2 comments/ 123074 views/ 7 favorites George & Martha By: joaq123 1. The first time I met Martha was in the fall of 1975, or thereabout. Her husband, George, and I were college classmates, sharing classes together and working on the college poetry magazine. He was a skinny, beak-nosed fellow with rather lifeless brown eyes, intense, with the typically undergraduate assurance that we were intellectually superior to everyone else around us. He studied French, frequently citing those French poets of whom I still know very little, while I limited my self to Keats and Shelley and a smattering of modern Spanish poets in translation. He studied French, I think, because he felt it to be more avant-garde, while I studied Spanish because I needed two years of a language to graduate and I figured it was the easiest way out. Apart from shared classes and work on the magazine, George and I frequented the bars occasionally with a few other college friends. Whenever he had a little bit too much to drink, which was frequently, he always turned the conversation to sex, liberated sex, sex with no boundaries. I figured it was the influence of his French poetry coming out. From time to time I saw him and Martha at a party. She and I always chatted a bit, but I never really gave her much thought. She was attractive in a skinny sort of way, tall and lanky, with shoulder-length brown hair that reminded me a bit of Faye Dunaway in Chinatown. But she was his wife, and I was definitely more interested in someone unattached. One day while working on assorted editorial chores, George asked me if I’d like to come by their house that evening for a few drinks. I had no plans, so I readily agreed. I was twenty-four at the time and recently divorced. I figured sharing a few drinks with a married couple was better than drinking alone in some bar, where I’d probably find little of interest and would wind up home alone anyway. At any rate, I’d be able to have some good conversation, and it seemed a good way to expand my relatively limited circle of friends. I got to their small house around 9:30, and after taking a quick tour, we sat down on the couch to listen to some music. I’d brought a bottle of tequila, so Martha excused herself to fix drinks. Making idle chat with George, I took a discrete look at her as she left. Her tight jeans showed off a nicely rounded ass, something I didn’t expect to see on a skinny gal. When she returned, I enjoyed her tight red sweater which clearly showed her nipples. She was wearing no bra--nothing remarkable for the seventies She sat between George and me. It was a small couch so we were sitting there thigh to thigh. As I’d had a few drinks before arriving, I was enjoying the feel of her leg next to mine. It had been over a month since I was last with a woman, and I figured I would enjoy whatever small pleasure was available. We went through several rounds of drinks, listening to the music, smoking cigarettes, chatting idly. Clearly George was beginning to feel the effects of the José Cuervo and began talking about “sex, liberated sex, sex with no boundaries.” Martha gave me a twinkling grin and rolled her eyes as if to say, “Here he goes again.” I figured with that there would be no more drinks and that she’d probably start trying to bring the evening to a close. To my surprise, she got up, gave me a wink, and headed to the kitchen for another round. George leaned over, put his hand on my thigh, and said in a low voice that if I was up for it, Martha might like to fool around with me a little. Despite the drinks I’d had, I was a bit taken aback. However, always being open to whatever, I said that if he was okay with it we could see what happened when she returned. He grinned, squeezed my thigh in a friendly manner, and moved back over to his seat on the couch. I heard a toilet flush and within a few moments Martha returned, drinks in hand. While putting them down, she and George exchanged glances, then she sat down between us once again and turned to me with a knowing smile. She leaned into me and gave me a brief peck and a strong hug. I looked over at George and, when he nodded me a go-ahead, Martha and I entered a passionate embrace. Even though I felt strange with the situation, my emotions were intense. I began fondling her breasts and slowly moved my hand under her sweater. She reacted immediately to this and placed her hand between my thighs, gently squeezing my balls and exploring my hard on with her thumb and forefinger. George moved back against his seat to give us a bit more room, and I noticed he was lightly massaging his own erection. But I was so caught up in the sensations we were experiencing that I could care less what he did. I raised her sweater, flicking her small