It was the following Friday at precisely four in the afternoon that Melissa visited Mr Roberts for some extra tuition, as she innocently put it to him when he answered the door. He invited her in, and even before she had entered the lounge, she was undressing, peeling and popping the buttons of her blouse apart. She turned to Mr Roberts to see if he approved.

Of course he did. But he left her to complete her undoing. The doorbell rang for a second time.

“One minute,” he said, putting Melissa on hold and leaving to answer the door.

Standing in front of him was a woman whom he had vague recollections of meeting in and around town. She was short, plump, had long auburn hair, and a mousy nose that stood out from her red-faced cheeks.

“Can I help you?” he asked politely, reminding himself that in the first sentence, he would politely decline anything to do with Jehovah’s Witnesses and excuse himself back inside and bury his head between Melissa’s wonderful tits.

“I hope I’ve come to the right house,” the woman whispered, holding both of her hands at chest level as if praying to some God. It was a struggle for him to hear her clearly. She seemed agitated, as if she were asking for permission to speak to him.

“Would you repeat that?” he replied.

“Are you Mr Roberts?” she asked, loud enough for the next-door neighbours to start twitching the curtains.

“Yes,” he replied. “What is it that you want?” he asked, cocking his head to one side and hoping that Melissa wouldn’t come bounding around the corner, half-dressed, telling him that her tits were getting cold. The last thing he wanted was for this woman to see a schoolgirl in his house, especially since Melissa was known to everyone.

“I was wondering–” she started to speak, but lost the thread of what she wanted to say almost immediately.

“I’ve heard that–” She clamped her lips together, and a second attempt at articulating what she wanted to say also failed.

“Look, I’m busy right now, perhaps if you have a think and come back later, Mrs…” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Emily,” she replied, “Emily Jones. Mrs Evans told me that I should ask to see you, privately.”

“Mrs Evans. As in Sandy Evans,” he replied. Emily nodded.

“It’s been a while, you see.” She swallowed hard, and fidgeted with her hands by threading and unthreading her fingers.

“I’m not sure what you're asking, Mrs Jones,” he replied out of curiosity. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that he needed to be absolutely clear about what she meant by her choice of words.

Emily looked to either side of her to make sure no one was listening. Someone was, but that person was inside and not outside the house, because Melissa’s ear was glued to the door, her lip was being bitten, and a smile crept onto her face.

“I know–” Once more, she hesitated. From somewhere, she wasn’t sure where, boldness reappeared. “I know that Melissa’s inside, and I know what she’s getting, and I want to get fucked just like she does. Would you be able to accommodate me?”

Silence drowned out the passing car.

“Please,” she said, adding the word as an afterthought and out of desperation more than politeness.

“Does Melissa know you’re here?” Matt asked. In that instant, he accepted her reason for being there and decided to play it straight. If she was being honest, then he should as well.

“No, no, she doesn’t,” Emily quickly denied. “I love being fucked hard.” Her words now flowed with such enthusiasm. “And I’m sure you’ll like my puppies too.” She raised her hands and squashed her tits together, giving them a shake before smiling at him.

Matt looked behind him at the door to the lounge. When he returned to Emily, her gaze was directed downwards, towards the floor. He decided to stand his ground. Something didn’t sit right with him. The whole situation seemed like a setup, and yet, here was Emily enthusing over her need to get fucked and on the word of her friend, who just happened to be Melissa’s mother. He scratched his head while he thought.

Matt leaned forward and whispered in Emily’s ear.

“Tell you what, why don’t you come in and join Melissa in the lounge. See how you two get on. She’s doing a little homework right now, but I’m sure she’ll be thankful for any help she can get.” Matt smiled, stood to one side and let Emily through and into the lounge.

He followed quickly behind her, not quite believing the scenario that had been created. He heard the shuffling of feet before the door was open, and was surprised to see Melissa standing near the fireplace in the same state as she was when she first arrived, except that she had removed her bra.

“Emily! What the fuck!” Melissa gasped.

