How to Choose a Secretary, Chapter 12

Mike lay quietly, being cuddled by his two gorgeous teenage secretaries.

For some reason the erection he’d had while watching them do their long, sensuous 69 had gone down to some kind of 90% state where his cock was big but slightly soft, and his balls were tingling but not in control of his mind.

The girls, even Sara, seemed to have run out of energy, finally, after a long day of sun, sand, sea and sex. He found himself mulling things over.

He stroked Natasha’s delectable, slender body. She’d only ever had sex with him and Sara - quite a lot of sex now, and all in the last few days.

Even Sara, the total sexpot, had only had sex with two people before him and Natasha: two of her teachers, a man and a woman, and they had taught her well, giving her the most positive sex education she could possibly have had. Not to say, the most thorough, he grinned. And although that might have seemed lucky, Sara had made it happen, more or less blackmailing them into showing her. And then they had fallen for her, just like he had, and Natasha had.

Natasha was looking at him, her amazing green eyes on him from only a few inches away. He felt his own pupils widen automatically, knowing they were telling her something. Something that he would never have allowed to leak out last week.

He smiled at her. “How long was it before Sara started chasing you, on Monday? Yesterday.”

“Well it was straight away,” Natasha was still surprised, “she came in, at nine o’clock, you know, and said hello again she was Sara and she’d got the job. Well I knew that ‘cos I put my head round the door to say goodbye on Friday and you were, you know, screwing her.”

Natasha’s face showed a moment’s embarrassment, then she smiled. “Well I know what that feels like now. Anyway she put her hand out to shake hands, looking at me quite, you know, hard, and then she wouldn’t let my hand go. I didn’t know what was going on.”

“I was just smitten,” Sara was awake too, “just right away. The thing was, after Martine I knew about girl sex and I knew she liked me. It was just…there.”

“Well it’s true,” admitted Natasha, “I just looked at you and thought ‘oooh’, straight away. I thought that on Friday, even. But I’d never have started anything, I didn’t know about doing anything, I’d never even kissed anybody, properly, so when you kept hold of my hand it didn’t seem right.” She was talking to both of them now. “So then I tried to get my hand back, and you wouldn’t let go, and then you even grabbed my other one, and you were so strong, you know, and I suddenly felt funny.

”I mean I knew you weren’t going to hurt me, I trusted you, already, straight away, and it was like I was in one of my fantasies…” she stopped, having revealed a little bit more than she’d intended.

“Fantasises about being helpless and controlled?” asked Mike.

“I suppose so,” Natasha was a bit reluctant still, “when I use my vibrator, you know, it’s one of the things I imagine, that I’m having sex and orgasms and everything but it’s not my fault ‘cos I can’t help it. Yesterday it was scary, in a way, Sara was so strong and so…determined…I knew I’d just have to do whatever she wanted. But the things she wanted were probably about my body, you know, sex, everyone seems to want that, and they were naughty things that I could never do on my own, you know, or go along with, even. “

“You feel OK about it though?” he asked, “being turned on by it, with us?”

“I feel so OK about everything with you, both of you. I wanted Sara straight away, to be close to her, with her. I didn’t know too much about what she was going to do though, that was all a bit of a surprise, being chased and tied up and everything, and given to you as well…”

She went quiet, and Mike started to think about the significance of that last thing she’d said. Was that how she saw it? And was it how it had been, in fact? And if so, was it bad?

He woke to find daylight coming in through the roof windows. They had all dropped off to sleep together, in the middle of the conversation, and slept the night through. He had been expecting to spend the night fucking. Now however he had his regular morning woody and Sara lying next to him, facing him; he gently stroked a hand over her hip and she snuggled up to him, pressing her bush against his hard cock.

He kissed her and she rolled over onto her back, pulling him onto her. She wriggled sideways slightly to made a bit of room to Natasha, and her gorgeous thighs opened. In a movement that was becoming more and more automatic Mike’s cock slid into her creamy pussy and they were fucking, a gentle, sleepy fuck cradling each other, ending in a quiet cum perhaps twenty minutes later. What a way to wake up, Mike thought.

The fuck seemed to have woken Sara up completely. “Gym before breakfast?” she asked, and they all ran naked down the stairs outside, once Mike had checked the clock to see that Sara’s parents would be safely on their way to work.

