The sexy trio settled down to picnic on the far side of the lawn, out of sight of the gate and still hidden from the neighbouring houses by all the trees that surrounded the large garden.
Sara spread out a rug and casually stripped off her clothes, her evenly tanned teen body looking as through she spent a lot of time naked. It was a body in perfect condition and Mike hadn’t tired of admiring it: well-developed musculature, no fat at all, and not a wrinkle to be seen. Her skin had a lovely texture that felt gorgeous to the touch, and her proportions were totally exciting: the taper in from her shoulders to her waist was electrifying. His balls tingled with being near her, even five minutes after cumming in Natasha.
It made it even more special that when he looked at her he knew what she felt like to touch and fuck. It was as though pumping his sperm into her had become his entire mission in life.
Natasha slipped off her sandals and dress, revealing her incredible slender body. Mike feasted his eyes on her all over again: so delicate, so elegant, yet nothing bony about her; her narrow hips and shoulders saved from looking boyish by her miniscule twenty-one inch waist. Like Sara not long sixteen years old. He really should have had two cocks.
As they spread sun cream on each other Mike wished his body was young and smooth like theirs, but the girls didn’t seem to mind his wrinkles. He was lean, at least, and still had shoulders and a firm ass from his swimming and running. He would tan quickly, as well, if they were going to make a habit of this sort of thing…
His age was to some extent a necessary evil, anyway, he knew. If he’d been the same age as Sara and Natasha they clearly wouldn’t have had any interest in him: he’d have been one of the despised ‘boys’. Sara wouldn’t have tolerated a young man’s dreadful early efforts at copulating, and Natasha would have been completely turned off by any youthful insensitivity. At fifty-two, he was a lot more sensitive than he’d been when he was younger. More sensitive and more caring about other people’s feelings, having simply learned over those decades that other people felt the things he felt, to one degree or another.
They ate and sunbathed in the strong sunshine, a picnic with no crisps or Pringles, Mike registered with a smile, but plenty of salad, fruit and water. Sara didn’t get her perfect body by accident: she’d started with a gorgeous body and then worked at it.
He was planning to fuck her brains out the moment they finished eating.
When they finished they moved the plates onto the grass and gathered together on the rug, Mike with his cock growing, Natasha settling down to watch, and Sara pulling Mike onto her, badly in need after helping Natasha to get fucked in her dress when they came in from town. As usual, Sara’s idea of sex was a face-to-face fuck with his big cock sliding easily into her strong, wet young pussy and fucking her with a full stroke.
It was a very open and direct approach, he was thinking as he immersed himself in the amazing experience once again. Typical of her. She had no reticence or guilt about it, no fears, there was no protecting herself from him in any way; it was what she wanted and that was that. She gave herself so completely, opening her gorgeous thighs wide to let his cock all the way in to the last millimetre, her arms round his shoulders or her hands on his back, pulling him in.
It turned out to be two fucks, the first one lasting less than five minutes even with Mike’s best efforts, then they looked at Natasha and saw her dozing next to them, tired by the morning’s stresses, so they went straight into the second.
Mike had no trouble getting hard again after the first orgasm, he was finding the feel of Sara becoming more and more addictive. His cock in her pussy seemed such a perfect fit, the way she thrust back, wrapped round him, he really merged with her.
Not to mention the combination of her and Natasha. - Natasha who now seemed to be not so lesbian after all but getting more and more bisexual; more and more sexual, even.
He and Sara built slowly up to a second wonderful orgasm in the sunshine, his every-ready cock spurting into her potently squeezing pussy, then they dozed alongside Natasha.
Mike woke with Natasha climbing onto him. She was kissing him and laying on him, and yet again the change of gorgeous girl from one version to another supercharged his cock and produced another erection. Natasha slid her lithe young body down, impaled herself on him and rode him, very gently, for a long time. He’d started to learn her orgasms, sensed it coming, and came with her, watching her beautiful face. She lay her head on his shoulder and dozed off while he stroked her.
He checked the time – still only three thirty. He nudged Natasha half off him before he overheated, and pulled Sara to him on his other side. He lay there in the sunshine with his girls on either side, wondering whether he was fucked out or not.
