The quartet of authors were on a high after their very successful panel discussion at the festival. They had each spoken with wit and humour regarding their latest work, and they had all fended audience questions adroitly, sometimes throwing in some feisty banter.

The four gathered in The Green Room for post-panel drinks - Emma, Mia, Leo and Eamon. They were all in their mid to late thirties.

Emma was a feisty, buxom British author, well-known for her novels about human relations. The novel discussed at the festival was an intriguing portrayal of the interactions between various characters at the British Embassy in Spain.

Emma’s style was essentially literary, but she always managed to include a discreet sex scene or two. There were some raised eyebrows among her readers when they noted that her embassy novel included a brilliantly-written erotic scene where the dignified middle-aged female ambassador relished having horny anal sex with a virile young Spanish diplomat, fulfilling a need that her stodgy ex-politician husband declined to provide.

Mia was an Australian sporting journalist. She had recently written a brilliant biography of a recently retired Australian tennis star. The book was much touted for its craftily-described insights into off-court life on the circuit. Her subject’s nocturnal antics were both varied and prolific, and Mia showed great writing skills in subtly dropping the occasional bawdy allusion or anecdote into a rigorously researched biography.

Leo was a Californian academic, recently relocated to a prominent New England university. He was an expert on the American Civil War. At the Festival, he had presented some thoughts on his recent book, written for a general audience, rather than for academics, discussing letters written from soldiers at the front to wives and girlfriends.

The sexual content of some of the letters was quite florid, and sometimes quaint and quirky. One fellow wrote to his woman recalling that after they had dined on eels, she was “almost too slippery to find”. He signed off saying that “thinking of you makes my old thing look me right in the eye”.

Eamon was a tall, dark, single, witty Irish author, famous for his intricately-plotted detective novels, set in various parts of Ireland. In these stories, the central character, feisty Detective-Inspector Moira O’Hara, was renowned for her libido. The novels would often conclude with Moira celebrating resolution of a difficult case with a horny session with a well-endowed younger Sergeant or Constable.

Emma’s maroon summer dress was quite low-necked, and as the four authors moved onto their second and third glasses of wine, Leo and Eamon’s glances at Emma’s wonderful cleavage became less fleeting, and more lingering.

Emma was single, and was a serial monogamist, but when between relationships, as she was at present, delighted in racking up plenty of quality one-nighters. Noting the guys’ increasingly obvious ogling, Mia said, with a giggle, “Emma, I’ll wager that you wear this dress frequently to book signings. An excellent way to increase your male readership, no doubt.”

“Definitely,” replied Emma, pausing momentarily as she locked eyes with Leo as she leaned well forward to pick up her wineglass.

“Plenty of cleavage when leaning forward to sign does no harm to one’s volume of male-reader repeat purchases.”

Leo gulped some wine, and adjusted the bulge in his chinos.

“Are embassies sexually-charged environments?” asked Eamon. “You no doubt spent much time there, researching for your wonderful novel.”

“Yes, moderately so,” replied Emma. “But nothing like University departments, “ she added.

“A couple of years ago, I spent three months as writer-in-residence at a University in the east of England. It was such a horny time. Those academics were so promiscuous: partner-swapping, topless dinner parties, gangbangs … the works.”

“Is that where you gained the inspiration for the fantastic anal sex scene in your embassy novel?” asked Eamon.

“Absolutely,” replied Emma, not batting an eyelid.

“I have enjoyed occasional anal sex ever since I was an undergraduate. But a particular episode when writer-in-residence has made me an aficionado,” Emma added, calmly sipping her wine.

“At a party, I found myself in bed with a nerdy-looking Scottish mathematician, who was known to be hung like a donkey, and a gorgeous tall, visiting Swedish literature professor, Nils.

“The mathematician’s anatomy lived up to its reputation. I sucked it for ages while Nils had me from behind. He gave me the works beautifully in my highly aroused cunt, and then as I continued my oral efforts, he eased his rigid Scandinavian weapon into my ass.

“Nils’ subtle variations in depth and force of thrusting were brilliant, as was the way he reached around the front to fondle my engorged clit, until I climaxed ecstatically, simultaneously swallowing the Math guru’s copious load.

“So yes, a huge Scandi cock in my ass provided the perfect inspiration for a controversial anal sex scene in my embassy novel. But enough of my anecdotes about the horny side of academia. What about you, Leo? Universities are your world. What debauchery have you been involved in?”

