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MFF

By: Rashers



I lasted a couple of years at university before the authorities decided they’d seen enough and politely showed me the door. Apparently my strict devotion to sex, drugs and rock’n’roll wasn’t what they’d had in mind when they’d invited me to study there.

I suppose I could see their point but I was enjoying myself too much to change my ways. I’d finally reached average height, but stayed thin and pretty in a David Bowie kind of way. My mother bought me contact lenses and I grew my blonde hair long. I was reliably informed that my penis was above average in size. Getting girls and women to fuck me was a lot easier than I’d thought and I really went to town - there weren’t enough hours in the day to study as well. 

For a few weeks after being thrown out I just partied and fucked all night and slept all day. Then my friend Jake told me he wanted to set up an independent record label but needed a partner with some capital. I scrounged the money from my mother and her loaded new husband and we were in business.

Jake and I weren’t exactly natural capitalists and we didn’t have a good ear for what would sell. We drank away a lot of money and signed a lot of crap artists before, through dumb luck, we stumbled across not one but two bands who actually sold a lot of records. Within a year of starting up we were paying ourselves stupid amounts just to go to parties and hang out with rock stars. The good times rolled.

We carried on signing duds, though. These included MFF, a completely average local pub rock band that I was only interested in because I badly wanted to fuck Sally, their keyboard player.

Sally was going out with my best friend from college days but she didn’t stay his girlfriend (and he didn’t stay my friend) for long. She was tall, slim, blonde – yes, like my mother – and slightly hippy-ish. The attraction was strong and mutual. 

One afternoon, just after we gave MFF a contract, Sally knocked on my door and asked if she could talk to me. So we sat on the couch while she complained about her boyfriend. Eventually she hinted that their sex life was… unsatisfactory. This gave me the excuse I needed to turn the conversation around to my first sexual experiences.

I’d learned that this story (which is somewhere on this site if you’re interested) produced useful reactions in girls: either arousal, or sympathy, or – as in Sally’s case - arousal and sympathy. Afterwards she swore that she just meant to put a comforting hand on my thigh. What she actually did was rest her nice long musician’s fingers on my semi-erect cock.

So that’s where we had our first frenzied fuck, right there on the couch. I came quickly, but Sally came quicker. We didn’t even bother taking all our clothes off until we eventually made it into the bedroom.

She moved in a couple of weeks later but not because it was love at first sight. She needed somewhere to live, I had a big flashy flat. I made the drunken offer one night in bed, she drunkenly accepted. 

But it turned out that we actually got on. Not only did we really like each other but, much more importantly, we were perfectly compatible sexually.

For a start, Sally liked watching me masturbate. This was essential. She liked it so much that she would usually have to start masturbating too, and she loved to be watched by me. And she genuinely loved to suck me and make me come in her mouth. I’d known girls who enjoyed doing it but I’d never met any girl who acted like she was desperate to do it - until Sally. 

At first I thought she was putting it on just to please me but sometimes she’d go crazy, dropping to her knees, frantically pulling at my pants, muttering “Let me suck you, let me suck you”, then moaning quietly to herself while slid her wet lips and tongue up, down and around, faster and faster. It might have been scary if it hadn’t felt so good. I’d try to hold back and prolong the ecstasy, but Sally was merciless. When she could sense me coming she’d pant “Yes baby yes baby yes baby” and then take my cock as far in to her mouth as she could while she swallowed. 

The strength and sweetness of my orgasms is directly related to how turned on I am, and when Sally made me come she turned me into a jerking, gibbering fool. Once she told that was why she got so excited – she just loved making me lose control, hearing me moan. When I’d finished thrashing around and groaning and she’d sucked me dry and clean, she would keep my soft dick in her mouth until she could feel it going hard again. Then she’d let me fuck her.

Sometimes when she was happily gobbling away I’d torment her by sliding my slippery, shiny cock out of her mouth and slowly stroking it in front of her face. “Look baby” I’d whisper “You’ve made me all wet and hard.” Sally would whimper and squirm, not knowing what she wanted more – the show, or my cock back in her mouth – and her own hand might slip down between her legs. She’d keep her mouth open while I wanked and came all over her lovely face.