He counted today’s sex: Sara when he woke, Natasha after the shower, Sara again, Natasha in her dress, Sara twice after eating, and now Natasha again. Seven fucks, and the day was only half gone. It was a bit absurd. Even now his cock wasn’t completely flaccid, it was bigger than normal even if it was soft. He wondered vaguely if his body had increased its blood volume to cope with the hours of erection he was having each day.
He didn’t feel too bad, considering, but could he sustain it? At fifty-two years old? It had been like this with Sara since Friday afternoon, and now Natasha seemed to be getting into it, three times today so far, and twice taking the initiative. It looked like he’d been wrong about her being mainly lesbian.
And was it good for him, health wise? He had no idea, though he did seem to remember reading something about stress being a factor in heart attacks for men who cheated. Well he didn’t have that problem, thanks to Tessa, but now he came to think about stress there was a faint worry starting in his mind; it was about Sara’s parents getting back from work.
He stroked Sara’s hair. “What time do your parents get back?”
“Mmmm, after four, quarter past, generally, what’s the time?”
He told her and they all got up and carried everything back up to the bedsit. It felt secure, Sara’s private place, and they could all be themselves there: nude, bisexual, fifty-two years old fucking sixteen years old, and as sex mad as they felt like. Yet clean-living, healthy, and positive he reflected. Incredibly positive. No alcohol, it suddenly dawned on him, never mind drugs, and no promiscuity either; nothing forced, fake, or damaging; just sexy fun between the three of them.
He gradually realised he was reviewing it because he was going to go home today; this particular adventure was coming to an end. He wanted some adult conversation again, with Tessa, each of them knowing the other so well and who Mick Jagger was.
He came back to the present to see that the girls had gravitated together and were standing touching and stroking each other. It was so natural, they really could not keep their hands off each other. That made perfect sense to him: they were both so beautiful, and they both loved touching and being touched.
He lay down on one side of the bed as they landed on the other, their legs intertwined, watching as they touched and fondled each other.
After a while Sara rolled over onto her back to include him in the action. She pushed a leg between his and he stretched his upper leg over her. He put his arm under her head and sniffed her hair, savouring its smell and the feel of it on his face. He barely noticed the transition until fabulous sensation started to flow from his cock through his bloodstream - he was fucking Sara again.
It was nice to fuck her with no urgency, taking time to savour different parts of her, look at her, and sniff her. It was curious how much aroma mattered, how there were differences between the girls, and how intimate and affectionate it was to draw their natural scents in.
Sara as ever radiated simple enjoyment of being fucked, her little hands on his back communicating her wishes, and her strong, creamy pussy communicating their journey towards orgasm, be it fast or slow, direct or with a plateau en route. This one had a good-sized plateau in it, minutes of glorious sensation to be treasured on many levels. And at the end, he knew, pumping his sperm into her was going to have a deep atavistic significance even though she was on contraception: this was someone he would really want to reproduce with. Hypothetically. The reality of Sara finding a stretch mark didn’t bear thinking about.
As that thought arrived he felt her body starting to move more under him and her hands starting to push to and fro on his back. He ramped up the fucking, Sara thrusting back with her natural perfect timing, and in a minute they were there again, cumming hard together. This, if anything, was the meaning of life. He sagged back onto Sara, both of them breathing heavily.
He felt a hand on his back, a third hand, and there was Natasha, right next to them, her stunning face wide-eyed with arousal. “God, that is so amazing,” she said, “I never used to realise.”
She was so beautiful Mike found his balls tingling again, even though he’d only just cum. Sara sensed it straight away, despite the fact his cock hadn’t gone hard. It hadn’t fully shrunk either though. To make sure he didn’t go hard again in Sara, Mike withdrew, very slowly so she wouldn’t get air in her pussy. As he lifted himself he found both the girls were easing him over onto Natasha.
It was surely impossible that he could immediately fuck her, but apparently he could nevertheless. They held him on his hands and knees with sixteen sensual little fingers playing with his semi. Sixteen, like their ages, his dazed mind laughed to itself. Actually it was more of an erection than a semi already, he saw: not absolutely hard but pretty much full size; quite viable if the pussy concerned wasn’t resisting.
Natasha’s pussy wasn’t resisting. The hands pulled away from his cock and he lowered himself between her gorgeous slender thighs, which were wide open to welcome him. His cock slid in, half way on the first slight thrust and then all the way on the next. Natasha’s pussy was becoming as easy to enter as Sara’s.
