0 comments/ 123199 views/ 25 favorites A Sporting Chance By: English Bob Baz pulled the sleek, silver grey Mercedes into the parking bay in front of the stadium. He was a happy man today. Since as far back as he could remember, he had been a soccer supporter, following the progress of several local teams and occasionally getting tickets for a major game. Today was a major game, and today, his wife Janet had agreed to join him. Baz and Janet had been married for fifteen years and were both in their late thirties. Although his wife had always been interested in sports in general, Baz had never before managed to get her to come to a soccer game. Exiting the car and flicking the central locking button, Baz waited for Janet. There were always the last minute touches to be made to her dress and makeup before she would allow herself to be seen in public, but for the life of him, Baz could not understand why. She was as attractive now as she had been when they first met all those years ago. Baz smiled to himself as he watched his wife reset her already perfect long black hair and smooth the tight fitting, short skirt over her legs. He had suggested several times, that they were only going to a soccer match, and that it didn't really matter how she was dressed. He knew, as always, that these comments fell on deaf ears, Janet always considered her appearance to be of utmost importance wherever she was going. "Don't look at me like that, Baz!" she said with a wry smile. "You know it takes a little longer these days for me to look good!" "You look fantastic, love. You know I love to see you in those short skirts. It starts to get me all excited!" Janet finished adjusting her clothes and slipped her arm through his. Leaning up towards his face, she planted a wet kiss on his lips. "Why thank you, kind Sir! I know it's a lie, but I love you for it anyway!" "Would I lie to you?!" he replied with mock astonishment. "Come on lets get into the stadium before it's completely full." As the couple made their way into the gate, the crowds were starting to build up. Thousands and thousands of supporters had paid to watch this particular game, and Janet and Baz jostled and pushed their way towards the stand. Janet was surprised to find that there were no seats in the section they had booked. "Do we have to stand?" she asked, as she felt herself boxed in by large, predominantly male bodies on all sides. "Yeah, fraid so. There were no tickets left for the seated section. This will be OK, though. We get a much better view from here. She had to admit, Baz was right. She could see the entire playing area from their position. In order for her to see properly, Baz had suggested that she stand behind him on the next tier up, so she would be able to see over his head. This she did, placing her hands on his broad shoulders. As the game began, the noise from the crowd was deafening, the cries from several thousand people echoing around the large stadium. Janet could feel herself being pushed from all sides as the crowd surged, but didn't really mind too much, she was beginning to get caught up in the wonderful atmosphere of the game and could now easily see what attracted so many people to this form of spectator sport. The game progressed with both sides sharing several near misses. Every time one of the teams came close to scoring a goal, the crowd would surge and Janet would grip her husband's shoulders for support. She was really beginning to enjoy the sensation of moving with the crowd and the atmosphere was getting her more than a little excited. Towards the end of the first half of the game, the inevitable happened and a goal was scored. The crowd went wild, surging forward in one huge mass with everyone crushed together tightly. It was then that Janet noticed the touch. At first, it had been fleeting and light, but now she definitely felt the unmistakable sensation of a large hand resting on her bottom! At first she had thought that it was just the movement of the crowd, and half expected the owner to mutter some sort of apology, but as the crowd settled and the game resumed, the hand stayed firmly in place. Surely, this was not usual, though Janet. She felt a little confused, but had to admit that with all the excitement, the presence of the hand was not entirely unwelcome! Leaning over slightly to bring her head closer to her husband's, she whispered in his ear. "Don't look now, Baz, but someone's got their hand on my ass!" Baz was engrossed in the game, and replied casually. "So?...what do you want me to do? Punch the guy out for you? "No, of course not, silly! It's not really bothering me, and, in a way, it's kind of nice! I just thought you should know." "Well, tell me if anything else happens!" finished Baz with a laugh All the time that they had been speaking, the hand had been pressing harder into her butt as the crowd pushed forwards, and Janet had really begun to quite enjoy the stimulation. Her excitement of the game was quickly turning into a sexual excitement as the hand began a slow circular caress on her behind. Earlier, Janet