THREE'S COMPANY by © Hamilton Joyce  M+F 
MM FF MF+ M+F+ tv wife

Rita's husband, George, was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud so she was surprised 
when he brought home a blue video from work. One of his mates had lent it 
him. Six years married, and experienced with several men and girls before she 
met him, she was not impressed by his performance in bed. In fact for at least 
three years she had mostly been faking it. So when after dinner he put it on and 
sat down beside her on the sofa she wasn't very excited....to say the least.

It was mostly a threesome, with the girl being shagged while cock-sucking, 
and later being double-plugged. It didn't do anything for Rita but turned 
George on. He sucked her while the film was still running. She faked an 
orgasm to get it over with, and then he fucked her. She couldn't even be 
bothered to pretend this time.

'What did you think of the film, honey?'

'Didn't do anything for me, George. After all it's only a film. Now if it were 
the real thing that'd be different.'

'You mean that? You'd really like a threesome? You'd really like another man 
as well as me?'

'He'd need to be young, handsome, clean and strong. But , yes, I would 
George...even better you and two others.'

'You know, Rita darling, I'd like that too. Let me show you a magazine I've 
found. It's called Rendezvous.'

They leafed through the various sections, skipping single females, and 
lesbians. They read 'couples' carefully to find out what sort of words to use in 
their own ad. No other couples were looking for two men, but plenty were 
after one. Then the 'single males'. But they decided, even though it would take 
longer, it was probably better to advertise than to answer ads. They composed 
the ad, in Rita's name, and asked for one young man for threesome fun : they 
could always arrange for two to turn up!

Rita was fascinated by the transexuals and TVs at the back of the book, and 
made a mental note to follow that up some day : some of them were really 
lovely!

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It would be about six weeks later the copy magazine with their ad in arrived. 
The color photo of Rita had printed well, and did justice to her good figure. 
'That should bring a few in. God, your gorgeous, Rita.' Her lingerie was crisp 
and satin-y. Her tits stood firm and upright. Her belly trim and flat. Pert 
bottom and long, slim legs completed the picture. A very desirable 
woman....and long blonde hair as well. The ad was correctly printed and read : 
' Couple 29, he slightly bi, seek tall, slim, muscular man 18 to 25 for 
threesome, or moresome. See photo. Your photo and phone ensures reply. 
Sussex Coast.'

About a week later the replies started coming in. They decided to hold them 
unopened for a week, and then do several together. In the event, the sexy photo 
brought in over fifty. So they sat down to sort them. They agreed to look at the 
photos first and reject any that either of them didn't find attractive. Then any 
too far away. Then to read the remaining thirty or so. They finished up with ten 
'probables'. and had great fun whittling this down to two. There were four 
'reserves'. Rita and George replied politely, about half each, to the rejects.

Saturday evening two weeks later excitedly waiting for two visitors. The first 
to arrive was Jules, and he was met by Rita looking lovely in a calf-length red 
satin jacket and nothing else, bar a splash of perfume. She noted his strong 
grip when they shook hands, the deep chest and broad shoulders. He was 
dressed in a crisp, white shirt and well-cut suit, polished shoes. He had a 
confident smile. She introduced him to George who found himself wondering 
if he would look as good stripped. Almost immediately another ring, Josh this 
time. Josh was as big built as Jules.....they had decided they both wanted big 
guys. He was dressed in peasant-type shirt and jeans, clean but distinctly 
'hippy'.

Rita had insisted they 'get down to it quickly', explaining to George how 
important it was not to allow any embarrassment. So they went straight into 
the front room where George had put a couple of mattresses. Rita pulled the 
jacket over her head, not undoing any buttons, and revealing her stunning 
figure to the strangers. She went up to the lad and pressed her body against 
him, kissing his lips and rubbing herself up against him. Jules pressed his body 
against her from behind, and she could feel his cock stirring in the crease of 
her naked bottom. Meanwhile George stipped naked.

Rita pulled the younger  boy down to the mattress and the older partner 
followed. Slowly, luxuriating, enjoying every slow gesture, she opened the 
rough cotton shirt, pulling it from the trousers and over his head. Her hands 
wandered over the tanned, hairless chest, feeling firm muscles. He was 
fondling her breasts with both hands, wondering at his luck at falling on such a 
beautiful, available woman, with a complaisant husband. He savoured her firm 
roundness under his palm, pressing them, and releasing them to feel their 
elasticity. Fully dressed still, Jules was kneeling beside her, fondling bottom 
cheeks and bare thighs. Rita felt incredibly turned on by these four strong 
hands on her bum and tits. Her cunt was awake now!

George knelt beside Jules and unbuttoned the striped blue shirt (he had left the 
tie and jacket behind in the other room). When it was open to the waist George 
put his arm round the young man and felt the chest with its covering of thin, 
dark fluff, and reaching round undid his belt, unzipped the flies. Still, his arms 
round the young man, but lower down now, he felt inside the y-fronts and 
found him erect. Fondling the cock, George leant onto his back and kissed the 
soft smooth skin. All this while the two visitors were fondling Rita.

George pulled the trousers down, socks, shoes, trousers, and pants pulled off 
together, and the couple both admired a strong young body, there for their 
pleasure. Rita by now had the hippy's shirt off and her hands inside his 
trousers, feeling the straight, strong cock. She completed stripping him, and, 
her hands round his bottom, took his cock in her mouth, her first cock ever 
other than George's! Her fingers poked into the flesh of his muscles, 
marvelling at the strength of his legs and arse, the firmness of his flesh 
compared with her husband's flabbier body. Jules lay between her legs and 
while she sucked Josh he sucked at her. He first prised open her lips with his 
tongue spreading the juices within over the lips and up and down her slit. It 
flickered and fluttered over her clit before penetrating her cunt, licking the rim 
of her vagina and forcing in as far as it could reach. Rita's hips were grinding 
as if shagging, rubbing her cunt against the rough chin. Still two hands 
stimulated her nipples and breasts, and two fondled her bottom and thighs.

George, not to be left out, put his head on Jules' crotch, and fondled his small, 
hard bottom, enjoying the masculine flesh, remembered from so long before. 
He looked at the hard prick, inches from his lips, swollen with desire for his 
wife. Soon this prick would penetrate where, he truly believed, no prick but his 
had penetrated before. Its shaft was about the same length as his own, he 
decided, but it was certainly broader, and the knob was much, much bigger. 
Like a great red plum....would stretch his wife when forced in! He suddenly 
wanted to feel it so he took it in his hand. More! He wanted more! His own 
prick was ever harder as he took the knob, with difficulty, in his mouth and 
started to fellate the young man.

Rita watched fascinated as her husband sucked the huge cock and it was 
adding to her excitement, but she didn't want him to have the first load of cum 
in his mouth. She wanted it...in her aching cunt! 'Fuck me, now, Jules while I 
suck Josh.' She lay on her side and the obliging boy stuck his cock between 
her lips. , shagging away, pubic hairs meeting her nose and chin with each 
thrust. Jules lay behind her , glorying in his luck, at the round femininity of her 
buttocks presented to him, the tiny waist, the soft skin of her bottom and back. 
Not like some of the slappers the magazine had got for him over the years! 
Though some of those matrons had some pretty exciting sexual practices. Still, 
a straight fuck with a lovely young housewife. That was the business! He 
reached over and grasped one tit as he pulled her back strongly onto his cock. 
He shagged her in tidy rhythm with Josh in her mouth, smiling his pleasure to 
Josh.