“We can do real sunbathing later on,” said Sara, pushing the sunlamp out of the way so they could all do stretches on the mat. Mike couldn’t keep his eyes off Natasha, seeing her in this new activity and her supple young body flexing effortlessly. She didn’t even try the bar exercises, both she and Sara knowing she didn’t have the arms for it, but she ran elegantly along the balance beam and had a bounce on the trampoline. She was pretty good, Mike thought, she had great natural balance and strong legs for her weight, but she was a lot more tentative than Sara.

After Mike had had a go on the bar and Sara had finished her routine they went back up to the bedsit, feeling good. Sara steered Mike into the shower with Natasha while she started coffee and put the croissants and pain au chocolat in the oven. Mike washed Natasha’s gorgeous slender body, paying particular attention to her pert teen tits and her very sensitive labia. It felt like a huge privilege, gliding his hands over her and performing the service for her, such an intimate service. Then Natasha washed him with her narrow, delicate hands, finishing off with his cock and paying particular attention to his foreskin, as though she’d done foreskins in Biology or something, he smiled to himself. He ended up with Natasha stroking his large erect cock.

He looked into her gorgeous green eyes, with the brown flecks and the long, long lashes. Her pupils were huge. She pulled him into a kiss and then slid her hands down his back, onto his ass, before pulling him to her. She thrust her pelvis at him, international body language for ‘fuck me’.

The shower was too small, so they went over to the bed and Natasha lay down on her back, with her arms outstretched.

“I don’t know what’s come over me,” she smiled at him, “it must be all the being naked and everything…”

Mike licked her pussy and clit for a minute to make sure she was fully ready for his big cock, then entered her slowly over a dozen or so thrusts, as he had before. Her small pelvis wasn’t really a problem, even though it looked a bit improbable that his cock could fit in it, but he couldn’t just slide in as he could into Sara. Well Sara wanted sex in such an uncomplicated way, he thought, she just loved being entered and fucked, that was perhaps a factor too. Anyway, now here he was buried to the hilt in Natasha’s pussy, and it felt fabulous, elastic and creamy, her whole beautiful body reacting to every movement,

He had his arms round her, and her breathing in his ear. Every thrust in, the press at the bottom, the out-stroke, the pause, every little part of the fuck brought a reaction he could feel. He started a slow, gentle rhythm, sensing her react more strongly with each stroke.

Still tuned to Sara’s more powerful pussy, and his view of Natasha as an innocent he supposed, he was caught by surprise when in only two or three minutes she started cumming, thrusting against him and making her delicious ‘urrh urrh urrh’ sounds in his ear. His cock had missed it too, still slightly desensitised from his fuck with Sara not long before, and he hadn’t cum. Plus, making allowances for himself he thought, Natasha’s cunt did not squeeze and vibrate quite like Sara’s. He stayed hard inside her and waited a couple of minutes for her pussy to get over the orgasm.

He looked at her beautiful young face as he started again, making sure that she wanted another round. She did. She smiled her brilliant smile at him, and he felt her hands on his back urging him on. Then as he got under way her expression changed and she was out of it, like him, her awareness given over to sex.

He fucked her with a bit more urgency this time, getting over his irrational fear that her slender frame and superfine skin might be damaged by anything more than the lightest of touches. He ramped up the fucking, giving her a long stroke and winding up the pace. She got more and more excited, he was quite surprised, thrusting back and writhing under him. The transformation from quiet virgin-esque girl to teen sexpot was quite something.

Mike kept up the cumming stroke and this time he was ready, Again, it didn’t take long, even though it was her second time, and he came with her, a glorious feeling, he kept his eyes open so he could see the girl he was pumping his sperm into, and that did add to it, as he knew it would. It was a very special feeling.

“Breakfast, you sexy pair,” said Sara, standing right next to them. She stroked along his back with her fingers, ending on Natasha’s hand which was still on his back. They got up and went over to the table.

Naked breakfast with the croissants and pain au chocolat brought back the holiday feeling from the day before: Mike could feel the anticipation of the day ahead, which they would spend together having fun, one way or another. Sara dived into the shower while Mike washed up and Natasha dried. Sara emerged towelling her long blonde hair, then she put the towel down and shook her hair out; she looked fantastic, in a wild sort of way. They congregated next to the bed, touching, and Sara pulled Natasha into a long, sexy kiss, then pushed Mike, whose ever-ready cock was starting to react to the enticing sight, onto the bed. “Just a quickie, I need it after watching you nail Tashie twice like that.”

Sara’s body felt irresistible, as always, and Mike fucked her in a state of joy, It was hard to take in, these two young girls, so desirable, As he fucked one, she was the most gorgeous in the world, and then when he was fucking the other, she was too. He pumped Sara at a medium pace for about ten minutes, then when they were in range of the orgasm he just kept on going and took them straight into it. When it was over he found Natasha had lain down next to them and he and Sara pulled her into a sexy group hug.

