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Subject: {ASSM} Saturday Morning on Elm Street (M/M/F, F/F/F/M)
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2003 04:10:04 -0400
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Haven't written erotica in awhile. Hope you all enjoy.

This is my own creation and I would expect that to be respected. As a 
personal creation it is copyright protected. If you would like to post 
the whole thing elsehere I expect it to be recreated in its entirety and 
for proper credit to be given. You may not repost or reprint this in any 
manner with the intent of gaining profit without prior consent from me. 
(I hate to have to include this, but I have previously found my stories 
on pay sites - and besides being illegal, it's just plain unethical.)

Please consider all the usual provisos regarding sexually explicit 
stories to have been offered.



Saturday Morning on Elm Street
by David Alan Smith

	I woke up with a hard on this morning, which was pretty amazing 
considering what had gone on the night before. I lay there in that half 
awake state for several minutes just reveling in the feel of the 
feminine form pressed against my side. It was a Saturday morning and I 
had nothing more pressing then a little yard work to do the whole day. 
Still only half conscious, I heard the distant sound of the front door 
to the house opening and then closing. I figured it was time to get up. 
I slid out from under the arm that was draped over my chest and swung my 
feet the floor, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I glanced back over 
my shoulder at the two still sleeping forms on my king sized bed. 
Neither of the women would be considered beautiful, but they were both 
attractive and had certainly been fun in bed last night.
	I quietly padded out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen where my 
wife, fully clothed, was starting a pot of coffee. She looked up and 
smiled at me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and nuzzled my 
face into her hair.
	"Good morning, sweetheart. Did you have a nice evening?" I asked still 
whispering in my bedroom voice.
	"It was okay."
	I knew from experience, having been married to Susan for twenty one 
years, that this response meant two things, it had been better than 
okay, and that she wasn't in a mood for talking right now. I kissed the 
top of her head and slid my hands under the loose tank top she was 
wearing, gently caressing her stomach, enjoying the feel of her skin 
under my hands. She leaned back into me and sighed.
	"I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	It was always like this between us after one of these nights apart. It 
was as if having sex with other people brought us closer together. 
Later, maybe today, maybe next week, we would share the details. We'd 
describe in intimate nuance every kiss, every touch, every erotic 
moment. But right now was quiet time.
	Susan is the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Her long blond hair 
accents her bright brown eyes. At five-ten she is tall and statuesque. 
Her breasts are, perhaps, not what they were twenty two years and two 
breast-fed children ago. But many a woman half her age would love to 
trade. She is not slender, nor would I find her as attractive if she 
were. And even after all these years, I get turned on just by the sight 
of her bare ass. But it is her yoni, with those tufts of fine blond 
pubic hair that is her most outstanding feature. Make no mistake, she is 
a mature woman, ripe with age and twice as delicious for it.
	Half an hour later we were in the middle of breakfast on the patio, 
grapefruit and an English Muffin, when Beverly came out, still naked and 
still looking half asleep.
	"Good morning, you two. The coffee smells good."
	We both looked up at her and smiled.
	"Get yourself some and come join us," Susan suggested.
	Bev is our neighbor and is a regular in both our house and our bed. She 
went through a fairly ugly divorce about two years ago and really hasn't 
gotten up to dating yet. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want and need 
sex. We've only been too happy to help her out in that department. She's 
a tall woman, almost six feet, and big boned. Her long black hair frames 
an angular, slightly masculine face. Her breasts are firm, high, and 
just a little larger than perfect. She's a little thick through the 
middle, not heavy, just not blessed with a narrow waist. But she has 
sexy wide hips and a nicely rounded ass. Considering that she has a 
twenty year old son, who happens to go to the same University as our 
daughter, and is pushing 50, she's in remarkable shape. Returning from 
the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand, she bent over and gave 
each of us a kiss in turn.
	It was scarcely after nine and already the day was promising to be a 
scorcher. I wanted to get going on mowing the grass, but I also didn't 
want to wake Crystal. Bev and I had really put her through her paces 
last night. It was only fair to let her sleep. I don't typically go for 
young women, preferring those with a little experience, both in life and 
in bed. But I have a weakness for red heads and that overcame my 
reluctance to fuck a woman just barely older than my daughter. But truth 
be known, I probably could not have seduced her on my own. It had been 
Bev's idea. She wanted me along for the ride because, after Susan, this 
would be the first woman she'd slept with. She wasn't quite ready to go 
it alone.