George wanted to add to his wife's (and his own) delight by sucking at her clit 
while her mouth and cunt were shagged. It was fantasising about this that had 
finally convinced her they should try a threesome. How much sweeter, then, a 
foursome! He lay half over her and managed to get his tongue onto her clit , a 
bare inch away from the thrusting cock. He licked, sucked, pulled at it with his 
lips, gently nibbled it. Rita was moving ever more violently now, her hips 
heaving up and crashing down, rotating, and for the first time in years she 
came. Swearing, begging, cursing, panting, squealing, a long, ecstatic orgasm. 
The cock still moved in and out, measured thrusts. His wife temporarily 
satisfied, George pushed his face deeper between her thighs till his tongue was 
now on the shaft of the cock as it shagged her. Rita lay back, happy. Her clit 
was sensitive for a moment, and she was glad George had moved on to the gay 
bit of his experience. The two studs fucked on. Their rhythmic movements 
continued softer, slower now. George was fascinated by the shaft moving in 
and out, glistening with his wife's juices. The balls were out of reach of his 
mouth while he tongued the shaft, but he managed to get his hand under and 
felt the weight, the tight skin. He caressed the thigh, and then the arse crease of 
his wife's toyboy.

'Let's double plug her. Rita , sit on my cock for a bit. Jules, you should have a 
go at this end. She sucks well!'

So Rita sat on Josh's cock and he reached up to fondle the tits, then pulled her 
down so her tits were in his face, against his lips, and he could kiss and bite 
them. Rita was awake again, her hips moving, grinding her mound against his 
belly. Jules knelt over his face and stuck his slick cock into her mouth. George 
had never had his wife in the arse and had never expected to. This was too 
good to miss. As she was moving on the prick, responding to the upward 
thrusts of his hips and thighs, her arsehole was exposed, hidden, exposed 
again. George knelt behind her and spread her arsecheeks, thumbs indenting 
her firm flesh. The pretty red rose of her anus twinkled at him, beckoning him. 
He moistened his cock, and then the rim of her anus with saliva, and forced an 
entry. Rita screamed a protest.

'Don't stop, man!' said Josh. 'Give it to her short, fast, hard. and the pain'll go 
away!'

George took the advice , thrusting fiercely several times. His wife's arse 
seemed to loosen round his cock, though still tighter than her cunt, he thought. 
It was running in and out easily now. Sure enough, she was now moaning with 
passion. She writhed, penetrated in mouth, cunt, and rectum. Every orifice of 
her body was filled with urgent, hard maleness. She thought for one last, lucid 
second, 'Why have I waited so long for this?' and started to come for a second 
time. Her squeals were muffled by the cock filling her lips, but both Josh and 
her husband felt her orgasm in the constriction of cunt and arse, nipping and 
gripping their rampant cocks. As she came, Josh poured out his hot spunk. and 
George, feeling the stranger's cock moving easier in her vagina, but his own 
cock gripped by her anus in the spasms of her delight, came hot, and long. 
Four, five, six, seven aching  spurts.

It was not over yet. Jules pulled his cock from her mouth, reluctant to release 
it, turned her panting body over so she lay on her back, and lying full on top of 
her fucked her yet again. His arms round her back, he lay on her with his full 
weight, and she felt his hips forcing her down into the mattress with each push. 
The thrusts were merging with the last squeezes of her orgasm, and she was 
meeting his thrusts with her own, her arms round his back, fingers clawing at 
him, scratching and grasping. She pulled him into her, legs now up around his 
waist, opening her slit to the maximum. He switched to short, sharp prods with 
his cock, increasing the tempo. This took Rita even higher, and over the top. 
She came. One orgasm merging into the next. Her husband glued his lips to 
hers, stifling her cries, as her lover shagged her to greater and still greater 
fulfilment. But Jules didn't want to come yet, and as the panting woman's 
spasms subsided momentarily he reverted to long, slow shafting again. Never 
had Rita been shagged like this. Never such control and energy. George was 
not capable of holding back either when she came, or more recently when she 
faked it to get rid of him. She was weeping with the emotion of it, as she yet 
again soared towards orgasm. Jules rode an inch higher up her body, now 
resting on his elbows. He fondled her lovely tits as he deliberately rode his 
pelvic bone into her clitoris. Faster now, rubbing on her clit and pressing the 
round, warm, sweaty flesh of her tits, he brought her to another climax, and 
this time allowed himself to come as she climaxed. The hot spunk spurting 
into her just as she was about to come increased her pleasure unbearably, and 
George watched the grimacing mask of passion, so close to pain, on her face 
as she screamed out her lust. Now he understood what he'd been missing all 
those years.

They rested , and George fetched some cool white wine to rejuvenate them all. 
He questioned the visitors. Were they true bi-sexuals?

Jules admitted he could lust after a man, but given the choice would have a 
beautiful woman rather than a pretty boy. Josh said he would probably chose 
the same way, but not necessarily. He reached out and caressed George's 
thighs. 'You're very handsome. I bet you've had a lot of boys?  You seemed to 
making a good meal of a hard cock just now.'

George stretched his legs luxuriously, accepting the caress, which immediately 
moved to his cock. He reciprocated, cradling his new friend's cock in his palm 
as he spoke. 'I'm completely inexperienced. That was the first cock I've ever 
touched. I wouldn't even play that game with other boys when I was at school. 
Even though I wanted to.'

'Never. I don't believe you.'

'Well. Just once. With an older boy. And only once. It frightened me!'

Josh wanked   him gently, hoping to get some more urgent life into the cock. 
'That's because you were afraid you might enjoy it too much. A lot of gays 
and bis don't play when boys. But those who grow up hetero are all over other 
boy's cocks and bottoms. Sad isn't it.  All those lovely bodies. Missed. Gone.' 
He laughed.

This talk was making Josh harden in George's hand and he looked at the knob 
longingly. He licked his lips. 'I certainly am attracted! So I guess that does 
make me bi.' And he leant over and kissed the naked thigh before taking the 
knob in his mouth, the second cock in his life. As he sucked it hardened 
further and his did too.

Rita sat up and took notice. Satisfied...at least for the moment...she felt like 
something a bit different. She would enjoy watching some gay sex. 'Jules. 
Shag him in the arse while he sucks Josh. I've always wanted to watch well-
set-up men having sex together.' She thought about the two magazines she had 
hidden at the bottom of her knicker drawer.

George took his mouth away from the thrusting cock. 'I'm not sure. He's got a 
big knob. And it'd hurt.'