had been a little confused by the attention that she was receiving, but now a wicked grin spread over her pretty face and she was pleased that she had worn a shortish skirt. Baz felt his wife's fingers grip his shoulders tighter and turned his head slightly. "What now?" he said "Are you ok?" "Mmmm yes, fine. The hand that was on my ass, just moved down and touched my thigh!" "You want to try and move somewhere else?" said Baz as he tried to indicate the futility of attempting to fulfill that suggestion. "God no! It feels really good....as long as you don't mind?" Both Baz and Janet had always been open minded throughout their marriage, and Baz was in no way about to put a stop to anything new that his beautiful wife wanted to try. "Of course not, sweetheart." he replied in a warm whisper. "Just keep telling me what he's doing. I'm getting quite excited with just the thought!" Happy now that Baz was on her side, Janet kept her head close to her husband and gently began to wiggle her bottom back towards the disembodied hand. As if sensing her acknowledgement and encouragement, the hand that had previously been simply resting on her naked thigh, began to make almost undiscernible movements back up towards her ass. The movements may have been extremely slight, but Janet was more than aware of them. The fingers kept creeping slowly upwards, as this time, with a minor sense of shock, Janet realised that they were going to rest back on her behind *underneath* her skirt! Janet's breathing became a little short as she reported back to Baz again in a strained whisper. "Oh, God. His hands going up my skirt now.....very slowly, but he's nearly at my panties!" The response from Baz was little more than a low moan. He had always fantasised about watching his sexy wife with another man, and, although he was not going to see it directly, to get a commentary from Janet seemed somehow even more exciting. He realised, with some surprise, that his penis was stirring and starting to become erect in his jeans, and was now looking forward to his wife's next comment. Janet was now pushing her rear end firmly back towards the hand as it gently circled over the firm globes of her buttocks, protected only by the thin material of her silk panties. She gasped, and again tightened her grip on Baz's shoulders as she felt the fingers slowly ease the leg of the undergarment to one side and gingerly slip inside. She knew that she was wet down there. She was at an age where she felt she was at the peak of her sexuality, and it usually took very little to stimulate her. This was certainly no exception. "Mmmm...his fingers are inside my panties now baby!......ooohhhhhh I can feel them sliding slowly along my slit!" "Christ, Janet. You got me so hard with all this. I bet your dripping wet, aren't you?" Janet let out a stifled moan in reply, as she experienced the sensation of a long thick, finger enter her vaginal passage. The finger began to move more rapidly in and out of her wet hole and was quickly joined by a second and then a third digit. Janet's knees buckled slightly and she held on more tightly to her husbands shoulders for support. "I'm getting finger fucked now." she breathed "he's ...got... three...fingers ...deep...in..my..cunt! I think I'm gonna... yes... yes... Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm cummingggggggg" Baz could feel his wife's body shudder against his back as the orgasm crashed through her body. She was obviously incapable of speech, but was rather letting an almost continuous moan escape her lips. His own erection had become quite uncomfortable now, but he knew that it was unlikely that he would be able to do anything about that situation before returning home. He made a mental note to fuck Janet's brains out as soon as they got through the front door! As the fingers were slowly withdrawn from her soaked snatch, Janet wondered with some regret, if her experience was over. She knew that this was not the case, as she felt two strong hands grip her hips and pull her slightly backwards. She glanced around her. She knew that she must have looked flushed and excited, but thankfully, nobody seemed to be paying her any attention, nobody appeared to have seen anything. She tried to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the owner of the hand that had pleasured her so much, but she was held tightly, and again pulled backwards. The gentleness of the fingers now seemed to have vanished. This was fine with Janet, she wanted and needed something more, something a little more turbulent, a little rougher. She was not to be disappointed. With a hard jerk, Janet found herself pulled back against the unmistakable contours of a hard erection, still encased in rough denim. The hands were now back under her skirt and were tugging the back of her silk undergarment down over the swell of her ass. She felt feet between her legs as her own feet were urgently kicked apart thus making access to her cunt that much easier. She heard a zipper being lowered and felt a fumbling behind her. "Oh my God, Baz. I think I'm