“Hello, Melissa.” It seemed to Matt that at least one side of the equation was shocked to see the other. They both stopped and stared at each other, though Emily seemed to stare more at Melissa’s tits rather than her face.

“Melissa is having sex education lessons,” Matt said, putting his hand on Emily’s bottom. He pushed her in the direction of the fireplace. “She was just proving to me that big breasts are far more sensitive than smaller ones. She got them out for me to see, and I was about to test the theory when you turned up.”

Emily nodded and gave Matt a sideways glance.

“Why don’t you join her?” Matt suggested.

The gasp that came from Emily’s mouth made Matt’s heart beat ten times faster. He watched as Emily complied, walked towards Melissa, and started to remove her clothes. She pulled the bulky jumper that concealed the bulge of her large breasts over her head, the loose-fitting T-shirt followed, and then she struggled with her bra before she let it fall into her hands. She threw it onto the sofa. Her breasts bounced free and almost swelled into the room. She wiggled her shoulders when she stood upright, knowing the effect that would have on her bouncing breasts. The palms of her hands stroked her nipples, hardening them like bullets. Then she stood upright and smiled.

Matt approached both of the women. He cupped a breast from each of them and squeezed. Pushing them towards their bodies, he circled them, feeling their weight and looking into their faces.

Melissa’s eyes were closed, her mouth open and out of it came those lovely sighing sounds that Matt liked. Emily was staring at the way Matt handled Melissa’s breast. She glanced towards Melissa's face, watching her swoon at the way her tits were handled. She grasped Matt’s hand on her breast and stopped it from circling. She placed his finger and thumb around her engorged nipple and with her fingers pushed them together. Her meaning became crystal clear. Her lip curled up at the side. He pinched her nipple hard, causing Emily to cry out.

Melissa’s eyes shot open. She gazed at Emily’s tit and saw that her nipple was being pulled from her breast by Matt’s fingers. He shook it before releasing it, allowing her tit to bounce back and reverberate against her chest.

“Again,” she said, “do both of them.”

“Well, Emily, I think we’ve found your pleasure point easily enough.”

Matt reached out with both hands and pinched both of her nipples, pulling them away from her body. Again, her cries of pleasure filled the room, much to Melissa’s surprise.

“Nice, aren’t they?” he said, his words directed at Melissa. “Why don’t you strip off while I’m working Emily into a frenzy?”

Melissa’s pleading eyes met Matt's. She would have liked that too, the instant stabbing pain, the pull of her breasts away from her body, and those pulses of electricity that she knew were coursing through Emily’s body as she watched it twist and turn and convulse with the manipulation of Matt’s fingers. She slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall, then came her shoes, her long school socks and finally her knickers, all of her clothes pooled in a pile by her feet. She couldn’t wait any longer, and so she pulled on her own nipples. It wasn’t good enough, though; she needed and wanted Matt to do it. Matt lifted one of Emily’s breasts as he lowered his mouth. His teeth gathered a nipple, and he bit down on it.

“Fuck! Yes,” she moaned. “Bite it!”

Matt released her and moved his attention to Melissa, who was already sucking her own nipple in anticipation. He dipped his fingers into her smooth snatch, already soaked from the show so far. He didn’t have to ask Emily to undress; she had taken it upon herself to strip naked once he had transferred his attention to Melissa, discarding her clothes in a flurry of activity.

Matt smiled as the rest of her body slowly made its appearance. He was pleased with the size of her bottom and hips; she was plump and voluptuous all over, a fun body to play with and judging by the way she reacted so far, it would be a pleasure to give her what she wanted.

Strolling behind both women, he stroked their bottoms. Two very different textures; Melissa’s smooth and blemish-free ass was soft to the touch, almost silky, while Emily’s was more pockmarked but firm and round. A pear-shaped beauty with plenty of flesh. Spankable, as Matt would say.

He stood between them, feeling and stroking their asses. He pushed Emily forward and made her stand closer to Melissa. His hands firmly on their buttocks, he shook them in unison.

