“What shall we do with it now?” asked Sara.
She and Natasha each had a hand on his cock, which had just been brought back to hardness by Natasha’s sexy little mouth.
“I think you need it, Sara.” Natasha sounded concerned for her friend, whose energy level was in the stratosphere, the orgasm Natasha had just given her having apparently merely whetted her appetite for more.
‘The little sexpot,’ thought Mike for the fifth, sixth or sixteenth time in the short while he’d known her. That was his main connection with her of course, the thing that had instantly attracted them to each other he realised, reaching across the best part of four decades of age, and who knew what other differences. They were both highly sexed. In their first afternoon after meeting they’d fucked five times, Mike had finally counted up. That was if you counted the two-and-a-half hour marathon that had run away with Friday afternoon as two fucks, one per orgasm, which he supposed he should.
Sara was a pretty generous person, he reflected, his mind wandering in the latest sexual haze that was starting to envelop him as the girls played with his cock. She really had devoted the evening’s show to Natasha, so far. Frankly, he really hoped she’d decide to demonstrate a hot fuck to her next. Bound as he was to the big coffee table, hoping was all he could do, but as it happened his luck was in.
“I suppose I do need it, really,” Sara was saying, “I’m starting to get a bit trembly, it’s been a while since this morning and a proper fuck is different from a lezzie cum.” She smiled at her beautiful friend. “Though it was brilliant, but just, you know, not quite as satisfying. And you make me randier, if anything. I can’t stop touching you, you’re so gorgeous.” She smiled as she stroked her spare hand down Natasha’s back and onto her pert little ass.
It was true, Mike thought: Sara had been touching Natasha almost non stop since they took their clothes off. Even during the massage she’d often eased her elbow out to brush Natasha’s slender arm. Now Sara had automatically slid her hand round Natasha’s little waist and then down to her bush, where she’d immersed her fingers in the hairs again.
“Would you like to see a straight fuck - you know, watch?” Sara asked, to Mike’s huge relief as Natasha was nodding her head. “What would you like to see? Mike is quite versatile, I’ve found out already.” She laughed.
“I’d really like to.” Natasha was more decisive than usual. ”Just an ordinary missionary one could we? I’d like to be touching you while it’s happening, and feel you? It’s not the same for you, is it? Not, you know, like it was for me this morning.”
“Girls,” Mike interrupted in a slightly urgent tone, “don’t waste it, if you want this lot…”
“God!” said Sara hastily pulling her hand off his cock and grabbing Natasha’s wrist to pull hers off as well, “you’re like the Duracell Bunny.” They all smiled together.
“Do you think we should untie him, Tashie?” Sara’s eyes were dancing, the little tease.
“Weeeelll, I don’t know,” Natasha picked up the mood in a flash, “can we trust him?”
She’d opened her eyes wide in mock horror, then laughed. She seemed to have caught some of Sara’s confidence. Well she did have confidence anyway, Mike thought, on some levels if not others: he’d bet that she’d never once liked someone and not been liked back.
“I think we can trust him to fuck me,” giggled Sara, starting on his straps. Natasha started on another, and in a moment Mike was able to stand and stretch. He looked at the two teens, feeling a bit different. Automatically, he moved towards Sara and her fantastic little body.
Sara moved towards him and then his arms were round her, his hands under her ass and he was lifting her, rubbing her swollen vulva over his swollen cock and kissing her neck, his nose in her long blonde hair.
“Tashie…” he said, the first time he’d called her this; it felt nice. “The cushions, would you…?” he was looking at the coffee table then at the floor. Natasha quickly slid the cushions off the table and lined them up on the floor, then knelt down next to them. Mike was already lowering Sara onto them, on her back.
Sara held her legs wide open as Mike moved his cockhead to her slit. Natasha was watching with rapt attention as he smeared it along the length of her labia to lube it, smeared it back, and then pressed it in. It slid to the hilt in one smooth motion.
“It’s not normally as easy as that,” he said to Natasha, “normally I would move it in and out, just going a bit deeper each time.” His voiced sounded a bit strangled as Sara’s pussy clenched round his cock. She was close already. He’d kept his arms straight so Natasha could see between their abdomens. “And maybe there’d be a lot more foreplay.”
“God,” said Natasha. “It just disappeared! It’s a bit like a conjuring trick.”
“Hold onto me so you can feel,” said Sara, gasping, “my tit or something, anywhere you like.” Natasha lay down on her side and slid an arm in below Mike’s, putting her hand over one of Sara’s very erect nipples. Mike could see her delicate hand close over the tit, sensing it, then open her fingers so the nipple poked through, and then close her fingers to squeeze it slightly. Was that instinct? He tried to remember if he’d seen Sara do that; he didn’t think so.
Mike started pumping his cock slowly out, then back in, his eyes locked on Sara’s, her pupils huge in her wonderful grey irises. Her nose, he noticed for the first time for some reason, was so perfect you didn’t notice it. It was just there, between her gorgeous eyes and her gorgeous wide mouth with its turned-up corners. When his cock was back in, he pushed slightly, and Sara’s body moved an inch against the cushions, then moved back again as he withdrew.