“What shall we do today?” asked Sara.

“I really need to change my clothes.” Natasha was apologetic.

“Let’s go shopping then,” Sara said immediately, “I want to flaunt you two round town, and I’ve got a look in mind you’ve just got to try!”

They got dressed, Mike in his same old shirt and trousers, Natasha in her miniskirt and blouse, and Sara in a stretch miniskirt with a shortie sleeveless T-shirt that showed about an inch of her firm, tanned abdomen and small waist. The T-shirt went exactly to the ends of her shoulders and stopped, emphasising them and their straightness. It made her tits look bigger too, the way it hung from them and round them, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra; it created the idea of running a hand up from her exposed tummy to fondle them inside the fabric.

She brushed her long, thick blonde hair and stuck a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses in it. With her tan and not a trace of makeup she looked utterly, effortlessly sexy and classy. Natasha with her glossy brown hair, thick and wavy, looked her usual beautiful self; no makeup for her either. They both glowed from the sun and the sex. Other women wore makeup in the hope of looking a bit like these two.

The girls both wore trainers, and moved beautifully in them. Mike far preferred them to heels. Not only because the way they moved made such a difference, but also because the low heel gave them proper calves: both teens had legs curving beautifully outwards again below the knee. Plus the sports they did, he mused. They were going to get looked at in town.

Mike was faintly anxious about his role in their trip though Not that he wanted to be left behind, he was totally in his follow-that-miniskirted-teen mode again. But what was he supposed to be doing on a girlie shopping expedition? Was he there to protect them from unwanted attention? He’d never been in a serious fight in his life. Was there one of Sara’s tricks waiting for him? He would have to be on his guard.

He sat opposite them on the bus, their thighs in his peripheral vision. He could have fucked both of them again already, he could feel his cock would be up for it in spite of having cum three times this morning. The sex didn’t seem to have taken anything out of the girls, either. He wondered if the absence of stress about it was making a difference, it was just no big deal any more. Certainly motivation was a factor, he could feel a powerful instinctive drive to pump his sperm into their gorgeous young bodies, the more frequently the better.

“We should make it a style morning,” Sara was addressing both of them in her normal clear voice, not loud but not caring who overheard either. “You’re OK for money aren’t you Tashie?” Natasha nodded as Sara continued. “Mike, can we choose a couple of things for you to buy?”

Mike hesitated, not sure he wanted the girls to be dressing him, mutton dressed as lamb perhaps, but Sara effortlessly ramped up the pressure: “Just trousers or jeans and a shirt you know, some shades, just to finish us off, the last bit of the film star with his starlets.” She laughed at her normal uninhibited volume, finishing off the effect they’d had of making every last person in the bus aware of them. Mike capitulated, hoping if he did Sara might go quiet for a bit. “OK,” he said, “time I had a few new things anyway.”

He was aware quite that a few people hade been looking at the girls, but surreptitiously. Nobody had made it obvious. Natasha had made to smooth her short skirt down and been stopped at once by Sara: “We starlets don’t touch our clothes Tashie, we’re more confident than that, OK? Fit and forget. You look gorgeous.”

They got off in the middle of town and Sara steered them immediately to a menswear shop. She checked his size and in ten minutes had picked three pairs of jeans for him to try. Mike was braced for a battle with her over coming into the changing cubicle, afraid she planned to get hold of his cock and fuck him there, but she let him go in on his own. After modelling the jeans he kept on the ones she wanted, which didn’t look that special to Mike despite their absurd price, and they moved to the shirts. Five minutes later they emerged from the shop with his old clothing in a bag and Mike wearing a tight-fitting pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt that he had to admit looked alright.

A visit to an accessories shop saw both him and Natasha equipped with sunglasses. They were expensive and Mike worried briefly about the money Natasha paid, but then remembered how much he was paying her, and that she was living at home. She’d casually paid by card, from a huge fund of disposable income. Quite right, he smiled to himself; he enjoyed the idea of her good circumstances. The world ought to be arranged to make sweet teenage girls happy.

They came to a dress shop, one Sara had evidently been working towards, and Sara linked his arm and steered him in with them. He tried to think what role it might be best to assume, father of one of them or something, but Sara busted him straight away: “Come and see these panties, they’ll look so sexy on her.” Mike couldn’t help glancing at the two assistants but they seemed if anything quite admiring. He squared his shoulders and decided to see it through, following his teen sexpot’s confident example. Perhaps the film star look was working after all. Certainly anyone in the company of these girls had to start with something to his credit, since ninety-nine percent of men would kill to be in his position. Old enough to be their father or not.