about to get fucked from behind. He's pulled the back of my panties over my butt and got my legs open!" Baz remained strangely silent, as Janet became aware of her husband's hand now slowly creeping, undetected, up the front of her legs and under her skirt. The crowd surged forward again and Janet suddenly felt the tip of a warm and extremely hard cock pressing insistently against the entrance to her pussy from behind. This was it, she thought. I'm gonna get fucked in a soccer stadium, in front of thousands of people who don't have a clue what's going on! Her feet were kicked a little further apart as she felt the head of the cock pierce her vagina. At the same time, she experienced the feel of her husband's familiar touch as his hand slipped under her skirt and down into the front of her panties in one swift motion. Her pussy was now so wet that the hard erection behind her was thrust up into her vagina with little resistance. As the cock began to drive it's way into her depths, so Baz began a light massaging on the hard clit that he had just located. Janet's hips were being thrust back and forth by the powerful movements of her unseen assailant. There seemed no let up for her. Thrust backwards, she was impaled deeply on the strangers solid meat, and, thrust forward, her tender, throbbing clitoris was being frantically stroked by Baz. There was nowhere for her to go other than up to heaven, and Janet succumbed to another earth shattering climax. As her knees buckled once again, she felt the cock, so deep in her pussy, swell and twitch. She knew that the strangers climax was imminent and prepared herself for his cum. With a final deep thrust, that Janet thought would split her in two, the cock erupted. Janet was overtaken by the strength of his climax. His hands gripped her rounded hips so tightly, that, had it not been for the material of her bunched up skirt, she was sure he would have left fingerprints on her skin. His seed exploded into her vagina at a massive velocity as she felt him convulse behind her. His cock spasmed several more time before he was completely drained. All too quickly, Janet felt the intruder withdraw, and heard him rezip his jeans. She realised that throughout the experience, her eyes had been closed. She now opened them and was greeted by the sight of Baz licking his fingers with a wicked grin, and almost immediately, The referee blew his whistle indicating the end of the first half of the game. As the crowd around them began to thin out a little as people drifted towards the bar area, Janet wheeled around to find the stranger that had pleasured her so well. As she turned she was greeted with blank stares from a group of teenage lads. Embarrassed slightly, and realising that the stranger had obviously left without a word, she moved back to Baz and quickly put her arms around him. She suddenly felt very exposed and needed his comfort and protection. "That was amazing." Said Baz breathlessly "At first I thought you were just making it all up because you were bored, but when I had my hand in your panties I could feel every movement of his cock in you pussy! I guess it was definitely for real!" Janet smiled up at him "You bet it was for real! It was so exciting, just knowing that anyone might have seen us, and when you played with my clit I came so hard I thought I'd pass out! We have got to do this again sometime! I think I'm gonna enjoy watching soccer with you." "Soccer is great honey, but right now I just want to get you home" he replied, patting his crotch. "Screw the game! I've got something that needs your attention. And it won't wait much longer!" The End * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!!! A Sporting Chance I waved as Amy's Mini turned the corner out of sight, then went back into the house. As I closed the door, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Hi, Tim," I heard Laura's voice at the other end of the phone. In the background I heard Beth whispering, "Go on, Laura -- ask him." "I will," Laura said, muffled as she put her hand over the mouthpiece. She spoke again. "Tim, do you want to come round here tonight, seeing as you're on your own? Beth and I will cook." I thought for a moment. "Sure. What time?" "Give us an hour?" "OK -- see you about seven then." I put the phone down, and went upstairs to the bedroom. I undressed, then went into the en-suite to shower and shave. As I towelled myself dry, I thought back over the last few months. Beth and Laura's performance in their disciplines had improved steadily, and they were on track to be ready for the European championships. Amy had gone to meet with the Olympic committee to discuss the qualifying criteria for the next Games in Rio. I dressed casually, and on impulse used the aftershave that the girls had bought me the previous Christmas. I put on my jacket and left the house, walking the few minutes to Beth and Laura's. Laura opened the door, and as she hugged me I caught a hint of her perfume, light and floral. I stepped back and looked at her. She wore a knee-length skirt and a sleeveless