'Only hurt me for a second when you stuck your thing up my bottom hole,' 
said Rita. 'Try it! I thought it was fantastic and can't stop thinking what I've 
been missing all these years. Look I'll grease it for you.' And she stuck her 
finger in a pot of cold cream and rubbed it into his crease, and especially round 
the rim. She slipped her finger into him....her first time...and slipped it in and 
out, in and out. Then a second finger. Then opened her fingers, stretching, 
while still slipping in and out. He was still hard! George knelt, Josh's cock still 
filling his mouth, live and springy, and felt Jules finger his bottom, tickling it. 
He relaxed, and as his wife removed her fingers he felt Jules slip his index 
finger in, passing through the anus, moving round and round in a gentle 
motion, loosening, softening his tense, hard arse. Then the finger withdrawn, 
and the knob placed against his hole. A pleasant pressure on the ring. Stretch. 
Stretch. And in. A pang of anguish. Flinch. Then the strong, smooth, sharp 
thrusts and the pain replaced by fullness, warmth. He felt the strong thighs. 
The size of the prick in him. A cock in his mouth. Hands (Rita's and Jules') 
caressing his balls, cock, bottom cheeks. Hands tweaking his nipples (Josh's). 
He was filled with cock, mouth and arse, and six hands caressed his body 
,seeking out and finding pleasure points. His cock was hard, very hard, and his 
body was flooded with new, delightful sensations. His excitement was total; 
now he knew; all his life he had secretly wanted this prick in his innards; but 
he hadn't dared admit it to himself! 

The two men and his own wife worked selflessly to give him pleasure and 
suddenly he realised he wouldn't be able to hold out so great was his 
excitement. He came, into the palm of his wife. She knelt and looking at Josh 
licked the thick spunk from her fingers. This obscene gesture tipped one over 
the top and he squirted his hot come into the waiting, gobbling mouth. As 
George gulped and swallowed the spunk, greedily savouring each successive 
spurt, Jules came in his arse, completing his initiation into gay sex. All three 
collapsed onto satin sheets, Rita giggling, but fingers working at her cunt: not 
very seriously though.

That night all four slept in the big double bed upstairs, all crushed together in 
each others' arms. during the night straying hands felt tits, cunt, bottoms, 
nipples, cocks. In the darkness Rita was penetrated three times, by whose cock 
or cocks she didn't know or much care. George was only fucked once. But he 
felt a mouth...mouths....on his cock several times, and he himself sucked his 
wife, and a cock...whose he knew not. John and Jules' hard bodies were 
caressed in the pitch darkness, hands fondling their pecs and bottom muscles, 
weighing balls and pricks. Jules was shagged again in the arse...but whether by 
Josh or George he couldn't guess. He had Rita again.

With all this nocturnal activity it was late when they awoke, and both the 
visitors had to leave before any more than the most rudimentary fucks for Rita. 
As you will imagine, future dates were arranged before they went. 

That evening Rita phoned a couple of the 'reserves'.

A day or two later Rita was leafing idly through George's copy of 
'Rendezvous' , and looking at the photos in the men section. She kept 
returning to a pic off a very muscular negro flexing in the standard body-
builder, cheesecake pose. Discretely, he'd cut the face and head out...but, god! 
What a bod! She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by such a huge, 
strong man. Was his cock in proportion to the rest of his massive frame? By 
the look of the bulge in his gold satin posing-pouch it might be! As she looked 
her hand crept to her clit, without thinking, and excited it. She stretched and 
eased her panties apart, and brought herself off. Since the night with Josh and 
Jules she had been more randy and had found orgasm quicker and easier. But 
much, much, much bigger! She looked again at the photo. 'Why not?' she 
thought and wrote to him enclosing a photo of herself in profile, naked tits 
standing firmly, and flat belly discretely in her newest, light green panties. 

 She sealed the letter and browsed on. Gay Women; not really her bag. And 
yet...this girl has a pleasant look. Short, very slight, slim hips and legs, hard 
bottom, flat chest, cropped hair. Almost 'boyish'. She might be nice as a 
friend...or even in bed. Randy again, she decided to write especially as the girl 
probably lived locally.

Last section. Gay Males. Doubtful. But, hold on! There are some really 
fantastic transexuals. Bet George would go ape over that one there! Looking 
for a girlfriend! Can trannies get it up? Write and ask! So she wrote the third 
letter, again with a sexy photo. So there would be no second thoughts she went 
straight to the box and posted all three.

The first who could fix up a date was Mitzi. It panned out that not only was the 
lez girl local she actually lived in the next street. Wednesday was her day off 
and she could come round in the morning for 'coffee'. Wednesday morning, 
after George had gone to work Rita took a long, hot bath, with perfumed oils. 
Then simple but good panties and bra. The same half-cut bra that did so much 
for her cleavage that she'd used for the photos in her letter. A little, mini-
skirted cotton dress, and sit down and wait for eleven. She felt more nervous 
than ever before...even waiting for her first lovers J and J.

She needn't have worried. Mitzi was a nice, bubbly, eager, happy little girl. 
They chatted and laughed, and after only half an hour, Rita felt like she'd 
known her for weeks. Then Mitzi moved the conversation on. 'That's the first 
time I've ever used a lonely hearts. But it's so 
difficult to meet women friends round here. Everyone's out all day. And 
they're all straight....or think they are.' She laughed.

'That's me all right. That's only the first copy of Rendezvous I've ever seen. 
And I've always thought I'm straight. Or at least straightish!' Now Rita 
laughed. 'But I thought you looked nice....and you are local...'

'Well, thank you Maam! I thought your photo was absolutely devastating. I've 
been in a tizzy for days since it arrived. Do you want it back? I'd love to keep 
it if I can.....'

'Of course you can keep it, Mitzi...' 


The little girl hugged her, face only coming up to Rita's breasts. Rita put her 
arm round the girl and held on. This felt really nice, the warm little body 
pressed up against her belly, and the face pressing her tits. She allowed her 
hands to slip down to the girl's bottom, and felt the hard, round cheeks under 
her spread palms, which she let move in a circle round the tiny buttocks. Mitzi 
was fondling the much ampler, more feminine arse and leaning up kissed her 
on the lips. They stood for minutes, fondling each other chastely through 
layers of clothes, locked in embrace, tongues touching.

'Let's be comfortable,' said Mitzi, and slipped her dress down to her feet, 
kicking off her shoes. She was naked except for tiny bikini panties. Rita 
eagerly did likewise and stood revealed in half-cup bra  and lacy panties.

'My bedroom's through there.' She led the way. They lay together on the bed 
that had known only her and George until the recent orgy. Unless George had 
been naughty no other woman had lain on it till now.

They lay side by side, feeling each other and learning the contours of the 
strange bodies. Mitzi, very experienced in female love, was nonetheless 
stimulated by the hyper-feminine body she was caressing. She knew from the 
photo that Rita's breasts would be magnificent but she had not been prepared 
for the roundness, sharpness, almost conical. She caressed the breasts through 
the flimsy bra and then infiltrated two fingers to feel down into a cup, tightly 
filled with plump flesh. She playfully tweaked a nipple, as hard as a little nut. 
'God. You've lovely tits. Let me take your bra off; I want to suck them.' 
Without the restraint of a bra the tits were just as good. Clearly Rita only wore 
one because it looked nice. As she lay on her side the firm flesh stood out 
without the hint of a sag. They were large, with large aureoles, and now they 
were stimulated long, hard nipples. Mitzi felt the elasticity and the soft skin 
under her palms, and then gently licked the white skin, before taking a nipple 
between her lips and gently nibbling it. 'They're lovely. They're making me 
everso wet!'