The next in-stroke he pushed right in and then moved his pelvis around, left then right. The next time he moved it up and down, then the next time he moved it round in a circle. He could feel Sara’s strong cunt pulsating, getting grippy.
“Now I’m going to squash her clit, you won’t see it…” He bent his elbows and his chest lowered onto Natasha’s hand. His pelvis rose up and quickly dropped down again, then again, and then he was fucking hard. He managed to grip one of Sara’s shoulders, the one not on Natasha’s side, to keep her on the cushions.
The fabulous sensation of Sara’s pussy reached bursting point in less than a minute, and then they were both cumming, grunting and gasping as he spurted into her desperate young body, Sara thrusting back. A few final thrusts and it was over, they were in their post-orgasmic daze, half smiling and half panting. Mike looked at Natasha, right next to his face; she was wide-eyed.
“God, that was epic!” she said, her voice low and throaty, “but so quick!”
“We needed it Tashie,” Sara spoke, “that’s why. We really needed it.” She stretched her arm out on the floor and Natasha moved herself onto it, understanding that Sara was including her. Mike waited for a cue whether to hug her as well, got one without even knowing quite what it was, and put his arm round her too. She snuggled against them as Mike shifted a little and Sara pulled her gorgeous thighs in under him. Mike kissed Natasha on the tip of her nose, and she kissed him on the mouth, before kissing Sara.
They rested together for a few minutes, breathing with nobody saying anything, until Mike could feel Sara getting hot. He rolled off and she rolled over towards Natasha, lightly hugging her again. They were lips to lips, teen tits to teen tits, mons to mons, almost, with Natasha being a couple of inches taller. Most of Mike’s view was of Sara’s very shapely back: lean and with quite a lot of muscle on it, the so-feminine dip into her waist, then the rise up her pelvis to her hip; her glutes were also in perfect condition: lean and firm. And that even tan all over. Natasha’s slender arm draped over, hardly any muscle to be seen on it, with that fine skin.
Mike played with Sara’s thick blonde hair while he pondered, running his fingers through it and sniffing it. He regretted fucking Natasha, that was so wrong in hindsight - he hadn’t had the kind of relationship with her to go with it. But he didn’t want to apologise again in case it made it seem like a big deal, and started her worrying her about it. She didn’t seem to be worrying now, anyway.
Sara had set it up and Natasha had seemed to accept the whole thing straight away, as part of her relationship with Sara. And that relationship, what was that? Even though the two girls had hardly spoken before this morning, Sara had started touching her and then ‘insisted’ on having sex with her, and yet that was a trusting relationship. Natasha had even said straight away to him, when he’d asked, ‘I trust her’.
Well so did he, in fact. So had he, with the bondage thing just now. And as his pervy little secrets had come out and she hadn’t cared at all, he’d been learning to trust her enough to be himself.
Natasha’s words from earlier floated back ito his consciousness, he’d stored them away to bring out later. ‘A bit creepy’ she’d said. That hurt. He had to accept it, Natasha’s perceptions were so pure, there wasn’t a single molecule of malice in her whole beautiful body. Creepy. Ugh. Well, he had been hadn’t he? Always perhaps, but anyway with her: trying to fake a relationship, making advances while keeping himself secret. Spying on her. And Natasha had responded to it, instinctively, by keeping her distance.
Sara hadn’t cared about it because she had no fear of it. She didn’t expect him to be anything in particular. And because of that he’d behaved differently with her anyway. A virtuous circle, in a naughty sort of way, he grinned to himself. People didn’t do things to
Sara, that was the thing, perverts or anyone else. There was only one force in Sara’s life and it was her own, a forcefield of energy that was just built in, radiating out. He could imagine the midwife saying as she delivered Sara from her mother’s womb: “She’s confident isn’t she?”.
He laughed to himself at the thought. Sara rolled over towards him, onto her back. “What are you laughing about?”
“You, gorgeous,” he replied without thinking, “and the effect you have on me.”
“Ooh what’s that?” she asked, teasing again, her sexy little hand sliding over to his cock. In an instant it was hard, big and throbbing, and Sara was moving.
She transformed effortlessly onto her hands and knees, bringing Natasha in underneath her as though by thought control. She didn’t need to say anything to Mike either, he was on his knees behind her, and without having to touch his cock he eased his pelvis forward and it slid into her. God, it was so natural.
He pressed all the way in and she tilted her pelvis to take the full length. He felt her amazing cunt shimmer round it as he put his hands on her back, feeling delicious lats muscle on the sides of her ribcage. Mike peered over her shoulder to smile at Natasha, and she smiled back, a real sharing smile. How appropriate, Mike thought: they were going to share Sara the way Natasha had been shared that morning.
Mike started slowly, fucking her with his full length, pausing briefly at each end of the stroke. He could see Natasha’s narrow, delicate hands round Sara’s neck and her fingers stroking it lightly.