“You are correct, Emma,” replied Leo, blushing a little as he noticed Mia smirking as she stared at the damp patch over the bulge in his trousers. “There is often rampant sexual activity going on behind the scenes in many an ostensibly highly respectable department.

“Since my divorce two years ago, I have had a few dry runs. But I have never missed out at an academic conference. It’s a particularly nice surprise at such gatherings to come across a ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing.’

“A couple of months ago, an eminent Oxford Professor of American History, a stern type in her early fifties, attended one of our Civil War conferences in Philadelphia.

“Sheila dressed conservatively. Her attire gave no clue regarding her body shape. She wore no makeup. Her hairstyle was plain. Her uncompromising manner terrorised students and junior staff alike. She was married to a stodgy, much older economics Nobel laureate.

“However, what a tigress she was after a few wines! At the conference cocktail party she announced crassly that she just felt like some younger cock, and took four of us up to her hotel bedroom.

“The baggy clothes were peeled off to reveal a magnificent body. Her lovely full mature tits were capped off by huge dark areolae, with unbelievably prominent nipples.

“Never averse to a drop of senior cunt, I had a wonderful dose of sloppy seconds, sloshing about in some postgraduate student’s load while the insatiable Sheila guzzled away on Jeff from Harvard’s renowned nine-incher. Those gorgeous nipples were so responsive when I squeezed and pulled them.

“Jeff is a handsome youngish Associate Professor whose dimensions and performance have become legendary among randy female senior students, teaching staff and secretaries across at least a dozen New England history departments. The ratio of females to males at his seminars is ludicrous.

“Still, I mustn’t be jealous. Once Jeff has had his pick, there is often a readily-available rejected academic pussy for an also-ran like me to console.”

Comfortable in her unspoken evolving role as MC, Emma switched the focus to the journalist.

“And what about your book, Mia?” said Emma. “Was there much, er, ‘field-work’ to be done in gathering material for your cracking sporting biography?”

“Although it’s a rigorous and essentially serious account of Lazza’s life (weird nickname), you do manage to somehow tastefully imply that his serve wasn’t his only asset that was seriously sizeable. I just can’t imagine how you may have corroborated such a rumour,” continued Emma, rolling her eyes suggestively.

“Well,” replied Mia. “The adequacy of Lazza’s endowment was not really in doubt at any stage.

“Firstly, he wears trademark tight shorts, that reveal his bulge to be huge.”

“Yum,” interrupted Emma, licking her lips lasciviously.

“Also, there’s the gossip around the tournaments. Lazza is totally promiscuous. He freely bangs other players of either gender, and descriptions of his more-than-adequate length and girth abound,” continued Mia, taking a sip of her Riesling.

“And then, he’s quite the exhibitionist. As my book was falling into shape, I would occasionally need half an hour with him to clarify some details.

“He would always ask me to meet him at the courts, immediately after a practice session. We would adjourn to the change rooms. He would have a quick shower, and answer my questions as he towelled off.

“He relished wandering around the change room, massive, thick cock dangling down his thighs. He would spend ages drying his dick, locking eyes with me as he did so. His behaviour was annoying but very arousing.

“There were plenty of other nice cocks on display, too, as various players showered and dressed after practice, most more than happy to flaunt their wares to a random female with wandering eyes.

“In fact over the years I have more than once chosen a cock for the night when visiting a dressing room in the course of work. It’s not unusual for sporting teams to have female journos in the rooms after a game.

“It’s a horny stunt to chat with a sexy footballer in the club’s bar an hour or two after you’ve ogled his dick just after his shower. I love turning a guy on by casually saying something like ‘Ah, I do love getting to see a beautiful cock a couple of hours before I fuck it.’ …”

“Getting back to your tennis player,” said Emma cryptically, “I don’t suppose you ever got to see that huge cock in its erect glory?”

“Well, actually,” replied Mia, “Celebratory drinks at Lazza’s apartment the day his biography was published were only going to end one way. Lazza’s doubles partner Franco dropped in with a bottle. The vino flowed profusely, and before long, a little tipsy, I acquiesced to their requests to strip to the waist.

“There is nothing hornier than having two gorgeous guys work your tits over simultaneously. The last time I had experienced it was my college graduation night, but that’s another story.

“Franco took my right nipple in his skilful Italian lips and gently kissed and sucked it, while Lazza went to town quite harshly on my left one, firmly squeezing and pulling it.