Sara grabbed a pair of white panties described as boy-cut. They looked pretty conservative to Mike, like very thin skin-tight shorts with just an inch of leg. “These go with the dress,” she said, as she headed for the bra section where she likewise knew exactly what she was after. Mike and Natasha followed, barely in time to see a white lacy bra whisked off the stand, then into the summer dresses where Sara lifted off a pale blue dress that had vertical folds all the way down. Mike could see immediately the material was very lightweight, and it was very short.

“Come and try it Tashie, this is going to be so right, only you could pull it off, honestly,” Sara was saying as they disappeared off into the changing area. He could hear some protesting from Natasha but she reappeared in it with Sara at her elbow. The dress hung on straps and ended about an inch below her crotch. It had a lot of space in it and blew about as she moved, the folds allowing the thin fabric to billow this way and that. A puff of wind would expose her panties completely. Mike saw why the boy-cut panties had to be part of it. The supple fabric moulded itself round her pert tits.

Her white bra and panties were just faintly visible through the dress, and when Sara navigated her towards the window Mike could see her fabulous slender figure outlined against the light. Her gorgeous legs seemed to go on forever, the illusion created by the dress finishing where it did.

“I can’t go round town in this, Sara, everyone will stare, boys will whistle and get in the way, all those things, honestly!” Natasha was pleading with her forceful friend as they came back over.

“No they won’t Tashie, you’ll see, we’ll be so far out everyone will just look a bit, not stare. Honestly. Trust me, gorgeous, it’ll all be different. We’ll be talking to each other and they’ll be admiring you. You won’t be their victim any more, anyone who gets out of line we’ll put them down, you’ll see. Being beautiful gives you power over them.”

Natasha gave way under the onslaught and they left the shop with her wearing the outfit. “Sandals, we need,” said Sara, “and cowboy boots for you Mike,” and they walked the few shops along to the shoe shop that Sara had undoubtedly planned, Mike realised. On the way there was indeed a lot less staring than he’d expected. For himself he’d hung back just so he could watch Natasha: in motion she was more fabulous than ever, the dress giving tantalising glimpses of the panties yet without it being indecent or slutty, and the square shape of the panties looked perfect on her. The more he looked at her finely muscled runner’s legs the more he loved them.

As they left the shoe shop with all of them now in the outfits Sara wanted, she gave her final instructions: “Head up Tashie, be beautiful and talk to me. We’re going to do the tour and then have coffee in the square. We’re going to be admired, not hassled. Don’t worry about your panties, they’re shorts, it doesn’t matter if people see them.”

Mike found himself following the orders too, holding his head up, with a beautiful expensively dressed girl on each arm talking animatedly across him. People looked, but didn’t stare. A few looked away, embarrassed by the two girls’ revealing outfits, others got an eyeful discreetly after they’d passed. Nobody challenged or was rude to them, even a group of boys that he suspected Natasha knew, judging by the way she clung harder to his arm when she saw them.

They sat down for coffee at a table in the square, and Mike found himself enjoying the situation. Sara looked gorgeous, classy and confident. Natasha looked beautiful and expensive. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror; he had to admit he was surprised by what he saw.

He found they were looking at people more than they were being looked at, and even when some bolder people did openly look at them, it was flattering not threatening. He looked at Natasha and saw that she seemed to be experiencing the same thing. She smiled at him, lighting up his world even more. “It’s all different. I used to get boys trying to talk to me, calling out at me, I used to go into shops just to get away. Now I’m like totally on show, it feels like I’m hardly wearing anything, and everyone’s leaving me alone.”

“Admiring you from afar Tashie,” said Sara, “you’re so beautiful, you’re out of reach. And you’re not looking like a victim any more. You look like a million dollars. At least. Billions.” She reached her hand over and stroked Natasha’s hand on the table, smiling at her affectionately. Or a bit more than affectionately, Mike thought, the lust was starting to build.

After the coffee they stood up to continue their tour of the town centre, the warm sunny day bringing people out in shorts and summer dresses. Mike had thought he could see a fresh twinkle in Sara’s big grey eyes over the coffee, and as they set off he found she was now in the middle, holding their hands. She gave his a squeeze and let go, some kind of signal it felt like, then she was guiding Natasha off to look in a shop window, a music shop. Well he wouldn’t have a clue about the music they liked. He moved across to a hifi shop opposite, keeping half an eye on them.