nipples in circular motions with my tongue. She reacted by tugging my belt free, undoing the top button of my jeans and unzipping my pants. In those days I never wore underwear, so she easily freed my dick, stroking me slowly, gently, spreading the precum over the head. I caressed her mound through her jeans and, moaning, she spread her thighs wider to give me better access. She then reached down and undid her pants so that I could touch her directly. We were absolutely carried away, mindless of anything else. At this point I felt a tugging at my jeans and I raised my hips to make it easier to pull them down. As my seven and half inches sprang to full attention, I pulled Martha into an even harder embrace, relishing every moment of our lovemaking. It was then I realized that it was George, not Martha, who had pulled down my pants and he was the one who was now stroking me. The intensity of my feelings was incredible, but it grew ever stronger when he kissed the tip of my dick and then engulfed me entirely in his wet, warm mouth. Nuzzling my pubes, he then slowly backed off, bathing me in his saliva and licking the underside from balls to crown. Meanwhile, I was finger-fucking Martha and massaging her clit with my thumb. Her body began to tense up, clearly on the verge of an orgasm. George was working me over like a pro, taking me completely in his mouth and then slowly letting me out, swirling his tongue over the head of my dick, lapping along the underside of the shaft, teasing my balls, and then engulfing me completely once again. I was in a new world and had no desire to ever leave it, sucking on Martha’s breasts, masturbating her, and getting the blowjob of a lifetime. Martha was responding strongly to my attention and began to buck and moan in a shattering orgasm. I then joined her, filling George’s mouth with one hell of a load. He held me in his mouth until I began to soften. We both relaxed in a post-orgasmic glow, hugging one another fiercely, while I watched George swallow, wiping a few stray globs of cum from his cheek and lick them off his fingers. Never had I experienced sex so satisfying. 2. Martha pulled her sweater down and got up, grabbing her drink. “Be back in a minute,” she said. “Don’t go anywhere.” Feeling a little self-conscious, I put my dick back in my pants, lit a cigarette, and took my drink. George was leaning back against the opposite end of the couch with a satisfied look on his face. He, too, had lit a cigarette and was nursing his drink. “Wow, I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t need to say anything; that was great,” he replied. Apparently he hadn’t come yet because he was still sporting a noticeable bulge in his trousers. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just sat there enjoying my drink and smoke, hoping that Martha would soon return. Somehow her presence made things feel more comfortable for me. I didn’t have to wait long. She came back wearing a dark silk Japanese-style robe loosely tied at the waist, carrying her glass and the half-empty bottle of tequila with her. She sat back down between us and lit a cigarette. I snuffed mine out. “So did you like that?” she asked, refilling my glass and George’s. “How could I not?” I replied. “It’s not often I get an experience like that.” She gave me a brief kiss and said, “Good, you rest up a bit and have another drink. Then it’s my turn.” She laughed. “George, what are you going to do with that thing?” obviously noticing his straining trousers.. “Nothing yet. I’ll get my turn later.” He put out his cigarette and resumed his position on the couch. Martha returned her attention to me, tickling the hairs above my dick. George just sat there with sort of a silly grin. I could see her breast peeking from her robe. Her hand moved inside my jeans and she began squeezing and stroking me. I started to feel the life slowly returning. When I reached about three-quarters of my length, Martha stood up and took me by the hand. “Let’s go,” she said. I got up, we grabbed our drinks, and I followed her into the small bedroom with George right behind me. Once there, she started unbuttoning my shirt. “We don’t need all these clothes, do we.” She removed my shirt, kissing my nipples, while I dropped my jeans to the floor and kicked them away. George was getting naked as well. She slid her robe off and got on the bed, leading me by the hand. It didn’t take much leading. I slid in beside her and began kissing her and fondling her breasts. George moved in on the other side and joined me. We each took a breast in our mouth and our hands joined in the middle to part the moist lips of her cunt. She moaned and began widening her legs. While she and I continued kissing, George moved down and licked her pussy, adding his saliva to her juices. At the same time he reached over and started slowly stroking my balls and alternately moving his hand up and down the shaft. Martha’s cunt was fully open from George’s insistent tonguing and from her moans it was evident that she was ready for her “turn.”