Rita was caressing Mitzi's chest, which was more like a boy's. She had hard, 
little, rose-red nipples, but the breasts were the merest mounds compared with 
hers. 'I like you like this, Mitzi. I've never played with a naked woman before, 
and I love your smooth chest with its hard muscles.' Her hands wandered 
down to the naked bottom, feeling the strength in that tiny, hard, flat butt. 
'And your bottom is as lean and strong as a teenage boy's. You must work out 
a lot! I've not felt a bottom like this since I was sixteen. God! It makes me 
randy!' Mitzi stroked the opulent female bottom through her panties. 'Let's 
take them off!' Mitzi pulled hers down before stripping Rita. She immediately 
buried her face between the novice's thighs, parted the cunt lips using both 
hands, and placed her mouth full over the cunt, her mouth licking at the clit.

'Lovely! I love having my cunt sucked. Turn round, Mitzi, and I'll do you too.'  
Mitzi crouched over her and she pressed her mouth on Mitzi's cunt, which 
intrigued her, being shaven completely bare of hair. She licked at the juicy slit, 
wondering at herself. She had worried a bit about this but in fact she found she 
loved it, and was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel her own juices 
flowing, scarcely less than the little lesbian in her arms. With more practised 
skill Mitzi was sucking, her tongue fluttering like a moth over the erect , 
sensitive clit. Her hands were fast round Rita's back, fondling her arse, while 
penetrating her cunt with a probing finger. She could feel Rita close to orgasm 
and inserted a finger into the anus, the other still shagging her open cunt. Rita 
came in her arms, moaning gently, and clenching her arse to trap the sodomitic 
finger. With this, the little girl came too, clamping Rita's face between her 
lean, strong thighs and shagging at her mouth, dragging her hard clit across the 
tongue and lips.

'That was nice. You're not just a lovely woman, you're a good shag too!' 
Mitzi giggled and cuddled up to the other woman's riper bosoms.

'I liked that. I could do it again!' said Rita, still holding the lean bottom cheeks 
of her lover.

'Let's try something else,' said Mitzi...'I'll go and get it. It's in my bag.' It was 
a double dildo. Mitzi stuck one end up her own cunt, and smuggled up to Rita 
so the other prong was against her cunt. She placed it carefully in and they 
hugged, pressing breasts to chest, belly to belly, and shagging each other, side 
by side.

Mitzi now rolled over on top of the bigger woman, and fucked her like a man, 
driving her thighs hard against the cunt. Rita opened her legs wider and wider, 
and she crossed them over her lover's back, clenching them together at the 
ankles, and pulling herself onto the urgent body lying on her. She panted and 
moaned as the lesbian whispered obscenities in her ear. 'You're a lovely shag. 
God what an arse you've got. I love your tits. Let me get at your tits...I want to 
suck them. Jesus you fuck well. I can feel you thrusting up to meet me. Be 
careful or I'll come. Shag me. Harder. Rita. Oh Rita. Lovely cunt. Lovely clit. 
Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!' Rita felt the girl fuck harder and faster as she came, the 
dildo crashing into her sopping cunt. And Rita came too, scarcely less noisily 
than her lover.

Later they finally had the coffee that was the excuse for the rendezvous, and 
agreed Rita would go round to Mitzi's next Wednesday. Mitzi asked whether 
Rita would like to meet one or two friends who shared her tastes.

'Sounds like an orgy to me.....I'd like that.'

Next morning at breakfast Rita and George were discussing the week to come. 
For the first time in years they had a busy social life! Rita suggested a dinner 
party Saturday fortnight. 'I'd like to invite your niece Jessica,' she said. 'She's 
just started at the university this year, and we should get to know her better.'

'Didn't know you were into little girls, ' laughed George. 'Expect you'll want 
to seduce her.'

'You'd be surprised what I'm into nowadays, George. But yes. Some woman's 
going to have her sometime. She's a little darling.'

'And why not you I suppose.  Well, if you're going to have a lesbian frolic, 
there's a vey pretty office boy just joined the firm. He's called Laurence, and I 
could quite fancy him! Let's invite him too, to balance things up.'

'Ok. But after we've had them, let's see if we can swap. I like the sound of 
your pretty boy, and you'll just drool over Jessica.'

The post fell on the mat in the hall. George collected it and brought it in. 'Two 
bills, and one letter each. Funny. They come from the same person....pink 
envelope, same handwriting. Same postmark. ' They opened the letters.

'Look at this, ' said George, and threw a photo onto the breakfast table.

'I've got the same,' said Rita laughing. It was of a very beautiful, slim blonde. 
She had shoulder length, blonde hair, crimped stylishly, wonderful, remarkable 
tits, and an erect cock! She says, it's not often I get letters the same day from 
two halves of a couple, writing unbeknowns to each other. I just couldn't resist 
replying.

'My letter's the same,' said George, and it's got a copy of your letter attached. 
What's all that about longing to have those firm breasts pressed against 
yours?'

'And what's all this about wanting to shag her cute little butt....Yes, your 
letter's here too!' Rita was laughing. 'You've been a naughty boy, haven't 
you?'

'And you! Give him a ring this afternoon and set something up. I really would 
like to shag that lovely arse, and it would be even better if that cock were up 
you at the same time. Lovely undies!'

But before anything else transpired Rita was able to set up a rendezvous with 
the black body-builder, Cyril. And so we find them necking on the settee. He 
had his paws inside her loose negligee and was handling her breasts. 'You are 
all woman, Rita. I've had a lot of women, But these are something else.' She 
squeaked as he squeezed her tits.


'Take my robe off, Cyril...........Now strip down, and let me see you do your 
body-builder poses.'

Rita deliberately kept her hands away from her cunt and clit, postponing her 
pleasure, but enjoying the growing, tingling moistness. Cyril slowly stripped 
and she watched his magnificent body as he flexed his immense biceps, 
clenched and unclenched his flet, muscular bottom. His legs were like tree 
trunks, massive and knotted with muscles, while his waist seemed small and 
his belly hard and flat. But it was his chest, like a great black barrel, smooth 
and hairless, lines of huge muscles across it, that really excited her. As he 
changed his pose, bringing now this now that muscle into play, she was getting 
randier. His prick had been nine inches in half-erection. What was it now it 
stood fully hard?

'You're very handsome, Cyril. Come here and play!' He sat on the settee and 
she knelt in front of him, feeling the strength in his legs. The great, tall cock 
rested on her face, from chin to the roots of her blonde hair as she licked the 
shaft with the tip of her pointed tongue. Then , grasping massive hips she took 
the great purple knob in her mouth. It stretched her lips and jaw, but once in 
she felt it growing  more, and yet more. She took it out and ran her tongue up 
the smooth ebony shaft and round the knob. It must have been eleven or more 
inches long and of immense girth. 'You're too big for my mouth, Cyril. But 
my cunt is longing for you.'

Rita sat beside him and he reached for those conical tits, this time sucking 
them, first one and then the other; he was marvelling at their perfect shape, 
firmness, and the soft skin. And white too! He'd had many black girls with 
perfect, hard tits. But white! He reached down and gripped her thigh in one 
massive paw, and then gently for so large a man, his finger entered her slit, 
wide open, plump-lipped with her growing lust for him. He was pleased to 
find her moist, juices flowing freely, and the clitoris alert, a hard little nub. 
Rita was wanking his cock with one hand, which could not get even half way 
round it.

'I want you, woman. Here or in bed?'

'My bed's through there.'