“What are you two waiting for?” he said.

They looked at him and then at each other. Emily caught his meaning immediately. She reached out and gathered Melissa’s nipples between her fingers and thumbs, staring at both of them. She squeezed and pulled. Melissa followed suit.

Breathing heavily, Matt slowly pulled his hands away from their bottoms, placed them between their shoulder blades and pushed them closer until their breasts were almost touching. Without warning, his hands delivered a resounding smack on both of their plump buttocks at the same time. Both women cried out between their moans of pleasure. And both women were suddenly closer with their breasts pushing into each other. He repeated the procedure six times. Melissa cried out more times than Emily, and he could see that the older lady was enjoying it much more. Maybe it was down to her firmer buttocks, but he came to understand that she may well have been used to it.

After separating from the women, he stripped off his clothes, placing them neatly on the chair. He watched while Emily tweaked Melissa’s nipples, but with her stare focused on his throbbing cock.

“So girls,” Matt began, “what do you think, are big breasts more sensitive? They’re certainly more playful, aren’t they?”

Giggles and laughter filled the room. “I want both of you to be very honest about what you want right now? What do you want to happen? Melissa, you first?”

“I want to get on all fours and get fucked by your cock,” she said, “Mr Roberts,” adding his name for effect. “I want you to pull my hair and make me cum for you. Like you did last week.” Her carefully chosen words hinted at possession. They were nothing but sluttish. His cock stirred and grew another inch at the sound of her dirty words and her confession to Emily.

Emily listened with intent. She was watching Matt’s cock inflate, and also watching Melissa speak with the same excitement for fucking that she had had in her heyday. Not that she was old, only thirty-eight next September, but she remembered the way she acted when she was Melissa’s age.

“And what about you, Emily?” Matt asked with sudden excitement in his voice. He noted that the room started to smell of aromatic pussy.

She took a deep breath.

“Well,” she said, pinching Melissa’s nipple and making her cry out in the process, “at the front door, I wanted to come and get fucked by you. I had been told such wonderful things from her mother.” She pointed at Melissa. Melissa poked her tongue into the side of her cheek and tilted her head sideways.

“My mother told you about Mr Roberts?” Melissa interjected.

Emily nodded. Matt’s eyebrows lifted out of curiosity.

“And it has been such a long time since I’ve been spanked and fucked and taken the way I need to be taken. But right now–”

She moved away from Melissa and lowered her gaze to her smooth and glistening twat.

“Right this minute, I fancy eating out her pussy and ass.” Her head turned to Matt as she spat out the words.

Melissa’s eyes widened. “What? Fuck that, I’m no lesbian.”

Matt looked at the smile on Emily’s face and the shock and horror engulfing Melissa’s.

“You’re not getting that,” she added quickly.

“I think she is, Melissa. After all, it’s what I want, not you,” Matt added.

Melissa shook her head. “Since when have you been a fucking lesbian?” Melissa shouted at Emily.

“I’m bisexual, not a lesbian,” Emily replied.

But she wanted to shock the fuck out of Melissa, tell her that she turned bisexual when she finger fucked and licked Sandy’s pussy when they were in high school, together. All those years ago. Yes, your fucking mother and me, together under the sheets during our sleepovers, pushing ourselves into a sexual frenzy. Our twats couldn’t get enough of each other. We fucked boys too, but we had the best fucking time between each other's legs.

She wanted to blurt it all out, but she didn’t.

“You’re gonna fucking love it, girl. Wait and see.”

“Mr Roberts, please, no.” Melissa didn’t know why she was asking him, but she was. All she had to do was put on her clothes and walk out the door. But something made her ask for his permission.

“I think, Melissa, that these sex education lessons should be all-encompassing and that all of us should be open to new experiences,” he replied, grinning.

“Yeah, when it fucking suits you, I guess,” Melissa replied. She felt a hard hand on her backside and yelped. It was followed by two more on the same cheek.

“Come on, Melissa.” Emily’s hand reached out to caress her breast. “You didn’t complain when we mauled our tits together, did you?”