He looked down at her small pelvis and tiny waist. It was slightly mysterious where all his cock had disappeared to: you’d think all sorts of organs must have had to be moved out of the way, he mused, but there it was. His outsize old cock was fully embedded in her and no sign of discomfort, just eagerness and pleasure.
Natasha’s beautiful young face was lit up with desire, a smile across her full-lipped little mouth, her eyes huge. Mike kissed her and started to move, feeling her hands on his sides copying Sara’s and giving him the signals for what she wanted. She wanted quite a full-on fuck, he found, her hands applying pressure at both ends of the stroke and starting early on the reverse, asking for more speed and his full length in and out each time. With a big smile on his face, Mike applied himself to worshipping her with his cock, whatever she wanted.
Natasha came quickly, as she had before, in only a couple of minutes, the ‘urrh urrh urrh’ in his ear matching her thrusts and sounding fantastic; to hear and feel this sensational young girl orgasming on his cock was an amazing feeling. He hadn’t cum though, it was way too soon for that.
He let her recover for a minute then looked at her and felt her, to see what she wanted next. It was more fucking. The girls had wound each other up, he realised, and then looked to him to satisfy their sexed-up little bodies. Well there were worse jobs, he grinned to himself; he would do his very best.
He fucked Natasha smoothly and slowly for a long time, then eventually he could feel her getting ready for her second orgasm. To make sure he came with her, he lifted himself slightly and looked at her face, looked down along her fantastic slender body, and looked over at the gorgeous Sara who was lying on her side with her head on the pillow, watching. He speeded up, increased the force of landing the in-strokes, and then took a grip of Natasha’s shoulder to stop her sliding into the headboard. A series of fast, strong strokes finished her and took them both into a long cum, another glorious sensation spurting life into a beautiful girl, and then he slowly wound down, kissed her, and sagged onto her. After a moment he slid off to the side, to avoid crushing her, and dozed off.
Mike woke from his post-coital doze to hear the girls talking.
“How did you get the vibrator?” Sara was wanting to know. “You didn’t swan into the sex shop on your own or something?”
“It was my sister’s, I’m pretty sure,” said Natasha, a bit embarrassed, “I just found it, she left it in the bathroom, after washing it I suppose. Last year actually. I looked up what to do with it and, you know, gave it a try. And then, I wanted one, you know, but I couldn’t get one, I didn’t even have a bank account or a card then, and I couldn’t have got one delivered anyway. So I kept it, and put some money in her purse.”
“You naughty thing!” Sara was evidently delighted with this insight into her friend’s sexuality. “How much did you use it?”
“Well,” Natasha was reluctant, “it wasn’t all that much, really, you know…”
“Go on,” Sara wasn’t going to let it go.
“I suppose, you know, once or twice a day, at first.”
“At first?” Sara sounded thrilled. “Wow, then what?”
“Well it depends,” said Natasha, fighting a losing battle over her sexy little secret, “a bit more, sometimes, if I was in the mood, or reading, you know…”
“Reading what? Sex stories?”
“Well, yes, you know, online, there are so many, about girls and all sorts of things…”
“Like girls being tied up, Tashie?” Sara was almost whispering, entranced by these titillating revelations.
“I suppose so,” Natasha was starting to go a bit red, “they made me think about it, what it would be like and everything, and then I just feel like…going up there, you know, into a sort of private world and I get sort of floaty, kind of thing, and with the vibrator I can just be there, however long I want, and then at the end I cum and it’s a super feeling, obviously, you know, and nothing else matters.”
“That’s fantastic Tashie,” Sara was stroking Natasha’s pert teen tit, “so how long do you do it for? And how often? Before us, obviously.”
“Well, it can be a couple of hours, sometimes, then I might need another orgasm a little bit later - if it’s a long one then one cum isn’t enough always is it?”
“Tashie you’re even sexier than I realised, you gorgeous gorgeous thing,” Sara was running her hand through her hair now,” so what’s the most number of times in a day? Go on.”
“Well…I suppose… six or seven, at the weekend, you know,” Natasha was now half confident it wasn’t a problem, “the most.”