“They then took me to the bedroom, ripped my lower garments away, and without foreplay or other embellishments alternated fucking me, largely in the missionary position. I usually prefer a subtler approach, but when somewhat tipsy and in celebratory mode, relentless fucking while relishing the two jocks’ athletic bodies and huge rigid cocks was just perfect.

“Their recovery time after climaxing was extraordinary, and they pounded me for a couple of hours, giving me multiple orgasms. It was a great, up-close insight into the promiscuous night-life prevalent on the circuit, as I alluded to in the Lazza biography.

“The finale was extraordinarily horny. Lazza lay on his side, while I sucked his beautiful cock, relishing the taste of my cunt-juice on his huge shaft. Simultaneously Franco fucked Lazza’s randy ass, lubrication being provided by another dollop of my juices. All parties climaxed at much the same time, Lazza giving his characteristic war-cry, familiar to his fans after a long rally, as he spurted a final ropey load into my greedy mouth.”

“That’s a brilliantly described account of an erotic night, Mia,” said Emma. “It’s a pity you couldn’t portray it in such detail in the biography.

“Now, what about you, Eamon? How do you come to know so much about police matters? Did you ever work in the constabulary?”

“No”, Eamon replied. “I worked in advertising for a few years, and have been a freelance writer ever since. However, I did date a randy Detective-Inspector from Galway for a couple of years when I was in my early thirties. I learned a considerable amount regarding police operations in between shags.

“Her name was Caitlin, and her sexual appetite was monumental. She needed two or three fucks every night, and loved to involve her junior officers.

“She particularly liked watching a young Sergeant or Constable ride me cow-girl. After a few minutes masturbating as she watched, she would come and sit on my face, and have a noisy climax as I licked and sucked her huge engorged clit.”

Just as Eamon was finishing his raunchy anecdote, the Green Room manager, a feisty wench in her late twenties, tapped on the door and entered, to advise that she had to close up.

Catching the last bit of Eamon’s little yarn, and noticing the substantial bulge in the handsome Irishman’s jeans brought a lecherous smirk to her face as she relayed her message. She eagerly looked forward to telling her new boyfriend about the filthy well-known authors at the festival when she fucked him in a couple of hours.

“It’s OK, guys,” advised Emma. “We can continue our chat at the little apartment that I am renting just down the road.

“ I have cheese and crackers etc., but no drink. While Mia and I prepare the snacks, you and Leo can organise some wine, Eamon. Get three or four bottles. It’s not going to be a night for restraint,” she added, with a provocative grin.

As Mia and Emma set about arranging the Camembert, Brie, Cheddar, olives and pate, they chatted about their books. Then Emma announced abruptly “Fuck, I am looking forward to some cock tonight. I’ve gone without for a fortnight …. way too long.”

Then she added “Mia, I am equally attracted to each of these horny animals. The choice is yours.”

“Mmm,” replied Mia. “I think I’d like to start with big Eamon.”

“Start with!” chortled Emma. “I do like the way your slutty mind works, babe. Now I understand you are married to an international airline pilot. Does he know about the antics you get up to?”

“Sure,” replied Mia. “Brent and I have a contented open relationship. At this very moment he is between flights in Hong Kong, no doubt shagging some slutty stewardess, or more likely a couple simultaneously.

“A couple of nights before my departure for the festival, we had a wonderful session. Brent brought a couple of his pilot colleagues and two horny Lufthansa hostesses around to our apartment for drinks.

“One thing led to another, and before long Brent was in our bedroom with the two German sluts, while the two guys had me naked in the spare bedroom.

“I’ve had many a DP in my time, but this one really took the cake. Ahmed from Emirates employed his beautiful dick superbly in my ass, while Mal, a handsome Afro-American Delta pilot went to town in my oozing cunt as I lay on top of him.

“While I love variety, one stereotype to which I am not averse is the BBC, and big Mal certainly knew how to manipulate his, alternating deep, hard thrusts with slow, gentle glides.

“Their really horny piece-de-resistance was their casual role swap halfway through the fuck.

“Ahmed eased his lovely cock from my anus and stood back. I got off Mal’s gigantic member, and immediately took it in my mouth. I do love tasting my juices on cock, especially BBC.

“Next, Mal also stood, preparing to swap positions, I stunned the horny duo by taking a rigid cock in each hand and rubbing them together. That trick always makes guys dribble. It was uber-exciting seeing Ahmed’s pre-cum trickling onto Mal’s shaft and scrotum.