He picked her up bodily as if this well-built woman were no weight at all and 
carried her to her bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, and splayed her 
thighs with two hands. Then he lay on top, supporting his 320 pounds on his 
elbows. His knob was pressing against the door of her willing cunt and without 
using his hands to place it, he gently eased the knob in. Rita gasped. Then half 
the shaft. She had not felt such a cock before; it filled her and for a moment 
she wondered if she would withstand the onslaught. But her cunt knew better 
and she pushed upwards against him until she received the full shaft within 
her. It felt incredible. Even without moving she could feel her delight rising, 
stretched, filled.

She moved quietly up and down, feeling for the limits of her tolerance , 
wondering at her tight cunt's ability to absorb such a tool! But the increasing 
friction, the feeling of fullness, the massive muscles, and the weight upon her 
breasts and belly, made her randier than ever before. This black man was a 
master of the art. Gently at first, he gradually increased the speed and strength 
of his thrusts until, deliberately, he brought his blonde to her climax; he was 
close too, but he held back, stopping the movement a few seconds, embedded 
wholly in her vagina, which was milking him with her spasms. He fondled her 
tits with one hand, for his pleasure but also to increase the power of her first 
orgasm, while the other was under her bottom, dabbling in her juices and 
fondling the firm, round melons, his index finger straying into the cleavage 
and knocking at the door of her arsehole.

Then it started again. Short, hard strokes, each eliciting a gasp from the 
delerious girl. She didn't know where one orgasm ended and the next began as 
her climax renewed itself soaring on upwards from the peak just reached. She 
wriggled and bucked as the spasms of energy rolled through her, and again 
Cyril, controlled, paused. Then again, the short, piercing, solid thrusts, and 
again Rita's soaring orgasm. This time he allowed himself to come, and she 
felt the hot spunk pour into her cunt from his huge prick, mixing with her own 
juices and dribbling down the crease between her bottom cheeks, over into her 
arse as the prick still slipped, eased in and out. She clawed at his back, bit the 
muscles of his bull-like neck. Their climax rose and subsides together, and 
they slumped into the sheets, side by side. Fucked!

'Cyril, that was wonderful.' She pursed her lips and kissed him playfully. 
'You're the best ever. Now I'm going to massage your beautiful body. I've got 
some musk-scented oil specially for this. On your belly....'

She straddled his bottom,: the feel of that firm flesh against her thighs and cunt 
re- awoke that latter. Tipping oil on the small of his back she massaged his 
neck and shoulders, feeling the knotted muscles ripple under her palms. Then, 
sitting over one of his thighs....as wide as her own man's waist she 
thought....his legs outspread, she massaged the gluteial muscles, pummelling 
them with her tiny fists, and feeling the strength of the hard body. She rubbed 
her cunt on his thigh stimulating clit and cunt-lips. The oiled skin shone, black 
muscles catching the light as they moved under her palms and fingers. Then 
the crease of that powerful arse. Another pool of oil over the small of his back, 
and this worked into the very cleavage. Her fingers ran round and round the 
rim of the arsehole, and his buttocks bucked and rolled beneath her.

'Put your finger up, honey!' Rita , her hands covered in scented oil, inserted 
the tip of an index finger into the smooth anus. It gripped, then relaxed, so she 
inserted it as far as her knuckle and moved it with a stirring motion. Then in 
and out, like a tiny cock. 'Honey, that's good. You do that and I'll want you 
again. I can feel the old man standing for you.' Still with a finger in his bum, 
she lay on his back and rubbed her tits on the smooth, oiled skin. He moaned 
and wriggled against her.

'Over now, Samson,' she said. He turned. His prick was half-erect. Sitting on 
his firm belly she oiled his broad, nearly hairless chest till it shone. Then, 
kneeling beside, she massaged belly and thighs till they too gleamed. Finally 
what she had been looking forward to most....ball and cock. Using both hands 
she oiled his large balls, sometimes pausing to cradle them, feeling their 
weight. And then the cock. Using both hands she waked it till it was fully 
erect. With both hands she could get round it as she rubbed oil in.

Her cunt was longing for it now and she straddled the huge figure. She put the 
knob to her cunt and lowered onto it. Deeper and deeper it sank, filling her , 
until she rested on his belly. He started to push up and down, meeting her 
thrusts. He reached up and squeezed her tits, one in each huge hand, and then 
he reached round and rested his palms on her mobile rump. It bounced under 
them. He spread her wet arse cheeks using the fingers of both hands, and held 
them apart, his fingers digging into the cleavage while his cock split her cunt 
lips. Her juices leaked onto his fingers, and he rubbed them up and down the 
split. Rita was doing most of the work now, shagging him roughly, hammering 
on his chest with clenched fists. Then she collapsed onto him, her bosoms 
squashed against him as she came, bearing down on his wholly-enveloped 
cock. As she came, Cyril allowed himself to as well.

Before he left she cadged  a photo from him and decided she would show it to 
George and come clean about the episode. George looked at it and 
commented, 'I'm not surprised you wanted him. With a dong like that he must 
have driven you crazy! He'd be no use to me, though. I shouldn't think I could 
get that in my mouth let alone my arsehole. No, I'll leave him to you, unless 
you'd like me along to watch.

'I haven't decided to have him again yet, ' replied Rita. 'If I do, I'll let you 
know. Meanwhile, don't you want to know about la belle Sylvie; that's the 
name of our transexual. Well, she's coming round tonight, for dinner. Better 
get showered and changed.'

Sylvie was demure in a little-girl romper suit. Demure, yes. But it was held up 
by her nipples in apparent defiance of gravity, and there was nothing demure, 
or little-girl about the cleavage of her milk-white breasts .George was very 
elegant in his dinner jacket. Over dinner, Rita had difficulties with her 
dress....it continually slipped to reveal just a peep of her erect nipple, before 
she laughingly hoisted it up again. Conversation over dinner was animated and 
risque. Rita and George admitted to affaires with both sexes, without letting on 
how recent this experience was. Sylvie was a great one for clubbing, and 
sought out the young and beautiful of both sexes...all three in fact. She had a 
wide experience, including some famous or notorious celebrities.

They took their after-dinner drinks into the next room, leaving the debris of 
plates and glasses. With Sylvie and George playing on the settee, Rita did a 
strip-tease for them, slightly tipsy, to a rock n roll cd. George found he still 
lusted after his wife's firm, full body as she slipped her dress down and 
allowed her tits to stand free. They seemed to him to be reaching outwards and 
upwards as if pulled taught by her nipples. She danced, wriggling her bottom 
and passing her hands over her cunt, still clad in nylon panties. Then the 
panties, and dancing close to the watchers, so her cunt was close to their faces. 
Both were erect, though still decently covered. Sylvie reached out to touch.

'Go and dance with her,' said George. She got up and removed her dress, 
draping it over the arm of the settee. 

She danced without touching Rita, and looked very appetising in her black 
basque. George could see enough of her bosom to know it was full, genuine, 
and very sexy.  Rita changed the cd, and Sylvie slipped her panties down...they 
hadn't hidden her cock appreciably while she danced, and threw them towards 
George. George caught them and made a great play of holding them to his nose 
and savouring the perfume which she had dabbed on her balls and in the crease 
of her smooth arse. She leaned against a chair, smiling. The music started 
again, and the blonde transexual quickly removed her basque to dance in high 
heels and stockings. Her breasts moved provocatively. Not as large as Rita's, 
they were just as firm and feminine, shapely, with small, rosy nipples. She was 
shaven, and her half-erect prick waved as she danced.