“God!” Sara was enthralled. “So really you’re a total sexpot Tashie. Just because you look like butter wouldn’t melt in your beautiful little mouth, doesn’t mean you’re not actually a fabulous, fantastic, stunning little sex machine!”
“Oh Christ!” Mike muttered. “I’m dead.”
A few things fell into place, he realised. Natasha was not innocent, she was pure: a subtle difference. What kind of girl didn’t mind when a girl she’s just met ties her up and plays with her naked body, lets her boss fuck her, and then comes so hard she more or less passes out? A very highly sexed girl, that’s what. She hadn’t actually done anything before, but she’d imagined plenty. And she’d always cum so easily…
“Haha!” Sara was amused by the realisation, “Mike you’re so
in trouble! And I see your cock’s looking forward to it…”
It was true, now he looked, the images of Natasha spending hours getting herself off with a vibrator over and over again, while reading sex stories about bondage, had given him another erection, albeit with his cock slightly soft and a bit achey. Sara was climbing over Natasha to get to it.
“No, no, really,” Mike scrambled off the bed, “it can’t take you right now Sara, not you, so soon, sorry, it’ll be crushed beyond repair.” He fled towards the shower, with Sara in hot pursuit.
Sara pushed into the shower after him, her sexy little fingers reaching for his aching but foolishly still sensitive cock. ‘Urrggh’ he said involuntarily as they found it, her hands dodging his feeble attempts to fend them off. He came to full hardness instantly as her fingertips stroked lightly up it, while her other hand lightly cupped his balls, and he abandoned his attempt to escape her. He turned on the water, giving them a cold shock that he thought might at least teach her a lesson, the little sexpot, but she just laughed, the extra sensation another thrill for her.
“Tashie,” Sara called her newly revealed fellow sexpot over, “come and squash in.”
Natasha got into the shower as the water started to run warm, her slim figure just finding space if they didn’t need to move their arms about. But they didn’t: the girls kept their arms down and ran their fingers over his cock, Natasha immediately getting the plan, and took it in turns to run their spare hands over his balls.
“Just don’t squeeze it, please,” asked Mike.
“OK. Let’s all cum together, if we can,” said Sara, and wrapped her gorgeous thighs round one of his legs. Mike stuck his other leg out a bit towards Natasha, and she duly wrapped her gorgeous thighs round it and started humping him. He just had to lift her a bit, his hand on her pert ass, to mesh in above Sara’s. But she hardly weighed anything. And the sensation of quadruple teen thighs was incredible, he didn’t notice the slight effort of holding her. Sara started humping his other leg, and they set off towards yet another orgasm, this time shared all three ways.
Mike put an arm round Sara’ shoulders and surrendered himself to them, yet again. Natasha especially had amazing touch with her hands; her fingertips were able to skim over the surface of his cock with the lightest touch, even lighter than Sara’s.
In the tight space the sexuality of the two teenage girls was overwhelming. They were touching him in so many places – thighs, clits, bushes, chests, tits, shoulders, arms and hands, as well as hair and lips, cheeks…it was hard to keep track…all delectable and all multiplied by two. Two squared, in fact, cubed, or raised to the hundredth power; it was as though the whole world was made up of nude sexed-up teen girls. They had brought his cock completely back to life; even the ache was gone. When they orgasmed he was going to orgasm with them, and never mind how many times he’d cum already.
The girls hung on to each other and to Mike, their young bodies recharged with energy, working their clits against his thighs and heading rapidly for another matched pair of uninhibited climaxes. In only a few minutes Mike felt their movements become more urgent, then their grips on him tightened and he both heard and felt them start. ‘Urrh urrh urrh’ from Natasha and ‘Uh Uh Uh’ from Sara, Natasha’s body going rigid while Sara’s grabbed and humped harder in spasms, and his cock exploded within their fingers. Probably not much came out, he thought, but he never found out in the running water. He gave Sara’s shoulders a good hard squeeze in his excitement, and they didn’t move an inch, the potent little sexbomb.
They all got their breath back, then took it in turns to wash quickly in the shower, before regrouping on the bed.