. All at once he got up on his knees, and maintaining a firm grip on my cock, he pulled me toward her waiting snatch. I needed no further coaxing nor instructions and, pulling his hand off me, I gently entered Martha’s well-lubricated hole. Despite her arousal, she was surprisingly tight. I pushed completely into her and held her quietly in a strong embrace, enjoying the new sensations. She responded with a quick series of contractions, clenching and releasing my dick. That was it for me. I began to move in and out of her, increasing the force and speed of my attentions with every thrust. She locked her legs around my back to pull me even more deeply inside, and we began to ride in earnest. She was incredible and her apparent orgasms gave me a great sense of power and well-being. I wanted to please her for as long as I could, but her lovemaking had me on the verge of orgasm in a couple of minutes. “God!” I moaned as the semen erupted. With four or five strong spurts, I lay still, feeling completely drained. She clenched me tightly as she continued to enjoy the afterglow of what clearly was an incredible session for her as well. “Whoa! That was something,” she whispered, and let me go. George had clearly enjoyed watching us because he seemed erect to the point of bursting, the head of his cock shiny with his precum. However, he still hadn’t come. During the whole session, he had been smoking and drinking, and his eyes now had a sort of dead glaze about them. He moved toward Martha as I sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, rummaged through my shirt for my cigarettes and enjoyed a great after-sex smoke. She lay quietly, eyes closed, with her arms over her face. No one spoke a word. It was if we were all in our own private world relishing the whole experience. A bit lost in my thoughts, I slowly smoked and took a sip of my drink, taking in the beautiful site of Martha in repose. Her cunt was wide open, her pubic hair was matted, and a small trickle of come was starting to make its way down to the crack of her ass. George dabbed his fingers in her cunt and then brought them to his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of my recent deposit. As I was putting out my cigarette, he moved between Martha’s legs and, putting them over his shoulders, took his place and fucked her roughly. He lasted only about five strokes before filling her with his load as well. He then pulled out rather quickly, I thought, and placed his mouth over her cunt. He began greedily lapping at our combined juices and gently massaging the top of her mound, forcing everything inside to flow steadily into his mouth. From the sounds he was making it was clear that this was the treat that he had been patiently waiting for. Martha never removed her arms from her face. She simply lay back, let George bring her to another orgasm, and moaned. After sucking all he could from her pussy, he sat up. His mouth was shiny from the come he had been eating and there were ropy strings between his lips. Wiping his mouth, he licked his hand clean and sighed, “Hmmm, I could do that all night.” He gave me a wink. He then left and I turned to cuddle a bit with Martha. She embraced me, we kissed a bit, and I started to play with her sopping wet cunt. She apparently liked the soft, slow strokes. When I started to lightly trace my fingers over her asshole, she pushed my hand away and saying, “No, that’s not for me. If you want that you’ll have to ask George.” I stopped, kissed her again and gave her a strong hug. 3. I got up, put on my shirt without buttoning it and pulled up my jeans, heading for the living room with drink in hand. I was feeling sort of hazy from the drink and the confused mix of emotions that I felt about what had just happened. I fumbled around a bit and refilled my drink. What happened next I don’t recall exactly—the drink was taking its toll. However, when I was a bit more conscious I realized that I was lying on the living room floor and staring at George’s erect cock. I still had on my unbuttoned shirt, but I was naked from the waist down, hard as a rock, and a naked George was lazily giving me a blowjob. I leaned forward and licked his cock head for awhile, savoring the taste and texture of his precum. From his reaction, he liked what I was doing, so I began to take more and more of him into my mouth. As I continued to pleasure him, letting him slide in and out, licking the length of his shaft from