“That’s different, they’re just tits.”

“And that’s just a pussy, and this is just a tongue.” Emily pointed at Melissa’s pussy and flicked her tongue up and down for good measure.

Emily stepped closer to Melissa, put both of her hands on her breasts and turned to Mr Roberts.

“You’d like to see me eat out Melissa, wouldn’t you?” She directed the question at Matt.

Melissa looked at Matt and shook her head.

“Go upstairs, Melissa, get on the bed, open your legs wide, and we’ll be up in a short while,” Matt instructed. “In the top drawer to the left of the bed is a blindfold. Take it out and put it on.”

Melissa brushed past Emily and stormed out of the room. Her tits swayed, and her bottom bounced with every step.

“You’re a bit of a dark horse, Emily,” Matt said.

Emily smiled. “Opportunistic,” she replied. “I have my reasons.”

“And what are they?”

Emily bit her lip. Ideally, she didn’t want to say, not yet anyway, but she leaned into Matt, her hand grasped his erect cock, and she pulled on it a few times before her other hand joined it. She felt the heat of it flow through her body, and when it touched the swell of her stomach. Pre-cum oozed from the end, and she massaged it into the bulbous head. It was a cock that was looking very inviting, and she nearly dropped to her knees to suck it into her mouth.

“I fucking love cock, but pussy? Well, that just gets me going even more. The best is being fucked while my face is full of cunt. I won’t lie. And her pussy has to be the sweetest thing in this house at the moment. So if you wouldn’t mind fucking your cock into me while she’s screaming like a broken banshee on the bed with my finger in her ass and my tongue busy flicking her swollen bud and bringing her off – then I’ll hand you back a different woman that will eat pussy as well as get fucked. Do we have a deal?”

“We most certainly do,” replied Matt. “Off you go.” His face sported a grin he would never be able to wipe off anytime soon.

“Join me in a few minutes. I need to get her warmed up first. Tease her until she hates me.”

Emily turned and left, leaving Matt wondering who exactly was in charge at that precise moment. He didn’t wait the few minutes; he followed Emily up the stairs, but stopped in the doorway.

Melissa had done what he said. She was lying on the bed, her legs apart, with the blindfold on. Emily crawled onto the bed. Melissa gasped out loud, hoping that it was Mr Roberts. Emily drew her hands along Melissa’s thighs to the point where they met and withdrew them. Her thumb brushed her pussy lips, separating them slightly. She pulled Melissa down the bed a little and pushed her legs backwards so that she folded in two. Her thighs were high in the air.

“I love a shaved pussy,” Emily said playfully. She could hear Melissa squirm below her.

“Mr Roberts is such a nice man, isn’t he?” she asked, expecting no reply in the slightest. “He told me that I could ravish you. Take you. Own your pussy and eat you out.”

She stroked a finger along Melissa’s pussy until it slipped inside easily.

“Making you wet, am I?”

Melissa shook her head as if to say no.

“I’m hungry. May I eat, Mr Roberts?” Emily looked over her shoulder for permission.

“You may,” Matt responded.

There was something about the whole one-way conversation that intrigued Melissa; it made her feel horny as if she were a piece of meat on the dining table ready to be devoured. She was. She would have been drooling if she could have seen Mr Roberts stroke his cock while he watched the performance.

Bending her head, Emily placed the flat of her tongue on Melissa’s rosebud and licked it. A few strokes were all it took before she drew her tongue all the way over her pussy, onto her clit, leaving it with the flick of the end of her tongue.

“Fuck!” Melissa whispered, loud enough for Emily to hear.

“I love eating pussy, it's like starters, main meal and afters, all in one,” Emily said. She repeated the act, licking from ass to pussy to clit. On the third attempt, a drop of liquid oozed out of Melissa’s cunt directly into the path of Emily’s tongue.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” said Emily, once her tongue had cleared her clit. Emily then let out a satisfying cry.