“We need to find a way for you to satisfy each other,” said Mike, “if Tashie’s getting into bi, before you finally kill me. It’d be a great way to go but, you know…”
“I just need a cock in me,” said Sara, “to really, really get off, that’s the thing. Even now, you know, after that cum, with it being just my clit, and my pussy being empty, it’s not the whole thing. I wouldn’t mind a nice, deep fuck right away, actually.”
There was a moment’s silence, then Natasha spoke. “It’s getting like that for me, too, really, a bit. But there is a thing, you know, that we could try…”
“What’s that Tashie?” asked Mike. Natasha was so unassertive, she knew more than she let on sometimes, he reckoned.
“It’s called a strapless strap-on,” she was embarrassed, but there was a tinge of excitement too. “It’s a dildo, you know, and then on the other end there’s sort of another one, but angled, and shorter, with a sort of blob that hits your G-spot. So one girl can fuck the other one, and get off herself as well.”
Sara was heading for her laptop. In short order she had a page full of images on the screen and they clustered round. “I want one,” she pronounced immediately, “Tashie you’re a genius,” she kissed her, “a gorgeous sexpot genius. What’s the time?”
It was quarter to five. Sara searched for the sex shop in town; sure enough it had a website. They had a strapless strap-on, a vibrating one even, and they were open until five thirty. “Let’s go” she said.
Mike went out down the rope and through the gym window and the hedge, to avoid any chance of being spotted by Sara’s parents. He drove them all into town and to his surprise found a parking spot near the shop. The shop was tucked away but when they got there he found it smart and well lit.
They went in, Mike thinking there was probably an age limit and the girls didn’t look anything like eighteen to him, but then they’d been in here before to get the restraints. And it was a sex shop, so would people working in a sex shop really throw out Sara and Natasha? He smiled at the thought.
Anyway the man and woman behind the counter didn’t seem interested in any age limit, they smiled ingratiatingly at them, obviously just hoping for a sale. The man tried not to stare too obviously at the girls in their miniskirts, with limited success. There were no other customers, late in the day, and Mike started to relax; he’d had a little doubt in his mind about the girls being in such a place. Not that there was anything actually wrong with it. But still. Some of the DVD’s didn’t look very pleasant, and who came in to buy or rent them?
Sara and Natasha, with no such cares, had breezed past the DVD’s and lingerie to a rack full of dildos. There were a lot of them, but only a few strapless strap-ons. Sara was soon busy with her phone, obviously having no interest in consulting the sales staff. That was so obvious they stayed behind the counter.
“Silicone,” she pronounced after a couple of minutes,” that’s the best material apparently. Non-porous so it’s easy to clean properly, feels nice, and you can give it a warm-up in the microwave.” She giggled in anticipation. “We might as well have the vibration, what do you think?” Mike and Natasha nodded, Mike wondering why he was nodding, and Sara took one to the counter. She paid, though he had been half ready to, and they were out of the shop and back in the car less than five minutes after they’d left it.
He felt he had to say something. “If ever you go in there again, make sure you’re not followed when you come out, OK?” The girls were a bit surprised by his parent-ish tone, as he’d intended. “In fact, better to order from a website, if you want anything else, and get it delivered to the factory. Alright? Just to be sure.”
“OK,” said Sara and Natasha together. Mike felt better. They might be naughty but they’d keep to that commitment, he knew. He felt very protective about them.
“OK, I’ll run you back, then I need to get home,” he continued, “I have to spend some time there, with Tessa. You’re staying I expect, Tashie? Did you want to pick anything up from home? We can run out there quite easily.”
“Oh, thanks!” said Natasha, relieved, “I really need some stuff, undies and a top and things, toothbrush and everything.”
“Get stuff for a few days, Tashie, you can stay can’t you?” Sara was keen for her to do so.
Mike drove out to Natasha’s house and parked on the verge of the country road while she ran off down her drive. Sara leaned over and kissed him, running her sexy little hand over his ear. Then she got out and opened his door. “Let’s have a look in her garden,” she said.
As Mike started to wonder what was so interesting about Natasha’s garden, which as far as he could see was more like a wood anyway, Sara slid her hand in between his legs and up under his seatbelt onto his cock - his cock that had now recovered from its previous overworked state. In fact buying the sex toy with them had been giving him a slight tingle for a while.
“Sara!” he blustered, knowing his instant hard-on was giving him away, “we mustn’t. Not here.”
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