- just right.
A little while later, engrossed in my book, I was rather startled
when a man -- I took him as a new guest; I hadn't seen before --
walked past the front of the veranda and then on down to the pier
at the edge of the lake. He hadn't seen me, sitting back, now
slightly in shadow. I watched as he looked at the boats further
out. He had dark hair and a slight build and looked to be a
about the same age as me. He was interesting and I found myself
idly wondering if he was a guest and on his own. I glanced at my
watch and realised that dinner was not far off and I wanted to
freshen up first. I just about had time, so I picked up my
things and went to my room.
As I changed for dinner I started to put on my trousers -- well,
jeans, really -- then changed my mind. Thinking of the stranger
maybe, I put on a slightly naughty-but-nice skirt, blouse and
stockings instead -- I giggled a bit as I thought of the
possibilities, then told myself to behave. Then thought again
that perhaps my chance to "open things up a little" might occur.
Humming to myself, I made my way to the bar to have a drink
before dinner.
- o O o -
I watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he came into the
room. He appeared rather nice he looked round at the three or
four other groups of dinner guests, then at me. I watched as he
studied me, then came on into the room and made his way to the
bar beside me. I wondered: would he make the first move, or
would I? If he made the first move, would I play hard to get, or
would he? I licked my lips in anticipation of the chase, then
blushed inwardly at the overt signal I'd just given. He studied
me in the mirror -- damn! I wished I hadn't given up smoking --
at least it gave you something to with your hands. I took a
drink instead and decided to go into dinner. I smiled sweetly at
him as I got off the stool and went though the door to the dining
room, still able to watch him in the angle of one of the side
mirrors. I saw him check out my legs and rear, so I wiggled a
bit more as I went through the door. "Really Patricia!" I said
to myself, "What are you thinking?" Then again I giggled
inwardly as I realised the gusset of my knickers was moist. I
wondered if he were picking up the pheromones yet? Time would
tell. I wondered how long he was staying; I had all the weekend
left yet...
I sat at the table allocated to me so as to be able to look
across the room, but not directly; that way he wouldn't know if I
were weighing him up. I realised then that, as I thought about
it, I had already made my mind up: he didn't know it yet, but
unless something untoward happened, we were going to mutually get
laid tonight. At least I hoped so; that was my plan.
But I hadn't reckoned on his plans, it seemed. Ten minutes later
he came in with another man; he'd obviously been waiting for in
the bar. Damn! Damn! Damn! This wasn't fair; it wasn't in the
script -- least ways, not my script. Ah, well, perhaps tomorrow.
I didn't pay too much more attention to them, other than to note
that they were evidently good friends and that once or twice they
looked in my direction.
Having finished dinner, I moved back into the lounge section of
the bar to have my coffee, my back to the dinning room; I went
back to reading my book.
A little while later a voice, then a hand on my shoulder,
startled me as my stranger asked if they might buy me a drink and
join me. I stammered, "Yes", a little annoyed that I hadn't seen
them approaching or even thought of them again.
"I'm sorry to have made you jump. My name's Bob, and this is
Jim. What can I get you?"
Stifling the sudden urge to say "excited," I responded with "Good
evening. I'm Pat. I'll have whiskey and water, if I may. If
they have it, a Grouse will do nicely."
As Bob went off to get the drinks, Jim sat down in the chair
beside me. He smiled and, glancing at the bar then back to me,
said, "As you were on your own before dinner, Bob was going to
ask you to join us, but you'd gone in just before I arrived. May
I ask what brings a girl like yourself to these parts at this
time of year?"
I was telling him about my course when Bob came back with the
drinks -- large ones. Hmm... I thought; he (they?) might be
trying to take advantage of me. The evening was becoming more
interesting by the moment. I wondered if they would both try to
hit on me. Now I hadn't considered a threesome, but these two
were both rather dishy, and if push were going to come to shove,
as it were, I wouldn't want to choose between. Hey! Maybe my
Christmas was about to come early -- or maybe I was leaping ahead
too quickly.
The conversation ebbed and flowed between the three of us as we
realised that they too were on the same course, just the one that
started a week later than mine. The drinks were got in again,
then again. Bob leaned forward to make a point, putting his hand
on my knee as he did so, and then, realising what he'd done,
blushing and apologising. "Sorry, Pat, didn't mean to make the
point quite like that."
I laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm a "toucher" as well; I
won't take offence." In any case the little frisson that had run
up my back had made its own point within me. Somehow in my head
I had crossed my Rubicon. I wanted these two, wanted to be used,
wanted to be fucked and fuck them as well. Suddenly the whole
tenor of the evening had changed. Who would make the first move?