time to time, and then taking him nearly completely toward the back of my throat, I realized that Martha was standing at the bedroom door with her robe open. She was stroking her clit and smiling as she watched us. I caught her eye and I think she gave me a wink. I’m not sure. I was way into the effects of the drink and job at hand and didn’t really focus too well. Whatever, it didn’t stop me from enjoying the feel of that wet, spongy hard prick deep in my mouth. George became more active, tickling my balls as he sucked me and occasionally tracing his fingers over my asshole. The combined sensation was so incredible that I shot another load almost immediately. He swallowed it all, not losing a drop. Probably after so much recent activity I didn’t have much to swallow. At any rate, I let him out of my mouth to lie back and relish the sensations of yet another orgasm. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was that George was sitting on the couch in his underwear, and Martha was sitting beside him, her robe now closed. They were both smoking a cigarette and nursing their drinks. Despite our intimacy and the alcoholic haze, I felt self-conscious lying there face up naked in front of them. I raised up and looked for my pants. They were a few feet away from me, so I got up and put them on. I felt as if I were on exhibition, a fine prize for their evening, bit I didn’t care. After zipping up, I found my cigarettes and stumbled over to the couch, sitting beside Martha. I leaned forward, my head in my hands, slowly smoking. Martha leaned over a gave me a seemingly innocent peck on the cheek. “You were great tonight,” she said. “We’ve really enjoyed your company.” “What can I say, guys? It was great for me too.” She offered me a coffee, but I declined and in a few minutes headed for the door. George looked up at me and said, “Thanks, man. Let’s do it again some time.” “Any time, George. Thanks.” With that I left and headed for my car. George & Martha Ch. 02 After that first night together, I couldn’t get the images of what we had done out of my mind. I found myself longing for a repeat visit. What we had done—Martha and I, George and I, the three of us together—formed the center of all my masturbatory fantasies for some time to come. I also began to fantasize how it would be to be with one or the other alone, a leisurely hetero fuck with her or a mutual suck session with him. The topic never came up at school between George and me; I guess we figured it was better left unsaid in a public place. However, late one night, or early one morning, I was awakened by the sound of my doorbell ringing. I was groggy as hell, having downed more scotch than I should have, and it took me some time to figure out what was going on. The bell kept ringing, and as I regained a bit more consciousness, I made my way to the door, dragging on a pair of gym shorts. Looking through the peephole, I saw George. “Hang on a minute,” I muttered, and fumbled to open the door. “Hi, I thought I’d stop by for a minute,” George said, stumbling a bit with his words. It was obvious that he was at least as drunk as I was. “Come on in,” I offered. And he came into my small living room. He reeked of liquor and stale tobacco. “So what’s up, George?” “I was hoping that you’d be,” he snickered. “Want a drink?” I offered. “Sure,” he replied. “Whatcha got?” “There’s a bit of scotch left, nothing else.” “Ok, give me a shot.” I wandered through my bedroom to the kitchen, turning on the lights, and poured us a couple of drinks. George, in the meantime, had sat himself down on my bed. I put the drinks on the night stand and went to the stereo to turn on the radio. As my back was turned, I felt a pair of hands stroking my ass and slowly pulling down my shorts. I wasn’t really in the mood, but I didn’t say anything and I let him take the shorts off. With the sleep and the booze, I didn’t have an erection despite his touching me. “Hmmmmm, I need this,” he said and started to stroke my cock and kiss the back of my neck. I’ve never gotten into a guy kissing me, and this was definitely not punching any buttons for me. His hand felt good, but I wasn’t responding very well. “Let’s get you into the bed so I can fix this.” He’d turned me around and was now using one hand to stroke my cock and the other to tickle my balls. It felt great, but I was still basically at half mast. “Must be the booze and the hour,” I thought to myself. I lay back on the bed, and he began to kiss my nipples, his hands never leaving my crotch. I don’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t respond. He moved down to kiss my thighs and then take my dick in his mouth. Still no answer. His kisses felt like those of a woman, and I guess that I wasn’t ready