top, her hair in a ponytail, and simple gold stud earrings. Beth appeared from the kitchen. She wore an elegant black dress, and her scent as she kissed my cheek was deep and woody, almost hypnotic. "Glad you could join us," she said. She poured wine for me and for Laura, then took her own glass. "What shall we drink to?" I asked casually. "To Rio, of course," she said. "Rio," Laura and I echoed. We went through to the dining room and sat down. Melon starters were at each place, and as I took a spoonful I glanced up at Beth. "Kirsch?" She smiled. "Well spotted." The girls started, but I noticed that they kept glancing across at me. I finished my starter, and put my spoon down. Laura stood, and took our plates, going out to the kitchen. "More wine?" offered Beth. "Great," I nodded. She topped up my glass, and Laura returned with plates. "My speciality," she said, grinning. "Spaghetti bolognese." I took a mouthful of the rich sauce. "This is delicious." Beth chipped in, "I made the dessert." As we ate, I glanced across at Laura. She smiled, and the tip of her tongue flicked across her lips, catching a stray drop of sauce. Finally I put my knife and fork down. "Really good, Laura. Give me a minute before dessert?" Beth grinned. "Actually it takes a few minutes to be ready." I raised my eyebrows. "I'm intrigued." She went through to the kitchen, and I heard what I thought was the sound of a whisk, then the oven door. She came back in. "OK -- when the kitchen timer pings." "You guys get to take some time off after the championships," I said. "Are you planning to go anywhere?" Laura nodded. "Two whole weeks off -- don't worry, we'll still manage a run every day, but we're trying to come up with our ideal destination." "You've travelled, haven't you, Tim?" asked Beth. "Sure -- but most of the places weren't in the best of shape when I was there," I said wryly. "But I hear Beirut is really amazing now." "What was the most dramatic thing that happened to you?" asked Laura. I thought for a moment. "Being in Kosovo when they tried to take out Milosevic the first time. You know in those Clancy novels where they use a laser to guide in a smart bomb?" Beth nodded. "Well, believe me, when you're crouching outside the headquarters of a regime that's been condemned by the rest of the world, and you hear the sound of a stealthed helicopter and see a tiny bright dot appear on the wall of the building, it really focuses the mind." I rolled up one sleeve. "I didn't run quite fast enough." Laura traced the length of the jagged scar with one finger, and looked like she was about to say something. At that moment the timer pinged, and Beth dashed back to the kitchen and opened the oven door. She returned with three dishes on a tray. "Careful," she said, "the dishes are hot." She used a cloth to put the dishes in front of us. "Eat it before it sinks." I picked up my spoon, and took a mouthful. "Oh, wow, Beth. That's amazing. What is it?" She grinned at my response. "It's Austrian -- a sweet soufflé." The fluffy dessert was quickly gone, and I looked up at the girls. "That was an amazing meal," I said. "Glad you enjoyed it," said Laura. "Coffee?" "Sure," I said. Beth and I went through into the living room, and Laura fetched the coffee from the kitchen. Beth sat down at one end of the sofa, and I sat in the middle. Laura poured, then sat down on the other side of me. I picked up my coffee and sipped. "So what places are you considering for your trip?" "I want to spend some time on the beach," said Laura, "but we'd both like to see some cultural stuff too." I thought for a while. "I have an idea, though it's a bit far." "Go on," said Beth, leaning closer. "Well, one place that fits your description is Goa -- you know, the part of India that used to be Portuguese." "Wow," said Laura. "That sounds really interesting." "We can have a look online tomorrow," said Beth. "Now," said Laura, her voice somehow lower, richer in tone, "time to start with the rest of this evening's plan." Before I quite realised what was happening, she leaned closer to me, and kissed me softly on the mouth. She moved back a little, and I looked into her face, momentarily lost for words. "My turn," prompted Beth, and Laura moved aside. Beth leaned over, closing her eyes and turning her face up a little, and I couldn't resist the implied invitation, kissing her gently. I took a deep breath and leaned back. "So, suppose you two tell me what's going on?" Laura looked across at Beth. "Didn't we think he was smarter than that?" Beth grinned. "You can't blame him for being a little surprised." She turned to me. "Laura and I have really focused on training for the last few months -- I know we haven't discussed it with you, but we kind of assumed that boyfriends were off the agenda in the run-up to the Games. It's great that we're getting to go on holiday, but, well, we need something else too..." Laura continued the explanation. "We absolutely don't want to break in on your relationship with Amy -- you two are great together -- but we couldn't think of another way to deal