	"So how was Fido last night?" Bev asked Susan.
	Fido isn't his real name, of course, but most of our friends use the 
nickname because he's always sniffing around at the door of every woman 
in the neighborhood. Most of them probably wouldn't put up with his 
antics, except that he is absolutely gorgeous, muscular and blessed with 
the largest cock any of them have ever seen. Even those who don't or 
won't sleep with him admire his prodigious manhood, as he never passes 
up an opportunity to expose it. Those who do fuck him, as both Susan and 
Bev have on occasion, are willing to overlook his sometimes boorish 
behavior because he not only has the tool, but knows how to use it.
	"Large and precious." Susan answered with a wink.
	"Precious? That's hardly a word you've ever used for George before." I 
queried.
	"I know, but just the same."
	"Oh, well now you are going to have to explain." Bev cajoled.
	"Well, you know how up standing and hetero Fido is..."
	"You mean boringly macho." I interjected with a note of disdain in my 
voice that I was unable to hide. It's not that I dislike George, but I 
wouldn't call us buddies. And besides, how could any man not be just a 
little envious of his cock.
	"Yes, yes, go on." Bev shot me a look that said shut up or she won't 
finish.
	"... and you know that I told Fido he couldn't have me unless Bill was 
part of the party."
	Bill and his wife Sarah live a couple of blocks over and have been a 
part of our group almost since the day the moved in. Bill is the 
opposite of George in that he puts his partner's pleasure before his 
own. This endears him to many of the women in the neighborhood and to 
those of us men who share his bisexual orientation.
	"Anyway," Susan continued, "we were having a jolly ole time, but it was 
essentially the two guys on me. Not that I'm complaining, I love being 
the center of affection, if you know what I mean. But then Fido got a 
little too single minded and tried to monopolize me to get his own cum. 
He had his arms probed up under my knees, really giving it to me with 
that horse cock of his. I saw Bill over on the side working some 
lubricant onto his own cock. At first I thought he was just going to 
jack off while watching us. But then he got off the bed and maneuvered 
behind Fido. I believe at first Fido thought Bill was just going to get 
down between us to watch. But when Bill grabbed his butt cheeks and 
spread them Fido stopped pumping me and half turned. He barely had his 
`what the fuck' out of his mouth when Bill slid his cock right up Fido's 
ass hole."
	Both Bev and I broke out in laughter at the thought of macho Fido being 
Bill's little whore.
	"So Fido let's out with this high pitched `shiiiit' and collapses on 
top of me. Bill began to stroke in and out of him and believe it or not 
Fido isn't trying to push him off. He's just lying there taking it and 
whimpering. Well, before long Fido starts quivering all over and I can 
feel his tool growing even larger inside me. Then Bill asks him if he 
can cum in his ass, it is Bill after all. Fido just nods his head and I 
can feel his cock start spasm inside me, filling me with his own cum. 
Well, Bill came soon afterwards and I had to wait till round two before 
I got my own orgasm. But it was well worth it. The look on Fido's face 
as he admitted that he enjoyed taking Bill's dick up his ass was 
absolutely precious. And believe it or not, when I left this morning to 
come home, the two of them were just starting up again."
	I was laughing so hard that I had to excuse myself to go to the 
bathroom. I was so preoccupied by the image of George getting his 
comeuppance that I didn't realize that Crystal was sitting on the head 
until I was two steps into the bathroom. I stammered out an apology and 
started to back out.
	"That's okay Mr. Smith, I'll be done in a minute." And with that I 
could hear the sound of water spraying against porcelain. I stood 
transfixed, amazed that this young woman was so casual about such an 
intimate body function. Sure, we'd fucked only hours earlier, but 
sharing the bathroom seems some how more personal. I guess that's why 
I'm so turned on by watching women pee. Not that I would take it out of 
the bathroom and make it part of my sex life. It's not the urination 
that gets me going. It's the witnessing of something typically done in 
private.