to feel that sort of kissing from him. It was one thing when I had a woman in my arms while a guy sucked me off. Who knows? Somehow, having him here with me alone didn’t do anything for me. He continued to alternate between sucking me and kissing my thighs, and then grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I stroked him for awhile, but he wasn’t too hard either. “Take your pants off, George,” I said. And in a second, I had his bare cock in my hand. I stroked him a bit as he continued to suck me. It was weird. When he and Martha and I were together, I felt an urgency like never before. Now, I was going through the motions and felt little at all. I bent down and took him in my mouth. He, unlike me, responded immediately. He was hard in an instant. I licked the tip, savoring his drops of precum. Even though my dick began to grow a bit as we were 69ing, I had the sense that I’d never come. However, I did enjoy the feel of his tool in my mouth. I worked my tongue up and down the shaft, came back to the tip, tickled the underside with my tongue, and then took him deeply in my mouth again, swallowing as much as I could. I couldn’t quite deep throat him, but I had enough of it in that he began to face fuck me pretty forcefully. I didn’t feel like eating his load, so when I felt him tensing up, I took his dick out of my mouth and began stroking him seriously. He came in just a few seconds, covering his stomach with come and lying back to enjoy his sensations. He stroked his cum-covered belly and licked at his fingers. Meanwhile, he’d let go of me. I wasn’t unhappy with this. I hadn’t felt much of anything. I guess sometimes you just can’t get it up, especially when you’re tired and have had too much to drink. “Come on, George, let’s get cleaned up. Maybe next time, we can do it with Martha again.” I led him into the bathroom where he washed himself off. Then he got dressed, headed for the door, and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared at my doorstep. George & Martha Ch. 03 I didn't see much of George outside of school for some time, and I hadn't seen Martha since our initial three-way encounter. I dreamed of a repeat performance, but somehow our schedules just didn't seem to fit together. As the spring days began warming up. I thought I'd invite them to my Dad's fishing camp for the weekend. It was an average trailer on the lake that had all the necessities, was comfortable, and was only about two hours away. I asked George while we were between classes, and he seemed to like the idea. He told me he'd mention it to Martha and get back to me. I guess she was up for it because later that night he called me at home. "Sounds good," he said. "Let's do it. Martha can get off work early on Friday, around 4:00." "Great," I replied. "I can swing by your place and we can take off whenever you're ready. I'll bring the booze and the food, so we should be set." "See you then; it's a date." That was on a Wednesday, and the remaining days seemed to drag along. I was horny as hell in expectation of the coming weekend, but I refrained from masturbating, thinking I'd save my energies for later. It was rough because my head was filled with the images of the three of us from the last time. But I managed to tough it out, even though it seemed I was in a perpetual state of erection. Friday finally came, and when I finished my last class, I loaded up the car with a few clothes and things, an ample supply of beer and tequila, and more than enough food and snacks to last us for the duration. When 4 o'clock approached, I headed for their house. I don't know why, but I felt nervous as I rang the bell. George opened the door and invited me in. Apparently Martha was in the back organizing their clothes for the trip, and George had already started drinking. He said, "I don't know why she's bothering so much. We probably won't need many clothes once we get there." He winked at me, took a slug of his drink, and gave my crotch a quick squeeze. I smiled in return and lit a cigarette while waiting for Martha to finish. "Okay guys, let's hit the road," she said, entering the living room with a small overnight bag. "I'm looking forward to a quiet getaway." In her tight jeans and a cotton pullover sweater, she looked as great as I remembered. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and we headed out. George rode shotgun, and Martha relaxed in the back seat. I couldn't help but look at her in the rearview mirror from time to time. George was rambling on about a little of nothing on the way, while Martha was silent. It seemed that she was tired from her week's work. Before too long, the road noise took its effect, and she dozed off. George, on the other hand, droned on as we made our way to the lakeside. He was still nursing a stiff drink which he'd brought along. I was sporting a stiff dick in anticipation. As we made small talk on the way, my hard-on didn't go unnoticed by George. He put his hand between my legs and began stroking me lightly. I told him to hold off for a bit because I didn't want to come in my pants before we even got to the trailer. Martha continued to sleep in the back. When we were about thirty minutes away, I turned onto a dirt road, and the roughness roused Martha. "Hey guys, are we about there?" I told her that we had about thirty minutes and asked her if she had slept well. "I'm feeling great now, thank you, and once I get something to eat I'll be up for anything," she replied. "I hope so!" I thought to myself. "He's been up since we left," chortled George. "No thanks to you," I said. "Come on guys, save it for later. Let's enjoy the scenery." And we did for the remainder of the trip. The fresh air and the tall pines seemed to take us out of ourselves for a bit as we wound around the rustic road. Soon we were pulling into the driveway, and we parked alongside the wooden deck. There were several other trailers in the area, but it was too early in the season for anyone to be there. The sun was just setting, and the lakeside air, mingled with the scent of pine, was invigorating. After stretching and looking around a bit, we quickly moved our supplies into the trailer. There were two bedrooms, and I showed them one as theirs. They put their stuff on the bed and came back into the living room, while I arranged my things in the other bedroom and put my toilet gear in the small bathroom off of my bedroom. I returned to the kitchen to put away the food, and then fixed myself a drink. "What do you want?" I asked. "Just a beer for now, thanks," said Martha. "I'll take a beer and a shot," offered George. I fixed their drinks and a double shot of tequila for me, and we settled down in the living room for a smoke and a bit of conversation. George sat in a chair, and I nestled in beside Martha on the couch. "It's nice here," observed Martha. I got the feeling that they didn't get away much. "Yea," said George, "we should have a great time this weekend." As usual, he gave me a wink, and Martha cozied up a bit closer to me. She set her beer down and put her arms around me. "Thanks for inviting us." She hugged me close and gave me a sensuous kiss. I set down my drink and hugged her closer. We began to kiss and make out like teenagers, as she began French kissing me and stroking my back. I responded in kind and began to feel her breasts outside her sweater. When I moved my hand between her legs, she opened them briefly before pushing me away. "Hey, what about dinner first, eh?" I kissed her hard once again and then sat back for a minute. "Okay, let me finish this drink and a cigarette and then I'll make a salad and grill the steaks." George remained quiet as I finished my cigarette, apparently caught up in his own thoughts. I lit the fire outside, finished off the preparations, and after grilling the steaks, we settled in for a hearty dinner. We chatted idly, going through another couple of rounds of drinks. When we finished, Martha offered to help me clean up, but I said, "No. Guests are guests and you don't have to work around here, at least for now" Martha excused herself while I was clearing up the dishes. George grabbed another drink and we talked a bit while I finished. When she returned, she had changed into that wonderful Japanese silk robe and was barefoot. She came over, hugged me, gave me a kiss, and thanked me for the wonderful dinner. She had put on a heady perfume, and I could tell from hugging her that she had nothing on underneath her robe. I fixed more drinks and we returned to our places, me on the couch with Martha and George in his chair. We drank for a bit and enjoyed an after-dinner cigarette. As it was beginning to get dark, I switched on the table lamp nearby. Martha leaned over, put her arm around me, and kissed my neck. When she started nibbling on my ear, I responded immediately by putting my arm around her and kissing her fully. I opened her robe and took her breast in my hand, toying with her erect nipple, while continuing to kiss her. We made out like this for a bit, and I felt as if my erection would break the zipper in my jeans. She began squeezing my dick, and I bent down to take her nipple in my mouth. At this point, I noticed George out of the corner of my eye. Cigarette in mouth, he took off his shoes and socks and then began pulling down his pants, looking at us all the while. He apparently had no underwear because his slightly bent, rock hard erection was waving back and forth. I continued to love on Martha as he walked