I decided I needed the ladies room, so, swaying, just a little,
I stood up and went off, plotting my next moves in my head as I
went.
Relieving the pressure on my bladder made me more comfortable.
At the same time I slipped my knickers off and put them in my
handbag. "That might surprise them" -- or maybe not. I splashed
a little cold water on my face to freshen up a little, then
checked to see if there was any damage to what little makeup I
wear. None. Right; let the battle commence...
I walked back into the lounge -- Bother! No Bob. Perhaps he was
freshening up as well. I rejoined Jim, who stood up as I got to
him. "Pat, Bob apologises; he's had to go off to his room for a
few minutes; he's expecting an important phone call, but he may
join us again later."
Well, that sorted that one out! No matter; perhaps I could have
my "wicked way" with Jim. As I sat back down, the unaccustomed
"au naturel" feel down below made me hornier than ever. Sven,
darling, for what I hope to be shortly receiving, forgive me...
"That's all right, Jim; I'm sure he'll catch up with us."
Jim looked slightly startled; then, laughing a little, he agreed.
I waited for the next move, eager to see how we got from here to
there.
"Pat, I don't suppose..." I waited while Jim coloured a little,
then, looking embarrassed, carried on, "that is, mmm... would it
be too forw... emm, would you consider it too, ah, if I, ah,
suggested a nightcap back in my... ah, room?"
Now he really was blushing, I laughed and put him out of his
misery. "Jim, if that's a proposition, I accept." I stood up,
bending to pick up me book and handbag, while at the same time
keeping an eye on Jim in the mirror just to his left. I had the
hardest job keeping from bursting out laughing at his face; he
stood there for a several seconds with his mouth open as he took
in what I had just said. Then, just before I stood up again, he
half regained his composure and started to protest at what I had
just said.
"Jim--" I cut him short with a smile, "I accept," and held out
the crook of my arm. "Lead on."
In the end he gave up, laughed, and put his arm though mine; we
left the room. Jim turned out through the Lobby and we went out
the front door and turned in the direction of the annex, where my
room was. This was getting interesting; his room was obviously
in the same annex.
We got a little beyond the main lights at the front of the
building and Jim suddenly stopped. "Pat..." he started, so I
kissed him, and he stopped talking. Well, you would, wouldn't
you? We came up for air with Jim still looking like a startled
rabbit.
"Jim," I said, "do I really have to draw you a picture?" This
time he kissed me, his hands on my back moving slow down to my
rear and pulling me into him. I could feel him growing against
me. This was beginning to look a very promising potential end to
the evening. We came up for air again. "Mmm, Jim, that was
nice..." then he kissed me again.
In the end I broke loose to catch my breath properly. He looked
at me. "Your room or mine?" Without waiting, he grabbed my hand
and we almost ran the remaining distance to the annex and his
room.
Inside, I kissed him, the door closing on the auto-close behind
us, leaving us in the gloom of whatever small amount of light was
coming in through his open curtains. Jim's hands were busy
undoing my blouse then fumbling for my bra catch before I slipped
the front fastener for him. Then his hands caressed my breasts
and the feeling was like an electric shock as I caught my breath.
Jim backed me down the short passage into the bedroom area and I
undid his trouser belt, sliding everything down his legs. His
cock rubbed past my cheek, leaving a smear of precum as I stood
back up. Jim's hands came up my legs, found my stocking tops and
then my bare cheeks above. His muttered, "Oh, Pat!" said
everything needed as he pushed me gently back onto the bed. I
spread my legs as wide as I could, found his penis, and guided it
to my waiting wetness. Jim found it and then I caught my breath
with the feelings and pleasure of his continuing and pressing
right home, deep into me, pubic bone to pubic bone.
He waited as we both caught our breath for a fraction, and then I
flexed my hips under him. "Jim, just fuck me. Now!" He didn't
need any other encouragement; he slid almost out of me as I
followed him up, trying to keep him in me, then plunged deep in
again.
Sven, darling, it was a different fullness to when we make love,
but just then, when I needed it so much, every bit as lovely.
Maybe you have married a slut after all!
Jim and I rutted like rabbits. This was sex for sex's sake,
nothing more -- pure lust. Jim didn't last long and went rigid
against me, his back arched, his penis buried deep. Then a gasp
of breath and a half pull-out followed by another rigid spasm of
ecstasy, my legs clasped behind his waist. Then he eased down
until I was back flat against the bed and I could feel his sperm
oozing out and down the crack of my backside. But I still hadn't
cum. I was almost weeping from frustration, and then I thought I
was going to die -- first from shock, then embarrassment.