with how we're feeling." My eyebrows rose higher as they spoke. I paused for a moment, then said, "Well, girls, you wouldn't believe me if I said I'd never noticed you two in that way. You're sure about this?" Beth nodded. "Definitely." I grinned. "OK, it's a deal. But before we go any further, I want a proper kiss from both of you. Laura, I think it's your turn?" She smiled, closing her eyes and parting her lips, tilting her face up. I bent to kiss her, and as our lips met I heard her give a quiet moan, no more than a murmur. I put my hand gently behind her head, twining my fingers in her hair, and our kiss deepened, Laura sliding the tip of her tongue between my lips. After a few more moments, I reluctantly broke the kiss. Laura's face wore a dreamy expression, and she watched as I turned to Beth, stroking her hair and kissing the corner of her mouth. She pulled my lips to hers, her hands on either side of my head, and kissed me urgently, almost desperately. Then she pulled away. "Come on," she said. "Let's go upstairs, before one of us tears your clothes off right here in the living room." She reached out her hands to me and pulled me to my feet, then did the same for Laura. Beth was first up the stairs, then Laura, and I followed, watching their hips swaying invitingly as they climbed. We reached the master bedroom -- still with the king-size bed that I'd put in when I'd been living in the house by myself -- and Laura sprawled playfully on the bed. "Tell Tim what we imagined, Beth." Beth began. "Well, Laura and I were lying in bed the other day -- we share this room, it seems silly to sleep apart when we always have so much to talk about. We got to thinking about what we'd do if we could persuade you to be with us." "So we'd heard a radio program about how if you don't use one of your senses, the others get more acute. We wondered what it would be like if you weren't allowed to look -- if we blindfolded you -- so you could only know what was happening by hearing, or touch..." "Or scent, or taste," said Laura, her voice low, full of meaning. I grinned. "You've obviously thought about this a lot. It sounds intriguing -- why don't we give it a try." "Great," said Beth. She thought for a moment. "I suppose the first thing would be for you to undress -- you might find it a bit tricky after the blindfold's on." "OK," I said. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, throwing it over the back of a chair. Then I undid my belt, and slipped out of my trousers, pulling off my socks at the same time. I glanced across at the girls. Both of them were watching me, their eyes not leaving my body. "Not shy, are you?" teased Laura. I shook my head. "There's no rush -- just increasing the anticipation." I took off my y-fronts, and stood relaxed, my arms by my side. "OK with what you see, girls?" Beth pretended to look uncertain, then moved closer to me and kissed me briefly. "Wouldn't miss it." Laura said, "Right, time for the blindfold, Beth." Beth opened a drawer, pulling out a silk scarf. She put the scarf over my eyes and tied it behind my head. "Now, no cheating, Tim. Can you see anything?" I shook my head. "Not a thing." I heard Laura's giggle. "OK, this is where the fun starts." I heard a creak, and guessed that Laura had stood up. For a few moments there was silence, then I heard the unmistakeable rustle of clothing. "So are you two broads as naked as I am now?" I asked in a hammed-up American accent. "Maybe," came Beth's amused voice. "Now, you need to be on the bed." I felt a hand take mine and lead me slowly forward till my legs met the edge of the mattress. I turned, and slid onto the bed, lying back till my head touched the pillow. The bed shifted, and I felt one of the girls kneel near my feet, the other by my side. I waited to see what they would do next. I felt a hand slide up my leg and then lightly grasp my already semi-erect penis. There was a pause, then I felt the head of my penis surrounded by warmth as one of the girls took it into her mouth. "Mm," I said, "that's good." I reached out a hand to touch her hair. Both Laura and Beth had their hair cut to a similar length so I couldn't guess who was who. I felt warm breath on my chest, then a mouth on my nipple, tonguing and suckling. "Ahh," I said. "That feels amazing." The lips on my chest curved in a smile, then continued to pleasure me, switching to the other nipple. As whoever it was leaned across me, I felt soft breasts pressing against my chest. Beth's breasts were larger than Laura's, so I guessed it might be her suckling me. "Don't get me too excited, girls," I cautioned. "I guess you want plenty of time and attention from me too." I felt the head of my penis slip out of the warmth surrounding it, and Laura's voice said, "Definitely -- though I'm sure you could do a great job even if we went a little far with you to start with." I smiled. "I was pretty sure it was you down there, and Beth here." Beth spoke up. "That gets you a point. But now you have to guess again." Laura added, "Slide down the bed a little, Tim." I followed her instruction, shifting down so that my feet were just hanging over the edge of the mattress. From the movement of the bed I could tell that the girls were changing position, one of them by my side, the other now apparently above my head. I sensed movement near my face, and soft skin, with a hint of Laura's floral perfume, brushed my lips. I touched my lips to the softness above me, then continued to plant gentle kisses as I turned my head slowly to one side. As I'd anticipated, I felt the hardness of an erect nipple against my lips, and Laura shifted position to centre it against my mouth. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then took it between my lips and gently started to suckle. "Ohhh," came Laura's voice, no longer caring whether I'd already guessed it was her kneeling over me, bending to place her breasts within reach of my mouth. I wondered what Beth was planning, and my question was soon answered as I felt her slide across my legs, then my erect penis was surrounded from both sides by softness as she leaned forward to place her breasts there. Laura shifted so that I was pleasuring her other breast, then I felt her tongue sliding over my nipple and suckling me, returning what I was doing for her. "Mm," I said, "that's really good. Laura's perfume was a bit of a giveaway, though -- I guess you dabbed it between your breasts?" "That's right," she said. "And a few other places, you'll find them as we go along." "Did you like what I did?" asked Beth. "Oh yes," I said definitely. Reluctantly Laura pulled her breasts away from me, and Beth slid back off me. They moved again, and I felt one of them slide across me, this time at the level of my chest. Again I felt something soft touch my face, and I kissed the skin before me. As I turned my head, I found my kisses taking me into a deeper cleft, and I stopped, a little surprised, as my lips touched an unmistakeable circular pucker. I kissed it, then used the tip of my tongue to circle the opening, then to probe just a little way in. "Mm," I heard Beth respond, her voice strangely throaty, and I probed a little deeper. "Ahh." I didn't have to wait long to discover Laura's next move. I felt her slide across me, and the unmistakeable feeling of her wet opening against my erection. She didn't guide me into her, but moved her hips slightly, so that her clitoris was pressing on my shaft. I decided to see if the girls were ready for me to take a more active part, and slid my hand round Beth's thigh to the wetness between her legs, searching for her clitoris with my fingers while I continued to use my tongue on her rear opening. "Ohh," she said as my fingers explored her. "Laura, is that in the rules? Please say yes." "Oh, I think so," Laura said, obvious amusement in her voice at Beth's response to my touch. "But we're missing a trick -- how about you touch me too?" That was the moment so far when I most wished I could see what was happening, Laura's movements on me becoming more urgent as Beth obviously started to caress Laura's breasts. "Mm," said Beth. "This is fantastic, but I think it's time for another change. Laura, do you want to take my place?" They slid off me, then I felt Laura take the place Beth had occupied. But something was different. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal, and as she shifted her hips and I moved my head to kiss her, I knew her wet opening was fully open to whatever my mouth and tongue might do. I slid my tongue softly along her entrance, finding the hard nub of her clitoris then beginning to flick the tip of my tongue gently over it. She gasped. "Touch my breasts?" I reached my hands up, finding her breasts and then her erect nipples, gently caressing them with my fingertips. I felt Beth slide across me, her wetness now against my stomach, and whatever she did next obviously pleased Laura, who gave a quiet sound of pleasure. "You're right, Beth," said Laura. "It is good being touched there. I..." She was distracted from what she was about to say by the sensation of me taking her clitoris into my mouth and gently suckling it, while I brushed my palms across her nipples. "Ohh," she managed, "I'm getting quite close now." "Time for another switch," said Beth. "OK," came Laura's half-disappointed reply. "You remember our deal, right?" As she slid off me, I said, "Girls? It's really been amazing not being able to see what's going on -- you were right, it does make the other senses more acute. But I really would like to be able to see you two come..." "What do you reckon, Beth?" said Laura. "I think Tim's right -- and watching his face as he watches us climax will be pretty hot too." "OK," said Laura. I felt hands on the knotted scarf, then I could see again. Laura knelt beside me, while Beth was still in her position across my stomach, her face slightly flushed, her nipples erect. I paused, my eyes drinking in the sight of both of them, Laura slim with pert breasts, Beth's figure fuller, her breasts a little larger. My mind slowly connected what I saw with the sensations I'd already experienced -- touch, taste, scent, the