towards us, his prick poking through his shirt tails. When he was directly in front of us, we stopped kissing. She reached out and gave him a couple of up and down strokes, and then taking him firmly in hand guided his dick to my mouth. I leaned over to give it a loving kiss, licking a drop of precum from the tip. It was warm and virtually tasteless. Before, this would have given me pause, but I felt comfortable with them and everything seemed a natural extension of our mutual feelings. I returned to kissing Martha, while George dropped to his knees in front of me and removed my shoes and socks. Then he started to undo my belt and open my pants. I raised my ass a bit to help him as he slowly tugged down my jeans and took them off. My boner was at full mast and begging for attention. "Mmmmm, that looks interesting," said Martha. She leaned over and gave my cock head a kiss like I had just done to George. She sat back up and stroked me for a moment; then George grabbed my ass and took me completely in his mouth. The sensation was exquisite. This guy was a pro, working me up and down, laving my cock with his tongue, teasing my piss slit, passing underneath the head, and then engulfing me over and over. I opened Martha's robe completely, revealing her incredible, thin, milky white body. She opened her legs and I teased her clit with my fingers. She was more than wet. Continuing to kiss her nipples, I slowly slid a finger, then two deeply into her. She moaned and her cunt opened fully. As I mentioned before, I hadn't come in over three days, and it didn't take long before I was erupting in George's throat. He sucked me hard and long until I finished my spasms. I must have shot five or six times before I finished, and I felt utterly drained. He gave me one last suck and a kiss on the head of my dick before rocking back, swallowing and smiling. I had stopped doing anything to Martha as my climax mounted, and I now sat back almost in oblivion. What a release! Ummmmm. Martha and I were still locked in an embrace; she hugged me lovingly, almost as if we were mother and child. As she was stroking my hair, I nestled my head against her shoulder, reveling in the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm. George got up, leaned over, and kissed her, sharing some of the cum that he had just milked from me. "I love you, Martha," he said. "Me too," she responded and continued to caress me. I was like a puppet under their control, and I was relishing every minute of it. As I began to regain a bit more consciousness, I disentangled myself from Martha and sat up. All took that as cue to regroup and smoke another cigarette. George replenished our drinks, and we sat idly smiling at one another in silence. Apparently, everyone had gotten off on what had just happened. Martha pulled her robe back around her, but George and I just sat there, limp dicks draped across our thighs. When we began to regain strength, I leaned over to Martha again and kissed her. "I think it's your turn, babe," I murmured in her ear. "I think so, too," she replied, and opening her robe, she reclined against the arm of the couch, opening her legs fully. I leaned over and kissed her, then started tonguing her entire body. I moved from her mouth to her neck, then to her breasts, and finally worked my kisses down her smooth, flat stomach to nuzzle her still-moist cunt. I repositioned her so that her thighs were over my shoulders, and I toyed with her clit with my nose before parting her full lips with my tongue. Slowly I tongue-fucked her as deeply as I could, then grabbed her ass with both hands, teasing and sucking her in earnest. She opened up completely and relaxed back against the arm rest. Her taste was incredible, and I savored every drop of her moisture as I continued to work her firmly, yet gently. Her moans suggested that she was enjoying herself completely, and I kept at it for at least ten minutes. Suddenly, she tensed up, clasped my head with her thighs, and let loose a powerful orgasm, flooding my mouth with her juices. I sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked until she went limp, placing her hands across her face with a sigh of relief. I felt proud to be able to give her such apparent delight. George, in the meanwhile, had recovered his erection and was slowly stroking himself as he watched us. I was hard again, too, and ready to continue what Martha and I had just started. I sat up and grabbed her hands, pulling her languidly to her feet and directing her to my bedroom. In a matter of moments, she was face up on the bed and I was working my way between her legs. I swooped down to kiss her snatch once again, and then I placed my cock at her entrance. She grabbed my ass and forced me abruptly into