“Then it was time for seconds. Ahmed lay on his back, and grunted crudely as I mounted him. Mal adeptly slipped his mega-cock into my anus, and steadily but comprehensively pounded away until I screamed ecstatically as I climaxed, and the excited guys soon followed suit. What a special night!”

“Your chat is making me excessively wet, you filthy Aussie,” smirked Emma. “Now, I think that a topless start to proceedings is in order, don’t you?” she added, dropping the top of her dress to her waist, and discarding her bra to expose her beautiful large, dangling, bell-shaped breasts, and provocative distended nipples.

“Mmm, stunning,” murmured Mia as she reached across and gave Emma’s left nipple a playful, gentle squeeze. Well, initially, the squeeze was playful, but Mia lingered just sufficiently long for the touch to be a little erotic.

Mia followed suit and removed her top garments and skirt. Her tits were smallish, but her deep pink areolae were not; each occupied a large proportion of the area of its respective breast. Mia’s nipples were also engorged and magnificently elongated.

“Fuck, no wonder your tennis jocks loved going to town on those!” drooled Emma admiringly.

Then, Emma gasped as she noted that Mia’s skimpy panties were crotchless, such that her thick, blonde bush, glistening with recent juices, was clearly displayed.

“Did the guys notice that, under your short skirt?” queried Emma.

“Eamon certainly did,” replied Mia. “I loved the way his pupils dilated, as he stared. Ditto the guy in the front row at the panel discussion. I suppose it was worth putting up with a bit of sleazy chat with him at the end of the session to secure a cheque for several autographed copies of my book”.

“Slut,” murmured Emma, as she gently slid her middle finger into Mia’s crotchless knickers.

“Oh yeah,” replied Mia appreciatively.


A few minutes later, Eamon and Leo returned with some quality Riesling and Shiraz, and were astonished and delighted to find the two lady-authors topless, and enthusiastically making out on the couch.

As they passionately kissed, Mia was squeezing and pulling Emma’s beautiful protruberant nipples, while Emma was gently easing two fingers to and fro inside Mia’s disgraceful panties.

Aroused by the presence of an audience, Mia’s previously minor pelvic wriggles became a clearly perceptible writhe.

Emma sensed Mia’s increasing arousal, and thrust her crafty fingers deeper and more rapidly into the Australian’s now quite sodden cunt.

Mia couldn’t hold back. She grunted and shrieked joyously as she climaxed, much to the delight of the other three writers.

“There, all warmed up for you, Eamon,” said Emma, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Now you take Mia to the bedroom with a bottle of wine. Leo, bring a glass of Riesling, and a rigid Yankee cock over to the couch, not necessarily in that order of priority.”

Mia shook her head and giggled as Eamon took her arm and steered her to the bedroom, profuse juices trickling down her thighs.

Emma purred with delight as the American complied with the two elements of her order. When he emerged from the kitchen carrying a glass of Shiraz and a glass of Riesling, he was clad in just a navy tee shirt. His engorged, thick cock pointed skyward. It tended to point slightly to the right, wobbling jauntily as he proudly sashayed over to the couch.

Leo kissed Emma fervidly as she eagerly reached for his shaft. She moaned contentedly as she fondled his balls, and then rubbed his knob, delighted at the dribble of pre-cum she elicited.

“I so miss cock when I go without,” murmured Emma as she lowered her head to Leo’s lap, so that she could take him into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue lightly and skilfully around his knob, delicately flicking his sensitive frenulum with her horny tongue. She kept a hand churning away on his balls.

Leo responded by reaching down to give Emma’s stunning nipples plenty of attention, craftily squeezing and pulling, and thus engaging the direct circuit from her nipples to her G spot.

Emma came up for air and some more mouth-to-mouth. She loved the way Leo’s tongue probed when he kissed. As their tongues met Emma felt some more wonderful G spot tingling.

Next, Leo assertively ripped Emma’s panties away. He complimented her on her lovely thick black bush as he ran his fingers through it. She gasped with joy when he reached her aroused, engorged clit. Simultaneously she was holding his wonderful, thick shaft quite firmly, adeptly stroking and tugging it intermittently.

After squeezing and tugging Emma’s clit with a technique that made her squirm and moan, Leo slipped two fingers inside the Brit’s waiting juicy cunt. He deftly fingered to and fro in a way that made Emma cry out, and beg for his cock.

Leo was more than ready to oblige. He pushed Emma’s sticky thighs apart, and mounted her, easing his rigid dick into the depths of her wetness. He was delighted to feel her sumptuous breasts and jutting nipples pressing against his firmly-muscled chest as he gave her an initial pounding.