	She tore a small piece of toilet paper off the roll, casually wiped 
herself dry, stood and moved to the sink to wash her hands and face. As 
she stood at the sink I moved by her, for some reason suddenly afraid to 
touch her. She, too, was tall, though not as tall as Bev, about the same 
height as Susan. But, where Susan's height was in her long legs, Crystal 
had a long torso. So long, in fact, that it made her legs seem short and 
the overall impression was of a woman of barely average height. Her face 
was a little too round, but off set by big green eyes. Her hair was not 
the curly bright red of the classic Irish sort, but a more subdued 
blondish red. She was sparsely freckled from the top of her head to the 
soles of her feet. Yes, I had checked that out the night before. All of 
this would have conspired to make her look younger than her mere 23 
years, except that she held herself in such an obviously mature manner 
that it became hard to guess her age. She could probably pass for 
anywhere from 17 to 30.
	I was suddenly shy in front of her and sat on the toilet to pee, 
instead of standing. She finished washing her face and asked if I wanted 
some privacy. I lied when I told her I was fine.
	"Susan and Bev are having breakfast out on the patio if you'd like to 
join them. I hope you don't feel like you have to rush off."
	"Thanks. This is my first day off in almost two weeks and I plan to 
live it to the full by doing next to nothing."
	She turned and walked out of the bathroom. I watched her full freckled 
butt swish away and my mind was suddenly full of the remembrance of last 
night. Crystal had been on her elbows and knees with her face buried in 
Bev's crotch. She obviously knew what she was doing because Bev was 
moaning and mewling. I had taken advantage of the presented price to 
enter Crystal from behind. The feel of her soft round buttocks pressing 
against my thighs and pelvis while my cock was encased in her wet cunt 
was absolutely delicious.
	By the time I got back out to the patio all three women were in the hot 
tub. We'd put it in about three years ago and it had almost instantly 
enhanced our sex lives. Not between Susan and me, our sex was nearly 
always superb, but it usually served to help relax any guests we had 
over and made it much easier to seduce them. Sometimes we would seduce 
them together. Sometimes it would be one or the other. We'd learned to 
share with each other soon after we met when I'd learned that Susan and 
her then roommate were also occasional lovers and managed to seduce her 
together. It was a few years after that, after the birth of our two 
children, at a partner swapping party that we learned to share each 
other as well.
	As I came to the tub and started to get in the women were suddenly 
quiet. I hadn't really noticed what they had been talking about, but the 
absence of conversation was noticeable.
	"Okay, what were you talking about that I can't hear? Should I go amuse 
myself elsewhere and let you ladies have the tub to yourselves?"
	"No, no, love." Susan answered while Bev and Crystal giggled. "We were 
just comparing men."
	I got into the tub. "Well, don't let me stop you, just pretend I'm `one 
of the girls.'"
	"I'm afraid that's not possible, sweetheart, you were one of the one's 
we were comparing," my beautiful wife responded.
	"In that case, I'm all ears. I just hope that I faired well in the 
comparison."
	"Very."
	"Very."
	"Very," they answered one after another. Well, if climbing into a hot 
tub with three sexy women wasn't enough to make one head swell, that 
response surely was enough to make my other head swell. I couldn't 
repress the smile that came to my lips.
	"You were my first true love, dear, and you are still the one I most 
desire." Susan added"
	"You were only the second man I'd ever slept with," Bev said. "You 
showed me what sex with a man could really be like. I will never forget 
the gift that was. And I will love the two of you till the end of my life."
	"Well, I've only slept with you once, Mr. Smith, but..."
	"Whoa, hold on a second. That's the second time you've done that to me 
this morning. I think that after sex last night and then sharing the 
bathroom this morning that you can call me David."
	Susan looked at me and lifted an eyebrow at the bathroom comment. She 
share's my feelings about the intimacy of the bathroom.
	"You're right, David." It sounded a little forced and I was struck 
again by our age difference. "I was just going to say that you are the 
first man I've slept with since I was a junior in college. The boys in 
college were always most interested in getting their own rocks off, and 
if I got anything out of that, well, that was really just an added bonus 
as far as they were concerned. In the three years since I've only slept 
with women. And I wasn't real sure about last night, but Bev insisted 
you were different. And you are."