"Have you two finished for the moment?" Bob's voice struck out
of the gloom. He had been in the room all along. I had felt Jim
tense against me, so I realised he hadn't expected this to
happen.
I didn't think, really; in fact I heard my voice before I had
thought about what I was saying: "Do you mind sloppy seconds
then?"
There was a click and a bedside light came on, and I realised we
were in a double room. Bob was lying, looking at us, propped up
on one elbow, stark naked. My eyes were drawn to his groin and
his rigid erection -- that, my darling Sven, is when I truly knew
you had married a slut. I gently rolled Jim to one side and,
still wearing my stockings and suspenders, slipped my skirt off
and, with Jim's cum still oozing from me, rolled Bob onto his
back and kneeled to either side of him. He wasn't as long as Jim
or you, but fatter than either of you, and he filled me
completely as I slid down onto him, Jim's juices lubricating us
both beautifully and making the sensation unquestionably one of
the best for a very long time. This time I made the running,
reaming myself up and down Bob's wonderful toy. I leaned forward
so that he rubbed against my clit and I felt myself carried
forward on the tide of my rising orgasm. Dimly in the background
I could hear Bob grunting and realised he too was on the verge of
cumming as well. I rammed myself down onto him one final time as
he arched and speared his way upward into me, his sperm oozing
out of me round the fatness of his length. Almost overcome, I
fell forward onto his chest as I felt him first go limp and then
slip out of me.
Slowly I became aware of Bob running his fingers through my hair,
gently kissing my face as he held me to him. Jim produced a
small towel and washcloth and cleaned me up at the same time. A
little later we were sat together, more or less dressed, both men
more than a little subdued, as we had the "nightcap" promised
earlier.
It was Jim who spoke up. "Pat, I'm sorry; we had joked that we
might both... No, that sounds worse!..."
Then Bob tried to continue, "That is, well... Oh, shit! I'm
sorry, too; we didn't mean that to happen."
I looked up and took in their worried faces. "Guys, what
happened happened because I wanted it to happen. I didn't know
you were sharing the room, I wondered where Bob had gone after
dinner, when I came back from the ladies. I've never been in a
threesome before..." and I went on to explain the pact with you,
Sven, darling. They were both very relieved and we agreed to
call it a night and meet later in the week.
In any case, I didn't see them at all on Sunday; perhaps they
were avoiding me out of embarrassment. I hoped not.
- o O o -
Sven my love, at least I found my second week much easier. We
had got rid of a lot of the theory and were now working on more
of the practical, which meant that I had a greater amount of time
free in the evenings. I decided to see if I could set something
up with the two men again. Eventually I caught up with Bob on
the Wednesday night as I came into the dining room for our
evening meal and joined him at his table, just as Jim came in and
joined both of us. I swear they both cringed when I asked, sotto
voce, as to the state of my lovers.
It was Jim, normally the quieter of the two it would seem, who
found his voice first. "Pat... fully recovered, but still
embarrassed..."
"Me, too," added Bob, actually blushing.
"That's a pity," I said, "it was going to be my turn to offer you
a nightcap." Their heads jerked up simultaneously and both
started to speak together before blushing then laughing quietly.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," I said.
And so an hour later the three of us were walking gently across
the grass and then out of sight of the hotel buildings down by
the lake. Again I was wearing a blouse, skirt and my stockings;
Bob had asked if I would. Again I was knickerless. The cooler
air of the early evening down by the lake felt deliciously
naughty as it wafted under my skirt, the moistness of my
incipient arousal feeling still colder again as it evaporated a
little. At that moment I was holding Bob's hand; he pulled me
gently to him and kissed me. Jim, not to be outdone, pressed
against me from the back and kissed the nape of my neck. I
shivered with the pleasure of their gentle onslaught.
This time we had, all three of us, discussed and agreed that we
should try a "threesome", with everybody involved from the
outset, but other than that no ground rules; we would just let
the evening evolve.
I shivered a little as the air grew colder at dusk. Jim
suggested that perhaps it would be better if we returned to their
room. They could go on ahead and let themselves in, and I could
wait until there was no one around in the corridor and then walk
down to their room and join them.
So it was that I tapped on their door about ten minutes later.
It was opened by Jim. I slipped in and walked in front of him
into their bedroom. Bob stood up and kissed me again, holding my
head with his hands. Jim kissed my neck and then reached round
and held my breasts from behind. I could feel his penis against
my bottom and I pressed back against him. Without hurrying, but
still not wasting too much time, the boys undressed me until I
stood between them, barefooted, with just my stockings and
suspenders on.