sounds of pleasure I'd evoked from both girls -- and I felt a surge of renewed desire. "So this deal you made..." I said enquiringly. Laura glanced at Beth. "You'll see." Beth slid upwards, and for the first time I saw the inviting opening below the neatly-trimmed triangle of her mound. I reached out my hands to cup her bottom and draw her towards my mouth, starting to gently tongue her. Laura moved behind Beth, and this time I felt her hand on my penis guiding me inside her as she lowered her hips. Laura reached out her hand and slid it between Beth's legs from behind, and Beth gasped as Laura's fingers began to touch her rear opening. I moved my hands up to Beth's breasts, and watched her face as I began to gently suckle her clitoris and stroke her breasts and nipples. I felt her begin to tense, her hips now pushing against my mouth, and like a breaking dam her climax came, her face showing the expression that I'd have mistaken for pain if I hadn't known what she was experiencing. She continued to climax, gasping, for long seconds, then the shaking of her body slowed to stillness. "Wow," she said, still panting, "that was incredible." Beth moved aside so that I could see Laura, a slight smile on her lips as she flexed her hips a little. I matched Laura's movements, withdrawing slightly then pressing deeply into her. "Mm," she said, "that's really good." I started to move rhythmically in her, and she closed her eyes, sliding her hand down her stomach to touch herself. Then with an effort she forced her eyes open. "One last thing," she said. Carefully she changed position, keeping me inside her, so that she was facing away from me. As she began to move again, Beth glanced at me and smiled, reaching out her hand so I could see her touching Laura's rear opening. I started to flex my hips, watching my erect penis pushing in and out of Laura as her slim, rounded bottom moved up and down, Beth sliding her finger a little way into Laura's other opening and withdrawing it. "I'm... going... to...." started Laura, then I felt her pushing herself down on me urgently, repeatedly. Her muscles rippled around my hardness, and finally I reached my own climax, Beth watching my face with a satisfied expression as I spurted once, then again, then again into Laura. Finally Laura relaxed, and leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and Beth rested her head against Laura's stomach. As I softened, I slid out of Laura, and she made a quiet sound of regret. Beth smiled. "Sorry, Laura, you'll have to wait for your next turn." She looked up at me. "How long before you'll be ready again?" I grinned. "Why don't you tell me what else you imagined for us -- I'm sure that'll catch my interest again pretty quickly." Laura slid off me, and lay to one side of me, her arm across my stomach, while Beth lay on my other side, propped on one elbow. A Sporting Chance "Well," she said. "We imagined the whole blindfold thing, but I don't think either Laura or I anticipated the difference that our other opening being touched would make." Laura shook her head. "So," Beth continued, "when it's my turn, I think I'd like to be where Laura started off, on top, facing you, and have Laura touch me there while you're in me." "I'm up for that," said Laura. She reached out a finger and absent-mindedly began to circle my nipple. I felt myself stir, and Beth glanced down. "Seems to me like it wouldn't take much to get you ready again," she said. She bent down and touched the tip of my other nipple lightly with her tongue. Then she moved downwards, running the flat of her tongue up my now nearly-erect shaft. "Mm," she said. "I think I like the taste of you, Laura." Laura smiled, and bent to gently tongue and suckle my nipples. Beth continued to use her tongue on me, and quickly I was fully erect again. "OK," said Beth, "here goes." She slid across me, guiding me into her. Laura reluctantly stopped her attentions to my chest, and moved behind Beth, first sliding her hands round Beth's body to cup her breasts. "Mm," said Beth. "Do you think you could manage to touch my breasts as well as the other place?" Over Beth's shoulder I saw Laura smile. "I'll give it a go," she said. With one hand she continued to caress Beth's breasts, while the other slid down Beth's back and into the cleft of her bottom. Beth made a low sound of pleasure as Laura touched her rear opening, and began to move her hips slowly, pressing me even deeper into her. Because I'd already spent myself into Laura only a few minutes before, I could easily hold back my own climax, and I watched entranced as Beth moved on me, sometimes leaning forward to press her clitoris against my shaft, sometimes leaning back into Laura's breasts and using her hand to touch herself. I reached out my hand and gently stroked Beth's other nipple, matching my movements to Laura's, and Beth tilted her head back, starting to gasp as I moved in her. Laura began to kiss Beth's back and shoulders, then the back of her neck, and Beth closed her eyes and turned her head so that Laura could just reach to kiss