	I don't know if I was blushing or not. I should have been, in any case. 
All of this ego boosting was having another effect on me, too. Or maybe 
it was just the idea of being in a hot tub with three naked women, two 
of whom I unabashedly loved, the third whom I lusted after. But I began 
to feel that telltale sign of an impending erection, a sudden thickening 
of my cock as blood rushed in, but didn't come out.
	Susan slid over next to me, gave me a quick kiss, and snuggled in under 
my arm. Her hand found its way to my impending hard on.
	"Okay," she directed her comments to the other two women. "Best ass?"
	"That's easy," Bev answered right away. "Richard Gere."
	"No, it's gotta be one you've seen in the flesh."
	"The quarterback of my high school football team," Crystal suggested. 
He was the class heart throb and would have never had anything to do 
with me or my friends. But at the senior prom he and four other football 
players got up on the stage and mooned the whole gathering. His was the 
most fabulously perfect male butt I've ever seen. All through college I 
looked for its peer, but never found it."
	We all got a good chuckle out of the story, even Crystal.
	"Okay, I've got one," Bev put in. "Best head? Male or female."
	"To give to or receive from?" asked Susan.
	"Receive, who gives the best head."
	"Well, present company excluded, John Meyers, hands down," Susan said.
	"The Meyers moved out of the neighborhood before I became 
`enlightened.'" Bev answered. "What made him so special?"
	"It wasn't anything in particular that he did. It was just that his 
tongue was so damned long, it was almost like a second dick."
	This brought appreciative snickers from Bev and Crystal. Susan had told 
me this about John previously. Unfortunately I'd never had the pleasure. 
The Meyers had been obsessively hetero. The one time I had slept with 
the two of them it had definitely been a two on one. John made it clear 
from the beginning that he objected to even casual sexual touching 
between males. It was too bad. His wife, Joan, was a plump little sex 
bomb and I tried a couple of times to get her alone or with Susan. It 
just never worked out. John kept her on a short leash. He would 
participate in a threesome only if he was in control. That usually meant 
another woman for him. Just as well they moved away if you ask me.
	By this time Susan was blatantly stroking my fully engorged cock. 
Crystal had slid over next to Bev and they were apparently exchanging 
their own hand games underneath the bubbly surface of the water.
	"I think that is so beautiful," Crystal said. "I've never just watched 
a couple before, but I've always thought it would be wonderful. 
Especially when they love each other as much as you two obviously do."
	"It feels beautiful, too," I said. "But I need to get out for a minute, 
the temperature has obviously been set to Susan's preference."
	"Wimp," Susan chided.
	I hoisted myself up, sitting on the edge of the tub with my feet on the 
bench where my butt had been. My erect cock was now on display for all. 
I may not get the 45 degree hard as nails erections that I did when I 
was younger, but I do fill out admirably and can maintain a strong 90 
degrees for quite some time. Susan shifted so that she was sitting 
between my splayed legs. She'd leaned back and just to her left to relax 
against my thigh. My cock got tangled in her hair. She brushed her hair 
aside and turned her head just enough to dart out her tongue and run it 
down the length of my now quivering pole. She continued to tease me this 
way while Crystal's eyes got wider and wider. I couldn't tell for sure, 
but it looked like the young woman had one hand down in Bev's cunt and 
the other on her own.
	I hadn't meant to embarrass her, but the words that came out of my 
mouth definitely had that effect.
	"Hottest sight I know, a woman bringing herself pleasure."
	Crystal stopped what she was doing and turned bright read. Given her 
complexion, I doubt that was all that rare, but I had managed to put a 
damper on where she was going.
	"Just ignore him," Susan said. "He's just a dirty old man. You can do 
anything you like in this house, with anyone you like. But I will say, 
you don't need to do that yourself when there are three of us here that 
would love to help you out."
	I hadn't noticed before. But when she snapped back to attention I 
realized that Bev's eyes had been glazed over, apparently that hand of 
Crystal's had been working some magic under the bubbles.