George got up and put on a slow blues record. The beat music had the 
advantage of jiggling tits, and wiggling bottoms, but what was really needed 
was intimate contact. The two dancers fell into each others' arms, smooching. 
George was excited watching hands wander over partner's bottom, hands and 
mouths touching breasts, tongues inter-lacing. Without interrupting their fun, 
he stripped and sat back watching their delightful bodies., while he slowly 
masturbated, rubbing his cock with Sylvie's silken panties.

Rita whispered to Sylvie, and they danced into the bedroom beyond. On the 
bed, Sylvie lay between the nylon-clad thighs of the older woman, and sucked 
and fondled her cunt. George sat on the bed beside them, and watched, close-
up, tongue fluttering against clit, penetrating vagina, hands pulling apart lips, 
rubbing inside of slit. Time to take part! He ran his hands up the trannie's 
legs,: he loved the feel of nylons, and they were indeed shapely. Firm flesh, 
slim legs. He caressed her bottom cheeks with both palms, his face pressed on 
her belly. Surely this was the ideal. A fine hard cock made for fucking, and a 
beautifully feminine, rounded arse.

One hand still fondling that arse, the other cradled the smooth-shaven balls, 
and then lightly held her cock. He could feel little twitches and pulses in the 
semi-erect tool. He knelt over the couple and took the prick in his mouth, 
fellating it. As he sucked it rose to full strength, filling his mouth. The 
shemale's slim hips pushed it in and out.

'Stop!' I don't want to come yet. George paused, and his wife took the 
opportunity of tasting this nice, smooth, circumcised cock. The pause had 
rescued Sylvie, and she was able again to fuck  a welcoming mouth. She rested 
her hand on George's masculine shoulder, and her rested his cock against his 
wifes's smooth, so-desirable back.

Rita didn't want Sylvie to come in her mouth....nice though that might have 
been. 'Fuck me, darling. Make me come!' George grabbed a condom from the 
bedside table and slipped it over the trannie's cock. Sylvie knelt behind and 
immediately was inside that warm and welcoming cunt. George of course 
knelt behind Sylvie, and enjoyed the movement of hr bottom as he pressed his 
cheek against it, the white softness. He parted her cheeks and licked into the 
crack, concentrating on the ring of her anus. Finally he penetrated her with his 
tongue, further and further in. As he stimulated it, the arsehole opened and the 
muscle softened till he was able to move his tongue in and out without pursing 
it; the arsehole accepted it joyfully.

Rita was working away at her clit from underneath. 'Please. On top of me. I 
want to watch.' 

The threesome disentangled momentarily while Rita lay on her back. Sylvie 
was in her instantly again, and this time was able to play with the pert tits, and 
the equally sharp little clit, while still fucking the vigorous little cunt. George 
knew the shemale was ready to accept his cock and he knelt behind her, 
gripping her hips as she moved back and forth shagging his wife. In 
confirmation, Sylvie implored him, ' George. Fuck me now. Put it in before I 
come in your whore's cunt. I need a strong cock up my arse. It's on fire and 
eager for you!' As she spoke she shagged the reclining, open woman even 
harder, pinching and squeezing her tits, her own tits bouncing up and down. 
Rita was watching her out of half-closed eyes, and her own hand joined the 
trannie's rubbing at her clit and lips. In this position her anus was completely 
exposed so George was able to rest his swollen knob on it as it pumped and 
rotated, enjoying the moment before entry, the firm, rounded bottom under his 
hands. He playfully slapped her bottom and was rewarded by a strong 
backwards shove.

He could wait no longer, and using lubrication transferred by his fingers from 
the cock shafting his wife, he oiled his cock and shoved it into the eager 
arsehole, plunging to its full depth at one go. Sylvie squealed , part in pain part 
in delight, then moaned wholly in delight as he started to shag her experienced 
bum. He was spanking her arse gently in time with each shove he made, itself 
in time with the she-male's shagging of Rita. He felt the arse he was interested 
in moving faster now and slapped the harder. Then he heard Rita coming with 
a stream of filthy language as she encouraged her fucker to yet greater efforts. 

The she-male came, full in Rita's cunt. As these orgasms came, George 
reached under his partner's body and  with both hands clutched those lovely, 
firm, round tits, pulling her on to him as he shagged. And he, too, came, 
pumping hot jissom into the waiting rectum. The arse wriggled and squirmed 
with pleasure against his thigh as it felt the hot come.

Sylvie, Rita and George lay in bed a while, drinking and chatting, but the 
climaxes had drained them, and eventually Sylvie dressed and went home. 
George walked her to her flat, not far away, and they kissed goodnight in the 
doorway like old-fashioned teenagers.

Talking of teenagers, the Saturday of the dinner party soon arrived. The four of 
them got on very well, good  conversation, beautiful people, good food, and 
perhaps too much drink for the two youngsters. At all events it was nearly 
twelve, all were a bit tipsy, and there was no question of Laurence driving 
home in his car or Jessica on her scooter. The taxi company's phone didn't 
answer (not surprising as Rita had given the youngsters the numbers of the 
waterworks and the cinema). 

'Never mind,' said Rita, 'We'd love to put you up for the night. You'll have to 
take pot luck. and don't think you two young things are going to share a bed! 
George, you'll have to share with Laurence, and I'll share with Jessica.'

No problem, darling. Not the first time, though not since my army days.'

The kids looked doubtful...but there seemed to be no alternative.

We'll follow the fortunes of the girls first, if only because they got down to 
business faster. Rita showed Jessica to the main bedroom. 'There's a bathroom 
en-suite. I'm only going to wash...I had a bath before dinner. But would you 
like me to run you a bath?'

'I'd love one, Rita. I'm a bit squiffy and it should help tomorrow's hangover.

Rita took off her make-up and ran the bath, returning to the bedroom in bra 
and panties. Jessica kept glancing at her ample bosom, enhanced but hardly 
disguised at all by the half-cup bra leaving pert nipples naked. And her jutting, 
round bottom, stretching thin, transparent white panties. And those 
legs...matching white stockings and suspender belt. 'It's all ready for you, 
Jessica.'

Rita took off her stockings and underwear, put a dash of perfume on her cunt 
and armpits, and lay naked on the bedspread. Twenty minutes later in came 
Jessica swathed in a huge towel. 'I'm afraid I haven't got any night-things for 
you. The only ones I have are what George buys me for Christmas and St 
Valentines...and they're pretty outrageous...like they aren't at all conducive to 
modesty. I sleep in the raw when I have the choice. Don't be shy!'

Jessica removed the towel, letting it fall to the floor. As she came to the bed 
Rita nearly drooled at the loveliness of her eighteen years. 

Tall ( as tall as Rita so she must have been five feet ten), she had a teenager's 
leggy grace. Long, slim legs and a small, firm bottom, lean but rounded. Flat 
belly, narrow waist, small tits but perfectly shaped hemispheres, with a 
virgin's hard nipples. Long black hair to the shoulders, and dark curls on her 
plump mound. She stood biting her finger. walking to the bed it seemed she 
had not yet any hair on the cunt-lips themselves. She lay on the bed beside 
Rita.