Jim kissed my neck again, then trailed his kisses and tongue down
the length of my spine, then he planed a kiss on either nether
cheek before running his hands on down the backs of my legs to
behind my knees. I shuddered gently and held onto Bob's head as
he kissed my breasts. Sven darling, the feeling was quite
incredible, the plaything of two men, both trying to outdo the
other in turning me on.
Bob straightened up and started to undress. Jim, seeing that he
momentarily had me to himself, turned me round and kissed my
mound as he kneeled in front of me. I put one foot on his
shoulder to open myself up for him and he covered me with his
mouth, sucking hard as he did so. I almost came from the
pleasure of that kiss, and I had the first mini-orgasm a second
or so later when he opened me up with his tongue and started to
lick and kiss me in earnest. Then I felt Bob against my back,
his penis directed down the crack of my bottom; then, as he bent
me forward a little, I felt it slide between my legs and against
the bottom of my slit. I know I moaned. Jim was back, now also
naked. I leaned fully forward and kissed the precum off the end
of his penis. Bob eased into me from behind, slowly at first;
then, lubricated by my wetness, he slid right home as far as he
could. I groaned in pleasure as he slid back and again pushed
home. As he did so, Jim's cock slid all the way into my mouth
until my nose touched his wiry hair. Such delicious wanton use
to be made of. We didn't come together; Jim filled my mouth and
throat first and then I felt Bob stiffen and throb deep inside
me, and that finally set me off, as Bob pulled on my pendulous
breasts at the same time.
A little later we showered together, just washing off our
enjoyment of each other, before I returned quietly to my room.
Maybe I should have told you about that, Sven, when we spoke just
before bedtime the same night. I couldn't bring myself to, not
until I knew you had opened your account. Friday night Bob went
home for that weekend. Jim and I fucked ourselves silly, all
weekend; he didn't sleep in his bed once, unless you count Sunday
afternoon. I think he was too exhausted by then; he needed the
rest. Yes, when I was talking to you Saturday night, I was
sitting on his lap and he was lying back on the bed against the
headboard, deep inside me, massaging my breasts. He dared me to
do it. Ten seconds after I put the phone down, we were both
coming harder than ever before; I blacked out for a few seconds.
Then, on the Wednesday night of the last week, they both came to
my room. That was special, and different. Bob lay on my bed and
I climbed on top of him and took his fullness from the front,
laying forward onto his chest. Jim, lubed up, slid into my anus,
spearing gently all the way home. God, Sven, what a feeling! I
felt bloated, completely full. I don't want to do it again for a
little while, but it was amazing while it lasted. Bob could feel
Jim rubbing against him, as could Jim in the opposite sense.
Being the bread holding the sandwich together was an amazing
feeling. Bob throbbed and pulsed and came first, which started
Jim off and I could feel both of them pulsing into me. Such
exquisite feelings, such an incredible month.
Thank you darling. Thank you! Thank you!
- o O o -
Sven sat in the monitor's glow, reading the last of the words on
the screen. He had stood naked in the semi-darkness and watched
as Pat had read the first story, his story. Without saying
anything she had stood up and motioned him to come in and read
her part. As he read he had been aware of her return; then as he
reached the last page she had leaned forward, breasts pressed
against his back. She ran her hands down his back, then switched
and scratched her fingernails across his nipples. They were,
like hers, hard and erect, giving away his inner feelings. She
turned his chair away from the screen, facing back out into the
room. Pat straddled his lap, facing him and then slowly sliding
down onto his hard, red erection, taking him all in one sliding
swoop. They gasped out loud together as she did so. Sven stood
up, hands round her bottom, clasping him to her, impaled upon him
as she was. Pat clung on round his neck as he waddled them down
the passage into their bedroom. Still deep inside her, he lay
her gently down and she arched upward trying to get him deeper
inside her, her legs again clasped round his back. She clung to
him, twitching her pelvic muscles round him, then gasped again as
he withdrew a fraction and then struck with three quick strokes
before cumming inside her, his throbbing spasming climax carrying
her over the threshold with him. She sobbed at its intensity.
Sven kissed away her tears. "As long as you remember you're my
slut," he said.
Pat, still overcome and unable to speak, could only nod her total
agreement.
The End -- for now.
© Sven the Elder January 2000
With much gratitude to FredFan, my most excellent proofer and
friend. He has the wit, ability and kindness to alter things to
reflect what I meant to write in the first place.
Special Millennium thanks to Janey -- her help and skills of
persuasion have made this a far better piece than I deserve.
"Long may you want to - may you want to long" - old celtish wish.
Sven the Elder stories are archived at:
http://www.storiesonline.net/
and
http://www.NaughtyWords.com./
e-mail to Sven at brass-neck dot demon dot co dot uk
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