	"Oh, she has me horny as hell," Bev said, her attention no back in the 
hot tub. "Does anyone want to go into the bedroom and take care of me?"
	Without a word we all started to get up and out of the tub. Being half 
out of the tub already, I was first to the towels and distributed them 
to the others. We all were sort of eyeing each other in anticipation of 
what was about to happen.
	"Aren't we a lot," I said. "The mere mention of sex and we're all up 
and running for the bedroom."
	"Where would you have us go?" asked Susan. "Out in the yard? The street 
perhaps?"
	Anticipatory laughter came from all around as we headed toward the 
bedroom and its king sized bed. Bev made the mistake of stopping off at 
the bathroom and by the time she came into the bedroom a couple of 
minutes later, Susan and I had Crystal spread-eagle on the bed. Susan 
was down between Crystal's thighs helping herself to mouthful after 
mouthful of dripping sex. For my part, I was pawing one small freckled 
tit with one hand while mouthing the other.
	Without a word Bev joined the writhing heap of flesh by sliding under 
Susan's hips. Susan didn't miss a beat, even as she moaned in 
recognition of the tongue bath her labia were now receiving. I gave up 
my molestation of Crystal's breasts and climbed off the bed. Bev's 
bottom was right at the edge of the bed and her feet were supporting her 
on the floor. I stood between her legs and hooked my arms under her 
knees, lifting them up to give me easy access to her honey pot. She was 
so wet and I so hard that I didn't even need a hand to guide my cock 
home. Her warm wetness engulfed my eager manhood and began a slow in and 
out rhythm. Her mouth still firmly attached to my wife's sex, she let 
out a low guttural sound to let me know she approved of what I was 
doing. By leaning into her a bit more, her legs now straight up and 
pressed against my chest, I could reach out and grab Susan's ass. I 
massaged them gently at first and then more and more roughly as I 
continued my slow assault on Bev's box. I looked up over Susan's back to 
her blond hair and her head buried in young Crystal's crotch. Further up 
the bed I could see Crystal's stomach quivering and her tits swaying. 
Her eyes were closed and she tossed her head from side to side, 
apparently rapidly approaching orgasm.
	I'd come twice the night before, so while I was horny as all get out, I 
was in no danger of cumming before I was ready. I was settling in for a 
good long fuck when young Crystal erupted in orgasm. She thrashed about 
and clenched the sheets in her balled up fists. Susan often has this 
effect on people when she goes down on them. She seems to be able to 
quickly find the spots that most get to them. I've watched her make 
grown men come with nothing but her mouth, not even laying her hands on 
their thighs. Crystal seemed to peak and settle down some, but Susan did 
not let up, she kept her head right down between those thighs. Moments 
later Crystal was arching her back obviously close to a second wave.
	"Oh shit, what are you doing to me?" Crystal was nearly in tears.
	Then all sound was ripped from her throat, her entire body spasmed and 
she began sobbing in shear bliss. The sounds of Crystal's cum and, I 
suppose, the friction of my cock on her clitoris sent Bev over the edge 
only moments later. She gave up her ministrations on Susan's cunt and 
pressed her ass down hard against my pelvis. Sensing what she wanted, I 
pulled back and slammed hard into her four or five times. She tensed up 
and froze in place. I pulled back one more time, but held there, only 
the head of my cock in the folds of her pussy.
	"Now, goddamn it. NOW!"
	Bev never swears, except on the verge of orgasm. I knew she wanted it, 
she was reaching for it, but I could keep her there a little longer. 
Susan had gingerly lifted her leg up and over Bev's face, shifted her 
position and laid her head on Crystal's stomach and watched us. Crystal 
was still shaking, but had calmed enough to begin stroking Susan's hair. 
I slowly slid my cock all the way into Bev and back out again.
	"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it."
That was all the signal I needed. Bev was going to cum no matter what I 
did now, all I could do was help it grow in size. I pulled back so that 
the type of my cock lay against the opening to her vagina. And then in a 
swift and forceful manner a shoved it in as hard as I dared. Bev seemed 
to implode. Her entire body was wracked by a wave of convulsions. I 
gently stroked in and out for the next thirty seconds or so as she 
rolled through wave after wave of lessening orgasmic crests. Eventually 
I pulled completely out and gently lowered her legs to the floor.