her on the lips. Then she broke the kiss and said, "So close now..." Again I watched as her expression changed, and if anything her second orgasm was more intense than the first, her body shuddering. She lowered herself onto me, her still-hard nipples pressing into my chest. "Wow," she murmured. After a few moments she said, "Tim? Did you not come that time?" I grinned. "No -- I wanted to let you take all the time you needed." "Do you want to now?" "Definitely -- but Laura's down one orgasm on you at the moment." Laura looked thoughtful, then said, "I know how we can even things up. Beth, kneel on the bed." Beth rolled off me, and knelt. Laura lay down, her legs apart. Beth needed no more invitation, and bent to touch her tongue to Laura's entrance. I watched Laura's face as Beth brought up a hand to slide her thumb gently inside her, curling her index finger gently to touch Laura's other opening. I bent to Laura's breasts, drawing the tip of my tongue wetly against each nipple, and she moaned, arching her back to press her breasts against my mouth. I suckled each nipple for a few moments, then Beth said, "Tim? You ready?" "Sorry, Laura," I said. "But you can touch yourself instead..." She smiled and nodded, bringing her hands to her breasts and starting to caress them and slide her palms over her nipples, still wet from my mouth on them. I moved behind Beth, and ran my fingers over her entrance for a moment, then put my hard tip against her opening. "Mm," she said. "Go for it." I slid into her, then reached round to hold her breasts in my hands. I watched Laura's face as Beth used her tongue more intensely, then I started to move inside Beth. "Mm," I said, "this is good." I moved slowly, wanting Laura to climax first, and I wasn't disappointed -- Laura started to give tiny cries of pleasure, getting louder, and finally crying out as Beth took her to a powerful orgasm. Beth continued to kiss Laura's mound and stomach, as I moved inside her. I pulled back a little, and slipped out of Beth accidentally. "Oops." I took hold of my penis, and as I was guiding it back towards Beth's waiting entrance, the tip touched her rear opening. My penis was incredibly slippery from being in Beth, and on impulse I pressed the tip just a little way inside Beth's other opening. "Ohh," said Beth, "that feels good, don't stop." I pressed a little further in, and as I felt Beth relax, my whole length slid into her. "Are you OK?" I asked. "More than OK," she said. "Touch my breasts again." I complied, caressing them with my hands. "You can start to move in me," she said, her voice throaty as it had been when I'd first used my tongue to touch her there. I began to flex my hips, my length sliding easily inside her, and I felt myself begin to build towards my climax. I let go of Beth's breasts, and slid one hand between her legs to touch her clitoris. Laura caught my eye, and her hands took the place of mine on Beth's breasts. "Mm," said Beth, "go for it, Tim." I moved more quickly, and as I reached the very edge of my climax, I felt Beth's body start to tense, and a sensation I'd never experienced before overwhelmed me as her muscles rippled around me. She gave a cry, almost a scream, and as I finally spurted into her she shook beneath me then went limp. "Beth?" I panted. "Are you all right?" Her voice had a faraway quality as she said, "Oh, yes..." I carefully withdrew from her, and rolled her onto her side. I lay behind her, embracing her, while Laura put her arms round her and held Beth's head to her breasts. "Wow," said Laura. "Our imaginings didn't include that." I grinned at her over Beth's shoulder. "It wouldn't be so interesting if you knew exactly how things were going to go, would it." She shook her head, closing her eyes and resting her head on the pillow. After a few minutes, the slow regular breathing of both girls made it obvious that they'd drifted in to a contented sleep, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of utter satisfaction. When I woke, the first light of dawn was filtering through a gap in the curtains, and Laura was propped on one elbow looking at me. "Hope you enjoyed our little surprise," she said, her eyes twinkling. I nodded. "Just remember for next time," she said, "it's my turn for what Beth had that last time -- I can't wait to find out what it's like." "Next time?" I queried, smiling. "Well," she grinned, "you may have satisfied us pretty thoroughly last night, but I'm sure it won't be long before Beth and I both need that again, especially if you're going to keep us on such a tight leash with our training." Beth opened her eyes, and added, "After all, you are our coach -- it's your job to take care of everything we need to be in top shape." I grinned. "OK -- I'll make a note -- your diet plan, training timetable, and not forgetting making sure you get everything you need in the bedroom." "I'm sure we can think of a few other places," teased Beth. "The sauna, maybe, one night when there's nobody else there..." "The possibilities are endless," said Laura, a thoughtful look on her face...