Emma groaned obscenely with each harsh thrust. She could feel herself not far from orgasm. Sensing this, Leo suddenly stopped thrusting, slipped his cock out, rolled the libidinous English author onto her left side, and re-entered her throbbing cunt from the rear.

“I’m not having you cumming that soon, horny wench,” murmured Leo. “It’s time for something a little more slow and languid.”

Leo lay quite still in Emma’s copious wetness, and reached around to her beautiful aroused nipples. He squeezed them, and pulled them out so that they protruded even more prominently, making Emma push her pelvis back against him, wriggling, trying to make him thrust.

Leo started to do so, slow little jabs at first, gradually building up to more rapid, forceful, deep thrusts. He also varied the intensity of the nipple workover, in sync with the thrusting. Emma loved the way he varied the squeezing and pulling. There was relief when Leo eased back on his squeezing, but absolute ecstasy when he reverted to erotic, punitive pulling.

Emma’s grunts and moans and squeals, accompanied by occasional squirts, indicated that her climax was imminent. Leo escalated the pounding to a crescendo, maintaining very firm digital pressure on Emma’s gorgeously rigid nipples.

Emma let out a piercing shriek as she orgasmed with a series of vigorous pelvic contractions. Leo responded by emptying his load with several grunting, excited spasms. Emma turned to face Leo, and they wound down from their monumental fuck with some gentle, grateful, light kissing, mostly lips, occasional tongue.

Meanwhile in the bedroom, Mia removed her vulgar crotchless panties as Eamon disrobed. As she sipped her wine, Mia was absolutely delighted at the vision of Eamon’s exceptionally long, rather lean, uncut Irish cock.

They lay on the bed together. Mia excitedly grasped Eamon’s aroused dick while he relished her lovely smallish pert breasts, and horny eraser-like nipples. Eamon’s nipple sucking and biting elicited a gush of juices onto Mia’s thighs.

“Ooh, that feels so great, you lovely horny Irishman,” murmured Mia, as her pelvis writhed with arousal. “But please now, just come and fuck me with this magnificent weapon,” she said, smearing pre-cum over his knob.

“Ah, you are wanting some cock?” taunted Eamon, with his inimitable Irish lilt. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck. I’m essentially a tongue man.”

He dropped down between Mia’s dripping thighs, and started working her labia over with firm licks with the flat of his tongue, upwards along the left labium, then back down along the right one, deftly but briefly flicking her engorged clit with his tongue tip as he switched from one side of her vulva to the other.

After several cycles along Mia’s labia Eamon concentrated his efforts on her beautifully distended clit, alternating assertive sucks with tender, tantalising licks. Mia moaned and grunted crudely in response.

Next, Eamon slipped his tongue into Mia’s receptive, oozing slit, initially just the tip of his tongue, but then more. He thrust his tongue to and fro with an action mimicking a ramming cock. This sent Mia completely out of control. She screamed a series of expletives as she orgasmed, squirting extensive amounts of cunt juice over the rampant Irishman’s face.

Mia reached for her wine, and took a couple of sips, thinking that some Riesling would be a good way to wind down after a magnificent cum.

Eamon grabbed her glass, put it to the side, rolled her onto her belly, and rammed his elongated cock into Mia’s wetness from behind, pushing her pelvis into the bed with each harsh thrust.

“Well, I’m pleased that you seemed to enjoy the preliminaries, horny Aussie,” grinned Eamon. “Now let’s see how you go with the big dance!”

Mia would long rate the next twenty minutes as among her very finest fucks.

Eamon craftily varied the pace and depth of his thrusts as they rotated through several positions - missionary, spooning, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy. While pounding away with his cock, his fingers were doing wonderful things to Mia’s aroused nipples and clit: rubbing, squeezing, pulling.

The real bonus for Mia was that not only was Eamon highly skilled in the physical aspects of sex, his varied chat while fucking was out of this world.

He would segue craftily from vulgarity - “I’m loving your filthy, sodden Aussie cunt, young Mia,” to, as he slowed his thrusting to a halt, moving literary quotes, such as D H Lawrence’s “Thank God I’ve got a woman who is with me, and tender, and aware of me.”

He would whisper compliments in Mia’s ear, describing how beautiful her breasts were, as he squeezed a nipple with just the right intensity, and then suddenly switch to a stupid adolescent joke: “My father caught me wearing his bra, so he sent me to a psychiatrist”.