	"Thank you, kind sir."
	"You are most welcome, ma'am"
	It was an oft repeated joke between the three of us. I knew, too, that 
her using it now with Crystal present signaled an acceptance of the 
young woman on a level I only hoped would bring Bev happiness.
	"Must be a nice cock there, sir, to make a lady scream so," Susan 
continued the game.
	"You're certainly welcome to try it, ma'am" I answered and saw a smile 
creep across Crystal's face.
	"That would be nice, but first I need a little tongue."
	"I'm not the sort of gentleman who denies a lady what she needs."
	And with that I crawled up onto the bed and between Susan's thighs. I 
could smell her distinctive aroma as I began running the tip of my 
tongue up and down her inner thighs and along the little crease where 
her legs attached to her torso. I wasn't sure just aroused Susan was yet 
and was loathe to hurry her. I glanced up only to see that I was going 
to have help. Crystal had repositioned herself by sliding down next to 
Susan and had begun teasing her nipples with her tongue. I found that if 
I reached my left hand out just a little I came into contact with 
Crystal's orange furred mons. I knew the young woman had not completely 
come down, so I didn't try to stimulate her, just gently holding and 
prodding her mound. I turned my attention back to my wife's oozing sex.
	Bev had apparently been after her inner labia earlier, as they were 
already distended and puffy. I gently ran my tongue along the hollow 
between inner and outer lips, first on one side and then the other. I 
was settling in for a long lick when I could feel Susan's hand on my 
head, encouraging me deeper in. I shifted a bit to allow me to get my 
right hand in underneath my chin and sunk two fingers into her cunt in 
search of the mystical g-spot. I shifted my attention to the cleft 
between her vaginal opening and her clitoris and began long hard strokes 
with the flat of my tongue. I felt Bev shifting beside me and when I 
stole another peak I saw that she had taken to Susan's right breast. 		 
With three people administering to her at once it was no surprise that 
she seemed to be lifting up toward orgasm much more quickly than usual. 
I ran my tongue up over her engorged clitoris and she shuddered. I 
flicked at it a few times with the tip of my tongue, testing where she 
was at. I was answered by erratically inhaled breath and herky-jerky 
movements in her hips. I lowered my mouth over her clit and strummed it 
with my tongue, humming at the same time.
I reached my right hand out to find Bev's sex and slid my left hand down 
over Crystal's mound to gently play with her cunt. I was in heaven. 
But 		I knew it would end soon as Susan began to grind her sex into my 
mouth. Soon I could feel Susan swelling beneath me and she moaned 
through a rippling orgasm that seemed less sharp than Crystal's, less 
explosive than Bev's, but longer than both combined. I continued teasing 
her sex with my tongue, but pulled away from her clitoris for fear of 
over stimulating her. After several minutes, during which the other two 
women continued to suck on her breasts, Susan encouraged me to stop.
We all lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. Then, as if 
they had prearranged it, they each started getting up off the bed.
	"I'm headed back to the hot tub," Susan announced.
	"Me, too," both Bev and Crystal responded.
	"Hey, wait a minute! What about me?" My voice was a little to pleading, 
I know.
	The three women turned as one. I lay there on my back, propped up on my 
elbows, no doubt desperation in my eyes, my dick pointing at the ceiling 
and feeling about as hard as it's ever been. Susan put her arms around 
the other two women's waists and gave me a pitying look.
	"You'll get over it," she teased.
	I really thought they would come back to bed, but they turned and 
walked out. I waited. One minute, two minutes. I really, really thought 
they would come back. I looked around the now empty bedroom and inhaled 
a deep breath of the sex smell that seemed to permeate everything. My 
glance fell upon the bottle of lubricant still sitting on the nightstand 
from last night. I thought momentarily about masturbating myself just to 
get rid of the tension in my loins. But then I knew. I wasn't really 
sure why I hadn't seen it earlier. This had only been the appetizer. I 
got up off the bed, a newfound spring in my step. I headed out toward 
the hot tub wearing my erection proudly. Who knew what the rest of the 
day had in store. One thing was sure, I was going to like it.


	

	
	

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