They fucked gently like this for a while, lost in the moment. Mike’s mind ranged happily over the girls, their lovely bodies and personalities, and their relationship.
An image formed in his mind of the two faces below him on the other side of the lovely blonde hair: large grey eyes gazing into the large green eyes, all four pupils wide with desire, and he had to make an effort not to cum suddenly on his own. He looked away for a few seconds, then was able to bring his gaze back to Sara, whose long blonde hair was now being combed by Natasha’s fingers. He could feel Sara’s powerful pussy was within range of a cum, if he wanted, pulsating with a vibrating effect like something about to explode.
He felt fingers brush his balls, then heard a big gasp from Sara. Natasha starting on her clit, he realised. Then a finger, quite a determined finger, pressed onto his cock and slid into Sara’s pussy with it. On the next outstroke it disappeared, then Sara gave a long groan and was cumming. Mike, not able to do anything but go along with it and enjoy the ride, pumped hard and fast, his own orgasm starting immediately. Then he pressed in, feeling the incredible sensations of Sara’s amazing pussy milking his sperm for her body. A few more strokes and they had finished; they were still, panting hard. Even Natasha was gasping.
Mike rans his hands gently down Sara’s back, savouring the taper and her golden skin. He noticed Natasha’s tight little pelvis and her delicious slender thighs sticking out from under Sara’s body. Neat little bush, but quite bushy. He liked it.
The time! He’d better check, he realised, before the girls got him going again.
He gently withdrew from Sara and went over to his desk. 7:15, it was late. He turned back to the girls, to see Sara already with her face in Natasha’s crotch. Natasha was starting to gasp, writhing as Sara expertly ate her. Mike flopped in his chair to watch the incredible sexy scene, Natasha’s abdomen, pelvis and upper thighs wrapped in thick blonde hair, moving somehow both separately and together with Sara’s head.
Natasha started to moan, “urrh”, then Sara slid up her, braced her feet on the floor, slid her arms round Natasha’s shoulders, and rolled both of them over. Now Natasha was on top, with Sara’s slightly bent leg between hers, her meaty thigh pressing on her clit. Natasha humped it rapidly, Mike watching the surface of her slender back ripple with the muscles’ contractions as her lithe young body strived to satisfy its craving. In a minute she was there, her moans getting louder and louder until with one drawn-out ‘urrh’ her whole body went rigid, held itself rigid for several seconds, and then collapsed onto Sara beneath her. Mike let a couple of minutes pass and then stood up, saying it was time to get going.
This time they all got dressed, and Mike offered them a lift home. When they got to the car he let them open their own doors, and drove off towards Natasha’s house, on the same side of town but out in the country. In the lane outside her house Natasha gave him a kiss on the lips and a touch round the neck, had a quick snog with Sara, then went off down her driveway, both Mike and Sara watching her walk gracefully out of sight. Mike knew they were both thinking the same thing. He drove Sara back to the end of her road. “Don’t kiss me,” he said like last time. He needed to get back.
“Aren’t you going to see me safe to the door?” asked Sara as she was getting out, apparently serious. Yes okay, of course he was if she put it like that, how could he not? As she well knew he thought, getting out after her, the little minx. He would have to be strong, whatever her plan was.
They walked along the pavement, a street of large houses with big gardens. It was getting dusk but the street lights weren’t on yet as Sara steered them into a drive with a big house on the right hand side, and an old brick wall with an archway on the left. Mike started to hang back, already having gone further than he’d intended and waiting for Sara to say goodnight, but she’d put her arm through his and kept going determinedly towards the arch. Short of wrestling with the nubile teen in the front garden of her parents’ house, he had to go along. Christ, her parents were probably younger than him. At least the curtains were drawn, and he hadn’t seen any of them moving.
Why hadn’t he driven her down? Just being near her completely stopped him thinking clearly. Because she’d opened the car door and started getting out, he realised, that’s why. It was a setup.
Immediately beyond the arch was a brick building that looked like a converted stables and hayloft with, at the far end, a wooden staircase running up the outside. Sara headed towards it. “Nearly there,” said Sara, “are you coming in for a look?”
“No thanks,” said Mike quickly, “I have to get back.” They had reached the bottom of the staircase.
“OK,” said Sara conceding surprisingly easily, “thanks ever so much for bringing me back, and looking after me and everything.” Mike was just starting to register the schoolgirl words, which Sara had delivered in a slightly breathless little-girl voice, as her strong little hands reached his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
He didn’t want to physically push her off, so he kissed her back, but without putting his hands round her. The schoolgirl act had started a little reaction in the back of his mind, but he was acutely conscious of the lawn that he’d seen behind him, and the windows in the back of the main house overlooking both it and them.
Then too fast for him to react Sara had moved: one hand had whisked from his neck onto his cock, gripping it through his trousers, and her gorgeous, irresistible thighs had wrapped themselves round one of his legs. Instantly his cock swelled. His awareness of lawns, windows and outraged parents started to fade.
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