Rita reached over her to switch off the dim bedside light. Before she reached 
the switch, the back of her hand 'accidentally' brushed a small, firm breast. 
Jessica shivered, her breasts moving. 'Sorry. Did I startle you? You've got 
lovely breasts. I wish mine were a bit smaller. More like yours, Jessica. ' 
Boldly she placed one hand on her own and one on the girl's as if comparing 
them. The hand on Jessica was feeling her shape, pressing and pressing again., 
fondling the nipple, and being rewarded by seeing and feeling the nipple 
harden and stand upright. Two hands on the breasts now, and openly fondling 
them as a lover might. Jessica did not rebuff her but sighed, 'You shouldn't do 
that...but it's nice. And your breasts are really much better than my little ones.'

Shyly she reached out and cupped a conical breast filling one hand, feeling the 
texture, the elasticity. 'Now that's nice, Jessica. But don't forget the other 
one,' and Rita gently took the girl's other hand and placed it on her other 
breast. She put and arm round the girl, resting it in the small of her back to feel 
her strong muscles under her soft skin. She pulled the girl to her and kissed her 
on lips. After a momentary resistance, a stiffness, the mouth softened and she 
responded to Rita's tongue  . So, still kissing her Rita moved the girl's hands 
from her breasts and placed them on her bottom, her own hands one on the 
girl's waist the other on her bottom. The girl responded with an almost painful 
fierceness of kissing, pressing her lips, forcing her tongue, not breathing in her 
passion. Their firm breasts pressed together as they embraced and Rita slipped 
her leg between the girl's thighs. In a moment Rita had her cunt pressed up 
against Jessica's and was rubbing her clit against the teenager's.

The seduction was now effectively complete. Rita relaxed, stopping scheming 
and starting really to enjoy herself. She leant away from the girl so her hands 
could return to her tits, which she fondled, avidly. Jessica had never made love 
with a woman before, but this had all been so natural and inevitable! And how 
unlike the clumsy fumblings of her boyfriends, this accomplished woman! Her 
cunt was hot, and each rub of the two clits together was increasing her desire 
for this very beautiful woman. She looked down at their interlocked thighs and 
saw her own dark hair intermingling with her lover's gold stubble. She reached 
out and felt her large breasts and in a sudden burst of lust took one in her 
mouth, sucking on the nipple and a large mouthful of warm, firm flesh. Both 
cunts glistened with the juices of their lust for each other.

Rita broke away and, laying between the brunette's legs, on her flat belly, 
sucked first one breast and then the other. The younger girl sighed, Rita moved 
down and licked the spicy belly-button, and parted cuntlips using both hands. 
She plunged her mouth onto an erect clit. A few licks and sucks and Rita 
turned round so the girl could reach her cunt and reciprocate.

Jessica had never handled another woman's cunt, but she was drawn to this. 
She looked at the plump lips, open now with passion and glistening with lust's 
dew. She pulled the lips apart to see the inner lips, and the little hard clit. With 
one finger she penetrated the vagina, all the time wriggling and panting with 
the tongue working on her own clit. She withdrew it, licked, sniffed. It was 
nice! So she placed her mouth on the wide-open cunt.

But what of the boys? They just stripped off and went to bed where they 
chattered fairly aimlessly, and certainly innocently, for half an hour, hitting the 
brandy that George had taken in with them. They, too, were naked.

A propos of nothing, George said, ' I wonder how the girls are getting on? 
Let's have a peep, shall we? I've been doing some renovations round the 
house and it would be good to see how well they work.' He got up and drew a 
drape. 'Holy shit!' said Laurence as through the window, in a pool of light on 
the bed, not two-foot from where he lay, were the two girls as we left them in a  
lesbian sixtynine.

'It's a two-way mirror. We can see them, they can't see us, and nor can they 
hear. Looks as if they're having fun!'

George sat on his bed. Laurence lay on his side, his eyes glued to the scene 
almost under his nose. Shamelessly, George stroked his erect penis. 'Jesus! It 
makes me horny. Look at those tits. Laurence, did you ever see tits like them?'

'You must have seen them before!'

'I mean Jessica's. Not Rita's. And their arses. One big and round and the other 
small, round and hard! And look at my wife's tongue go! She's crazy for that 
cunt, and I do think she's got a finger up Jessica's arse too. And Jessica is 
really eating her out!'

Out of the corner of his eye, George could see the boy wanking under the 
sheets, so he slipped under them too. 'Let me do that!' Reaching down he put 
his hand on the boy's prick and softly worked on it, still jerking his own. 
Laurence was if hypnotised, enthralled by the lovemaking through the mirror, 
but sighed and allowed George to handle his cock. With the other hand, 
George touched the lad's balls with the tips of his fingers, tickiling them and 
feeling the skin contract as he did. Then, still with finger tips, he gently tapped 
up and down the hard muscle between balls and naked arsehole.

Suddenly he threw the bedclothes back and could see the beautiful body and 
cock. There was a drop of cum in the eye of his cock and George leaned down 
to take the knob in his mouth. 'Oh no, George. Not that! I'm not gay, George.' 
But the cock stayed hard, and George resisted. He clasped the youth round the 
buttocks to make sure he couldn't withdraw, fondling clean, smooth flesh. 

His own cock was stiffer than he had ever known it, Springy and seemingly 
longer. He moved again up the youth's body, rubbing his cock on the one 
under his weight, and kissed the boy's chest, nibbling at the hard, tiny nipples. 
Then a kiss on his mouth, and reaching to the side table he put a dollop of KY 
in his own arse without Laurence noticing. The boy had his eyes closed, his 
tongue moving against George's, rubbing his body and especially his cock 
against that of his new lover.

George rolled over onto his back, still holding Laurence tight. He opened his 
legs so the boy lay between them and whispered in his ear, tickling it. 'Shag 
me. Fuck me as if I was your woman. I want your prick in me. ' As he 
whispered he placed the knob against his arsehole, lifting his legs and clasping 
them round Laurence's back. He reached under, grasped the hard cock, and put 
it in his own arse.

Laurence was shocked a moment, but as the handsome body under him began 
to move up and down, so Laurence started to fuck actively. He liked the feel of 
this tight passage, warm and smooth, slippery with the KY. Yes, he thought, I 
can see why people like shagging arses; it's quite different in feel. He raised 
himself on his elbows, taking his weight off George, and felt George caressing 
his smooth chest. He reciprocated by tweaking George's sensitive nipples. He 
was completely committed to fucking now, and was moving in and out in 
complete, confident control. He sat up, pushing for even further penetration.

George 'accidentally' struck the mirror by the bedside with one flailing arm. 
This was Rita's signal. By now neither Laurence nor George were watching 
the lesbian frolics, wholly involved in each others' bodies, so neither of them 
saw Rita draw the curtain covering her half of the mirror.

'Look at those two,' said Rita. That was a lovely orgasm, but they almost 
make me want more. You wouldn't think George could take that right up his 
bottom, would you? Laurence is a very handsome boy.....I could just fancy 
him. I like young men. And especially if they have hard, tight little bottoms 
and broad shoulders. Come on. Hug me while we watch them.'

Laurence whispered in George's ear. 'I'm going to cum. I can't hold it.'
George immediately rolled away and, kneeling, replied. 'Give it a second or 
two to cool down, and then have me this way round. Do it as rough and as hard 
as you want. I long to feel your cock ramming home and your thighs smashing 
against my butt.'