“You’ll never guess what just happened,” Emily said. “I’ve got a hard cock in my cunt, and it's pushing itself all the way inside.”

Melissa’s lips quivered at the thought. She wanted that cock to be inside her pussy. She wanted Mr Roberts to fuck her.

“I believe my food is hot enough now. Are you ready to be eaten, Melissa?” Emily smiled at the thought. Melissa shook her head, not believing what was happening to her.

“Answer, Melissa,” Matt commanded.

“Yes, yes, I am.” She decided to feign compliance in the hope that his cock would be the next thing she felt prising her lips apart.

Emily let her tongue dive into Melissa’s pussy. Her mouth was a blur, her tongue was licking, stroking, prodding and devouring Melissa, prising her whole heterosexual world apart. She was as hungry as a wolf on steroids. Her head bounced and flowed effortlessly over Melissa’s nether regions, spending an equal amount of time on her little star as it did on her pussy. With every lap of her tongue, she pushed her bottom backwards onto Mr Roberts’s cock as he fucked her. Her hands held Melissa’s legs tight, her body almost folded in two.

The sight was undeniably erotic. He had never seen a woman be so possessed with pussy and ass in his entire life. The enthusiastic scene before him made him want to reach out for his phone and record every minute. Emily’s depravity brought out the same in him. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her plump bottom.

“Fucking eat that pussy,” he shouted as he spanked her arse. “Eat it!”

“Fuck, this is so good,” he added, spanking her ass more and thrusting his cock in hard. Such a tight little cunt, too.

It was all Emily could do to stay focused, keeping her mouth flat against Melissa’s pussy and her tongue slathering all over her silky folds. A thumb found her ass and pushed inside with little resistance, a finger inserted into her cunt. Emily finger fucked Melissa while eating her. Occasionally, a thrusting cock would push her off balance, but she had loads of experience with this kind of sex, and she wasn’t going to be put off. Emily felt hands on the back of her head. The swaying, convulsing body beneath her had woken up. She felt her face flatten against Melissa’s pussy. Now was the time. She pushed her fingers into her holes repeatedly, she let her tongue slither towards her clitoris, and before Melissa could squeal, she sucked it into her mouth.

“Oh-my-fucking-God. Yes,” Melissa cried, “eat that fucking cunt for me.”

Images of her mother’s pussy came and went in a flash, as all Emily could remember was the sweet taste of female cum.

The two-pronged attack had worked. Emily sucked her clit harder and interleaved it with a few brushes of her tongue over her pussy. Her fingers pushed into Melissa’s holes, in unison with Mr Roberts’s cock entering her silky sheath. She felt Melissa’s body rock the bed. Hands were suddenly tight against Emily’s head. There was nowhere for her to move, and she was pinned between the two bodies, a climaxing pussy at one end and a rampant, thrusting cock at the other. Emily kept her orgasm in check until Melissa’s pleasure was complete.

Melissa’s mood soon changed. She came hard, grasping Emily’s head in her hands, thrusting her body up to meet her tongue and her sucking lips. She thrust her pussy into her face at an alarming rate of knots. Her body convulsed, shook, and trembled until she pushed Emily away and dragged herself up the bed. She pulled the blindfold off to the sight of Emily’s sodden face, dripping in cum, and Mr Roberts fucking his cock into her from behind. His hands dug into her ample flesh as he took her. His eyes locked onto Melissa’s.

“My fucking turn,” she announced as she wriggled off the bed. She pulled on Emily’s arms, trying to get her up the bed. Her hand grasped Mr Roberts’s cock, and she pulled it out of Emily’s cunt in a rough motion.

“Sit up there,” she instructed Emily.

Melissa crawled back onto the bed between Mr Roberts and Emily. She prised Emily’s thighs apart and buried her face in her sodden twat.

“So, you’re a fucking lesbian all of a sudden, are you?” Emily quipped.

“Shut the fuck up and cum,” Melissa retorted. She looked over her shoulder. “And that cock can go up me. Now,” she demanded.