her. She was open and ready, and there surely was never another fuck as sweet as this one. I started slowly in and out and then picked up the pace, fucking her for all I was worth. She clutched me and kissed me and rocked back and forth with my motions. It didn't take long for us to come again. And this time we finished together. I lay still atop her, both hugging and kissing until the aftershocks subsided. We were in bliss, and we remained joined for some time. Martha remained motionless, again with her hands covering her face. I continued to stay in her "Can I get you anything," I asked. "Nooooo," she replied sleepily. I went looking for my cigarettes, lit one, and filled my glass. When I returned, George was between her legs greedily lapping all of our juices from her cunt. I couldn't believe it, but the sight was giving me another erection. "I'm glad I saved it for now," I thought to myself. I gave myself a stroke and enjoyed the wet, sticky sensation, licking my fingers clean. When I tumped out my cigarette and swallowed the last of my drink, I sat down on the bed to watch them, stroking George's ass and lightly tickling his balls. He never let up and after awhile, she came again and again. I'd never been so satisfied nor so turned on. I was hard again. George slowly raised himself up, and I bent down to kiss Martha, stroking her nipples. "No, please, no more for now," she moaned, obviously well-sated for the moment. George winked at me again in his usual manner. I pulled up the sheet to cover her, and joined him at the foot of the bed. He hadn't cum yet, so his dick was even harder than mine. "This is incredible, isn't it," I asked. "Damn straight," he replied. "Hang on a minute." He returned to the kitchen and returned with two more drinks. He joined me on the bed, and I settled against him. We sat together and drank a bit; then he reached over and kissed me. I've never been a fan of a guy kissing me, but at this point it seemed natural. I could taste the mixed juices that he had sucked from Martha, and it gave me an immediate erection. He was still hard, so I started to stroke him gently up and down. He responded by doing the same to me. After a few minutes, he grabbed my drink and set it alongside his on the nightstand. He lay back down next to Martha and pulled me to him. We kissed again and then moved around into a sixty-nine position, well-positioned for some mutual sucking. While we were at it, he fiddled around under the covers and brought a well-moistened finger to my ass. He hadn't cleaned Martha completely out, for her juices were thick and provided the necessary lubrication to slowly enter my pucker while we continued to suck each other. I felt uncomfortable at first, but it was sensuous, and after a bit I dilated enough to permit two, then three of his fingers. I began going after his cock in earnest, when he abruptly pulled away and turned me over next to Martha. She had recovered a little and was now raised up on one elbow watching us. I leaned over to kiss her as George began to rim me, laving my asshole with his tongue and driving me almost to the point of desperation. He quickly began fucking me with his three fingers, and then just as quickly pulled out. I felt empty, longing for more. I didn't have to wait long because he positioned himself on his knees behind me and started working the head of his cock back and forth over my asshole. I arched back in anticipation, and he popped the head in. Uffffff! It burned and I grabbed Martha hard. But it felt good at the same time, and he slowly entered another inch or two. As he pushed the rest of his dick up my ass, I continued to grab Martha, and with tears in my eyes I kissed her. She held me tight as he continued to saw in and out of me, slowly at first and then almost brutally. I'd never felt such a curious mixture of pain and pleasure before, but it was incredible. I clinched my ass around his cock on the down strokes, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. After about fifteen minutes of this, I could feel him tensing, and he erupted with a flood of jism deep within me. And then he was quiet. He stayed lodged in me for a few moments and slowly pulled out. I felt exhausted, empty, not wanting him to pull out and wanting him to at the same time. As I lay limp against Martha, I felt his tongue once again at my opening, entering and probing me, sucking his cum from my aching ass. I rolled over and reached for my drink, took a few sips, and then lay back down with Martha, hugging her. He went for his cigarettes, returned, and finished his drink. I was the one lying with my arms across my face now, and, although my ass was tingling/burning, I began to fall asleep, happy with the love shared among friends.