Sara put her hand round Natasha’s waist, pulling her close, Mike could see in the reflection, and Natasha reflexively put an arm round Sara’s shoulders. Then Sara was holding her too tight for her to put it back between them. They moved slowly along the window together, talking, and then set off down the street. They were clearly either sisters or lovers, and they didn’t look like sisters.

Mike followed at a distance, both curious and slightly anxious about what Sara was embarking on now. He could faintly hear Natasha’s quiet, husky voice protesting ineffectually, presumably about being outed as a lesbian in the middle of town, in her revealing new dress. People in the street reacted in different ways he saw; some looked away, some looked disapproving, some paid no attention, a few smiled at them. Quite a few looked at them after they’d passed by.

They came back to the square, where the group of boys was still hanging around. They looked about the same age as the girls, some of them quite big. Mike went tense. They were bored, emboldened by their numbers; there was no way they wouldn’t say something.

The girls headed slowly across the square, passing a few yards from the gang. “Lezzies!” called one of the boys just after they were past. Mike stopped, quite near them, not sure what to do. He felt weak, pathetic, and yet close to a rage. He’d never had any ability to impose himself physically, at all, he always avoided confrontations; yet at the same time he was consumed with the need to protect Sara and Natasha. He would dismember the entire gang, right there in the square, or stand hopelessly by.

He watched Sara stop, steer Natasha round towards the boys, then put her little hands round Natasha’s neck and pull her into a kiss. Natasha struggled briefly, then accepted the inevitable and returned the kiss. Sara’s little fingers worked on her neck, through her hair, the other arm pulling her close. It was pure sex. The boys goggled, quite a few other people too. After a few seconds Sara ended the kiss and towed Natasha directly towards the gang. Natasha was bright red but it was Sara who held everybody’s attention.

To Mike’s amazement the boys took half a step back, intimidated, starting to scatter almost. Sara stopped only two or three yards from them. “Girl on girl is very beautiful,” she informed them in her clear, carrying voice, very definite but with no hostility, “there’s nothing wrong with it.” The boys, even the mouth, said nothing. “She’s mine. OK? You can still have your girlfriends, can’t you?”

Everyone within earshot - quite a lot of people and every last one focussed on the scene before them - knew that the boys would be short of girlfriends. Boys that age hanging around together always were.

Sara turned, put arm round Natasha’s waist again, and walked off with her, in no rush.

Mike let out a long sigh, he’d been holding his breath. The boys clustered together, reassuring each other. “Fuck!” was the main word Mike could hear as he walked past them after his magnificent girls.

“God!” Natasha was saying as he caught up with them, “that was Brian Thorpe and his mates, they were always calling things out at me, standing in my way and everything, saying horrible things about what he’d like to do. God! And they didn’t say a word!”

“That’s all over now Tashie,” said Sara, “they know you’re out of their league now. What shall we do about lunch? Picnic on the lawn?”

They bought food on the way back, and as they walked through the arch into the back garden of her house Sara closed the wrought-iron gate that had been swung back against the wall, and locked it. “No-one comes on Wednesdays,” she said with that twinkle in her eyes, “no gardener or anything.”

Mike had one thing on his mind – he wanted to fuck Natasha in that dress. He’d been looking at her in it too long: walking around town, at the café, on the bus, and from the bus to Sara’s house. The way the dress swirled around, outlining her body, revealing and then hiding her panties, showing off those legs, her pert teen tits, she was just so naked inside it.

He wanted to fuck Sara too, but since he was pretty certain the dress was going to come off, either before during or after the picnic, that opportunity was now. He could fuck Sara later, as well.

It turned out Sara had the same idea.

She put her bags down and put one arm around Natasha’s slender little waist, moving her along the wall away from the gate. She pulled her into a kiss, and reached round behind her back. Then in a movement that Mike only just caught, she slid a little hand up inside Natasha’s sleeve and pulled it back out holding a bra strap. She stretched it over Natasha’s elbow and off her arm, then reached into the other sleeve and pulled out the entire bra. Natasha’s pert teen tits, their nipples erect, appeared behind the thin material of the dress. Natasha, gasping, then found her arms pulled behind her back and the bra tied round them. It had only taken a few seconds. Sara looked meaningfully at Mike, her eyes alight with fun.