Matt shook his head and filled the needy hole that was presented so neatly and invitingly. Melissa moaned, almost cried with passion into Emily’s twat. She tried to perform the same filthy acts that Emily had done on her, lapping her tongue all over her pussy, licking, sucking and devouring it. She was nowhere near as good as Emily.

She didn’t know why she was eating pussy. All she knew was that the eating she got was exquisite and something she had never felt in her entire life. She was reticent at first, but her submissiveness meant that she couldn’t, wouldn’t go against the wishes of Mr Roberts and that she would quietly comply with the situation. A situation that got well out of hand when Emily devoured her sex. Melissa didn’t think that anyone else could have done what she had done, convert her.

She ate Emily with the same enthusiasm as she was eaten. The smell and the taste didn’t put her off in the slightest, but those tiny pubic hairs did get in the way. Emily started bucking her hips towards Melissa’s mouth.

“I’m cumming, girl, I’m cumming,” she said. “Keep licking the fucker.”

Melissa felt Mr Roberts’s cock pound into her. She felt his hands tighten around her hips, felt his thrusts quicken, his cock head stroking her insides. An uncontrollable feeling made its presence in his groin, one that he could never control once it took hold. He didn’t know what to do, and yet his decision-making was short on time. He wanted to spurt all over Melissa’s body; he wanted to pull out and cover Emily’s face and tits, the same ones that he had watched bounce while the three of them fucked. In the end, he just let go, let her have all of it. He filled Melissa’s pussy with all his white cream.

Emily climaxed soon after Melissa sucked on her clitoris, and at the same time, Matt unloaded the contents of his balls into Melissa’s burial chamber. No sooner had his cock emerged from her pussy, Emily pushed Melissa’s mouth away and started to wiggle down the bed.

“Up here, come up here,” Emily cried. “Quickly.” She tried to manhandle Melissa’s body over hers.

Melissa scooted over Emily’s body until her pussy was over her face. She lowered herself onto the waiting tongue and squeezed. Spunk dripped from her opening. And with Melissa’s hand under Emily’s head, she raised it until Emily was scooping out the cum with the tip of her tongue. It was bliss, especially when Emily grasped the girl’s ass and squeezed.

In her wildest dreams, Emily never knew that she would be eating cum from her best friend's daughter after eating her out.

“Some fucking lesson that was,” said Melissa.

Emily giggled under her. “I think – I think even I learned a thing or two,” she added, somewhat out of breath and still swallowing cum. Matt remained silent. In all honesty, he couldn’t believe the events that unfolded in his bedroom.

And yet, the sight of Melissa on top of Emily’s face brought a stiffness back to Matt’s dick. He couldn’t resist the urge to dip his head between Emily’s thighs and give her plump pussy a quick lick. In his head, he complimented her on having a wonderful, voluptuous body that oozed feminine sexuality, and he hoped that she would become a regular visitor to his humble abode.

Melissa watched Emily devour the spunk leaking out of her, still unaware of how she was turned so easily. Perhaps it was the sheer enthusiasm of Emily and the way she ate her out, or perhaps those feelings were always there. Lurking in the background, waiting for the right time, the right circumstances and the right person to let them loose. When she came on that bed, the only thought in her mind was ‘I want to do that,’ and that’s when she decided to reciprocate and give the same treatment.

As an afterthought, she wondered what her friends at school would say if they knew? Were any of them bisexual? Was she the only one not fucking her female friends? Too many questions entered her head. All she knew was that she liked the feeling and was glad that Mr Roberts insisted she do it.

An urge overtook her; she pushed herself off Emily, glanced at Mr Roberts as he licked between Emily’s thighs, and even though his cock was calling to her, she leaned in to give Emily a tentative kiss. Her tongue scooped up a few drops of spunk that found themselves on Emily’s chin, but the caring, sensitive kiss was so different to any she had shared with a man. Her hand cupped Emily’s breast until her body started to sway. Her bottom lifted off the bed as she pushed her pussy into Mr Roberts’s face.

Round two had well and truly started.