What a wild ride. And indeed it was while riding that Mia found it impossible to hold back from cumming any longer. It was during their third cycle of position rotation. Mia was loving some cowgirl time. She realised that there was a bedroom mirror, where she could view herself bouncing on Eamon’s lovely long pole.

She slowed things down. They both loved the vision of the long Dubliner cock gradually disappearing into her depths and then re-emerging. Sensing how aroused Mia was becoming, Eamon varied his nipple action from feather light to cruelly firm, driving her over the brink.

Mia reverted to rapid bounces, and screamed a series of expletives as she climaxed uncontrollably, squirting and spasming abundantly. Eamon was delighted to shoot his pent-up huge load in perfect sync.

“Oh, you’re such a cunning Irish bastard,” grinned Mia. She gave him an affectionate but rather solid slap across the upper chest as she dismounted.

“Wow, that’s some forehand,” chuckled Emma, entering the bedroom at just that moment. “We all know where you learned that,” she added, alluding to Mia’s extensive experience in the upper echelons of the tennis world.

Leo had drunk considerably more wine than the others, and was snoring contentedly on the couch. But Emma was avidly looking for seconds.

“How was it?” she asked Mia, nodding at Eamon’s gigantic sticky flaccid cock peremptorily, as though it was an inanimate object.

“Fucking incredible, replied Mia. “Suck it back to hardness, and lie on your side so he can do your nipples while he fucks you from behind. I’m going to watch while I finish my wine”.

Ever obliging, Emma took Eamon’s floppy dick into her hungry mouth, and went to town with her experienced tongue and lips. She paused, and said to Emma, “Darling I do love the salty, fishy taste of your slutty Aussie juices on this luscious Irish cock”.

Stunned at how promptly Eamon became hard again, Emma lay on her left side, and moaned contentedly as Eamon pushed into her, and started to thrust.

Eamon took no time to get to Emma’s semi-erect nipples.

“Start gently please, Eamon,” murmured Emma. They are a tad tender from Leo’s pummelling a little while ago”.

Eamon chuckled with hilarity, and ignored Emma’s request, immediately squeezing and pulling away with calculated harshness.

“Ouch, that’s cruel, you bastard,” grunted Emma, furious that despite the discomfort, Eamon’s technique made her gush an indecent amount of cunt juice onto the Irishman’s scrotum and pubic hair.

Eamon eased off the nipple pressure, and murmured “You English sluts are always vulnerable to the ambivalent mix of pleasure and pain that a a firm nipple pull elicits. Now, let’s settle in to some proper fucking. Leo has helped to provide absolutely glorious sloppy seconds, and it’s particularly horny having Mia watching on”.

Mia stood by, sipping her wine and enjoying the action. Earlier she had carefully planted her copious handbag in the bedroom. As they shagged, Emma and Liam’s jaws dropped slightly as they watched Mia calmly produce a harness and long slim red dildo from her bag, and deftly fashion them into a lethal-looking strapon, which she swiftly buckled into place.

The obvious source of lubricant was her own dripping cunt. Mia dipped three fingers a little way inside, and applied liberal amounts of lube to the dildo.

She lay on the bed behind Eamon as he continued to pound away inside Emma.

“Now we’ll really learn about mixing pain with pleasure, eh, Mr. Dubliner,” said Mia, easing the dildo slowly but relentlessly quite deep into Eamon’s ass.

He gave a little grunt at the initial discomfort, but soon adapted as Mia gently moved the strapon in and out. Before long, the trio settled into a a wonderful horny rhythm. Eamon would administer a slow, deep thrust into Emma, and then pause. Mia lay still during Eamon’s thrust, but then assertively pushed the dildo into his ass when he lay still.

While engaging in this debauchery the banter flowed, as did the women’s juices. However, when Mia described having dildoed her brother-in-law’s ass like this at his stag night last year, Eamon lost it, and climaxed during one of Mia’s thrusts, accompanying his orgasm with a raucous Irish whoop.

Aroused by Eamon’s sudden loss of control, Mia and Emma both promptly followed suit with crudely noisy orgasms. They had each been diddling their own engorged clit during the erotic threesome, and had been teetering on the brink for while. …………….

The next morning, the quartet met for coffee before departing the festival. They decided unanimously that they would produce a book together over the next few months. Each would write a couple of short pieces from their respective fields, with the emphasis on some tasteful, raunchy content.

However, it would be necessary for the four to meet up at a comfortable hotel at least a couple of times during that few months to discuss the compilation.

Oh dear!