“So, little girl!” Mike put on a gruff voice as he approached her, “it looks like you’re rather helpless, defenceless, and completely unable to stop me taking off your panties!” Natasha said “Oh!” in a whisper.

He reached for the waistband either side, only having to lift three or four inches of dress, and started to drag them down. He span out the process, taking half a minute to pull them below her crotch, listening to Natasha’s sexy gasping as Sara fondled her sensitive tits. He saw Sara was groping one through the dress and the other inside on her bare skin, having slid a hand up a sleeve again.

When the panties were finally off he stood back and slowly undressed himself. He felt more confident about that than he used to. His cock stood out, more than ready. He went up to Natasha and ran his hands up the outside of her delectable thighs, and onto her hips under her dress. To avoid lifting the dress he knelt down to run his hands lightly all the way up her chest, over her back, over her tits – Sara giving way briefly – and back down to her ass and round to her bush. He’d wanted to convey her nakedness under the loose, thin dress, and by the way Natasha looked, he’d succeeded. Her pupils were huge and her sexy little mouth was agape.

He ran a finger up the inside of her thigh and her legs opened. He slid the finger along her slit, bringing out a film of pussy juice, and then stood up. Sara twisted Natasha round by the shoulders and pressed them down, presenting her pert ass to him, then let go, leaving Natasha in his grasp with her hands tied behind her back.

Mike looked round and saw a step down in the paving, one of several leading down to the lawn behind them, a few inches lower. Just right. He moved backwards, pulling Natasha with him, and stepped down leaving Natasha on the higher paved level. She was bending over slightly, wearing only her sandals and her thin, ultra-short dress, now billowing out below her as the folds opened out. Sara came up in front of her and ran her little hands through her hair, pulling her head onto her shoulder.

“We’ve captured you, Tashie,” she whispered in her ear. “You’re going to get fucked by Mike’s great big, hard cock, deep in your innocent little pussy, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Ohhhh!” groaned Natasha, almost collapsing.

“Even though you’re still in your dress,” Sara continued, “the one you walked all round town in, among all those people. The dress isn’t going to save you from being fucked at all.” Natasha groaned again.

Mike gripped her hips to support her, and bent his knees to lower his cockhead to her pussy. Then, slowly, he stood up and his cock slid onto her, in one smooth movement. Her pussy was getting used to it. Natasha pulled at the bra binding her wrists, but made no impression on it. Mike lifted a foot to nudge hers apart a bit more, and she obediently spread them, letting him sink his cock in right to the hilt. He started to fuck her, in her summer dress.

It was going to be a job to make it last, Mike knew at once. Natasha was transported into her sex fantasies and ready to cum at any moment. She was quite highly sexed anyway, he was starting to think.

He himself was ready to cum already, the vision and feel of her was totally fabulous, her thick glossy hair round Sara’s chin, her narrow shoulders and back, tiny waist with the dress draped over it, and her gorgeous pert ass outlined by the thin fabric. It was important to him for some reason to fuck her within her dress and not lift it.

Her arms’ being tied behind her by the wrists made it even sexier, triggering all sorts of fantasies in his mind.

And her creamy, elastic pussy felt amazing round his cock, giving him a sensation he couldn’t think about in words, it was beyond description.

Not only all this, but Sara in front of him, her gorgeous face alive in her fun-filled, beautiful way, laughing with him at the fantasy they were acting out. She was stroking Natasha’s back, then her tits, and then she slid one hand down underneath and Mike knew she was running her sexy little fingers through Natasha’s bush.

He fucked slower and slower, tuning in to Natasha’s pussy and its subtle but increasing signals. Eventually he stopped moving and just held her, his cock deep in her, right on the brink of orgasm. He leaned forwards and kissed Sara, sharing a long, deep kiss with her. That finished him; he was going to cum.

Quickly he started thrusting into Natasha, longs strokes at a rapid pace, and saw Sara reach forward underneath and heard Natasha react as Sara did something to her clit.

“Urrh! Urrh! Urrh!” he heard as Natasha started cumming, and his cock was pumping his sperm frantically into her delectable young body, her pussy vibrating creamily around his shaft. He finished with a long push into her, feeling her body shuddering with the last spasms of her orgasm. They stood there for a moment, panting. He undid Natasha’s bra, freeing her wrists.

Mike felt a need to cuddle Natasha, but hesitated while he considered Sara; then without any particular organising they were all standing tight together in a cuddle, Mike feeling Natasha through her dress, and running his hand up Sara’s back under her T-shirt. They all kissed each other, as normal awareness gradually returned.

“Shall we picnic now?” asked Sara.