The women watched, Jessica commenting on the size of George's stiff prick. 
She admitted to Rita she'd like to have her husband for half an hour or so. 
'Well. Why not? I'm not a jealous wife and I'm sure he'd love to have you. He 
likes young girls with beautiful teen bodies!'  They watched as Laurence 
brutally rammed his cock into the welcoming arsehole. He shagged hard and 
fast, and his bollocks did indeed swing against the body of the kneeling figure. 
George was in grave danger of coming as he felt the friction of the lad's ardour 
in his rectum, and the pressure at the end, but that was not his game plan for 
this evening.

Finally Laurence could hold back no longer, And he came, a huge orgasm, 
splashing into the arse in such quantities that as he withdrew and plunged in 
for a renewed spurt it dribbled down over George's balls. George, feeling the 
scalding hot cum, needed all his self-control to keep from coming. In fact he 
did come a very little, his hand desperately controlling the flow, and just 
succeeding.

They rolled over sideways, Laurence still firm in his arse, his orgasm over. 
They lay for a minute or two, and the prick in his bum went limp, finally being 
expelled by an involuntary contraction of the anus. 'George. That was 
wonderful. I had no idea gay sex could be as good as that. But I'm afraid I 
can't do the same for you. Your prick is too big, and I know it'd hurt.'

'Then I'm going to teach you how to enjoy it!' said George. 'It only hurts a bit 
for a tiny second and then it's nice. You'll see.' He reached for the tube and 
anointed the boy's arse and his own prick. Jessica's eyes widened as she saw 
the weapon gleam. Rolling the boy over on his side, George pressed against 
his back, hugging him, kissing his neck and shoulders, and feeling his chest 
muscles. Then he reached down and pressed his cock against the tight, nervous 
anus. 'Strain back as if you were about to shit,' he said, and the cock slipped 
easily into the virgin bum. A shout of pain, but George knew his stuff and 
shoved hard in and out, until the pain was replaced by a warm feeling of being 
full, very close to real pleasure.

Jessica hugged Rita tighter and shivered. 'Get's you, doesn't it?' said Rita.

George was in a hurry. He'd been holding himself in for an hour now, and was 
desperate. He reached under the boy, and had the satisfaction of feeling the 
prick hard again. 'I see...or rather feel, that you enjoy it after all.... It's a pity I 
won't be able to hold out long, but you're so young and handsome, I nearly 
cream looking at you, let alone fucking you in the arse. Now I'm going to ram 
you like you rammed me!' And so he did, smacking his thighs harder and 
faster against the hard bottom, ramming his prick home all the way, removing 
it to the knob, and ramming again. The boy moaned and panted with pleasure, 
and George climaxed. For the first time, Laurence knew the hot rush of spunk 
into his innards: his prick was hard and he wanked at it as the penetrating prick 
finally came to rest.

'Now, don't you wank that off. I know my wife would want you and I could 
see you looking at her body just now. Let's take the brandy next door and see 
if we can get some hetero sex to round the evening off. Let's cut ourselves off 
some female arse.

Next door George offered them a drink. Jessica accepted but Rita smiled and 
said there was something else she wanted first, and grasped Laurence by the 
prick as he stood by the bed. Pulling him towards her she took his staff into 
her mouth. As she sat on the edge of the bed, he reached down to the tits he 
had so lusted after when watching her suck Jessica off. He took his prick from 
her mouth, and rubbed it up and down the cleavage of her bosom, 
experiencing the softness of her skin and the firmness of her flesh. He pressed 
the breasts together, increasing the friction as his cock ran up and down. 
'Laurence, I want your lovely cock in me. You've fucked my husband, now 
fuck me while he watches.'

She pulled him to the bed, and straddled him as he lay on his back. Jessica 
giggled, and held the prick upright while her new friend lowered herself onto 
it. Arms around each other, George and Jessica settled back to watch the fun. 
Rita was quite wild, riding up and down on the pretty man's cock, fondling his 
nipples, and whispering sweet obscenities in his ear. George couldn't help 
admiring her arse, which he knew so well, as it bounced about, opening and 
closing to reveal and hide her arsehole as she rode up and down. He'd known 
it for six years, but familiarity had made him forget what a marvellous round, 
firm bottom it was. Now seeing her shag a lovely young man he was again 
struck by its sexiness. He was getting hard.

Jessica noticed, and was stroking his cock. Forgetting the sex going on beside 
him, He fixed his mouth to one of the teenager's lovely hemispheres, sucking 
the whole of the aureole and some of the breast  too. She grabbed his hand and 
roughly applied it to her mound; he felt the lips open with desire, and running 
his hand up her slit met the clit, hard like a little nipple. She was bathed in the 
juices of her orgasm with Rita and the new excitement of this group sex. Her 
hand felt his rampant cock, anticipating the delight of having it up and in her. 
'Fuck me, darling George. Fuck me like Laurence is fucking Rita.'

So George lay down on his back and the tall, slim girl impaled herself on him. 
Taking her weight on her flexed legs, she jigged up and down. George lay 
back motionless enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of this 
athletic girl's cunt. He lay back and through slit eyes watched her firm tits 
bounce up and down, the hard, little nipples describing circles like the tassels 
of a stripper, he thought. 'Jesus,' he thought, 'we should have done this years 
ago. We've wasted six years. And look how Rita is enjoying her vigorous 
young fucker.'

Jessica was more sexually excited than ever before in her short life. She was 
looking at the strong, fit body beneath her, and the handsome boy beside her. 
The tits of her Aunt Rita bouncing about. How she'd enjoyed the feel of them 
on her own tits as they made love! These thoughts led her to redouble her 
efforts, her wet cunt sliding easy on the stiff weapon. Beside her Rita was in 
orgasm, shrieking obscenities at her lover as she milked spunk from him. This 
triggered Jessica, who came , more silently but just as strongly, her face a 
mask of passion. George reached up to fondle her tits as she came, and feeling 
the spasm of her vagina gripping, releasing, gripping again his cock, he too 
came. The spunk splashed into her, and as she continued to ride him, flowed 
from her cunt, all inter-mixed with her own.

All four collapsed in a promiscuous tangle of limbs, male and female.

Anon, Rita poured herself a brandy, and spoke to the dozing lovers. 'Well, I 
feel like going to bed with my own husband after all that. Come on, George, 
come to bed with me next door. We'll leave these two young things to 
continue their revels. Now, you two, make sure you leave the curtain where it 
is, so we can watch you and get George up again! Promise?'

'Yes, Aunt Rita. And leave yours so we can watch you.'

In the next room, Rita took her man in her arms. 'George, I lust for you, you 
old sodomite. Fuck me. Fuck your little dyke. Fuck me like an eighteen year 
old.'

George entered her and slowly, forcefully fucked her, with long , slow strokes. 
As he felt her first orgasm approach he speeded up, only to revert to the slow, 
hard motion until her second began. Then fast again, and after the climax slow 
and thorough until her third climax, when again fast and furious. Slow again, 
and with her fourth she wept with utter joy, tears welling up and streaming 
down her face. Next door, the youngsters watched, kissed tenderly, and 
learned. They started to fuck again. But Rita and George were not watching. 
This time George came with Rita and they fell asleep in each others' arms.

                                                      