Apart from this enthusiasm for oral sex Sally was usually passive but compliant. I mean that she didn’t do much that I didn’t ask her to do, but she did do what I asked. Making her come with my cock, tongue or fingers was easy, and she must have averaged four or five of her huge, juddering, shuddering orgasms to every one of mine. I used to tease her about how many she owed me.

To cut a long story short I was happy. I was even a one woman guy for the first and last time in my life. In my line of work screwing around was practically compulsory and Jake was baffled, but I wanted Sally to be happy too. After all, I reckoned, how likely was it that there was anything better than her out there?

So the night when Sally asked me out of the blue “Did you think that waitress was pretty?” I thought I knew what to say. We’d been out to dinner to celebrate three months together and now we were lying in a sweaty post-orgasmic tangle on the bedroom floor. Actually the waitress had been gorgeous, and I thought Sally must have caught me sneaking looks at her. 

I said “No, not especially” in a convincing tone (I’m a good liar – only my mother can catch me out). Sally let it drop, but there was something odd about her reaction. I knew she believed me but she still seemed vaguely cross, as if I’d said the wrong thing.

The same thing kept happening over the next few weeks. Sally would ask me whether I thought some woman we knew or had met was attractive. The truthful answer would be “Yes” but, figuring Sally was feeling insecure and needed reassurance, I’d lie smoothly and get the same puzzling, vexed response.

Then one morning, sitting with my feet up in the office watching Jake sleep off the orgy he’d just left, a little light came on in my head. I suddenly had an interesting theory about Sally. It seemed a bit too good to be true, but if I handled it right I had nothing to lose from testing it out. 

I only had to wait until Saturday night. I went to pick up Sally from the pub where MFF had been playing. The gig had finished by the time I arrived and the band were sitting drinking with their little group of hard core fans and hangers-on. Most of MFF’s fans were as boring as their music and my plan was to drag Sally straight home and into bed, but she made me wait and have a brandy while she carried on arguing with the lead guitarist about who’d played the most bum notes. “Oh” she said, turning back to me for a second, “Paul – Annie. Annie – Paul”.

I hadn’t noticed the girl quietly sitting next to Sally, but I noticed her now. She was cute but the opposite of Sally: very small – no more than five feet tall – with short, boyish dark hair (yes, a bit like Bonnie). Annie’s hair was the only boyish thing about her though. She had big brown eyes and a beautifully tight, curved little body. She was wearing faded jeans and a tight fluffy sweater that made my palms itch to cup and stroke her breasts.

I smiled and said “Hi”, and Annie blushed. She was painfully shy but eventually I found out that she’d just left school and started at the same university that had kicked me out. To save money she still lived with her parents, but that meant long bus trips into town every day. What’s more, she thought MFF were great and that Sally was beautiful and a brilliant keyboard player.

Suddenly Sally decided she was ready to go and I drove us home. She was in a weird, especially dirty mood. In the car she rubbed my cock through my pants then pulled it out, trying to make me come with her hand while I sped through the closing time traffic. 

As soon as we made it in through the front door I got my revenge by pushing her down onto all fours, yanking down her jeans, grabbing her hips and ramming myself into her from behind. She was soaking wet. While we fucked I slapped her backside so hard that it made my hands sting. I was on a hair trigger, not interested in her pleasure, but she still beat me to it. All in all it took us about an hour to get from the door to the bedroom.

In bed we lay in the dark, and when I thought she was asleep and I was dozing off, Sally murmured “Did you think Annie was cute?”

Time to test my theory. “Yes. I did think Annie was cute.”

A moment’s pause, then I could feel Sally lifting her head from the pillow. “Did you?”

“Yes, I did. Didn’t you?”

Two moments’ pause. “Well… yes, she’s pretty. Do you mean you fancied her? You’d like to fuck her?”

This was the crucial moment. “I don’t think that’s the question, is it?” I began to run a fingernail up and down Sally’s spine, barely touching her skin. “I think the question is, do you fancy her?” 

Her back arched, but she didn’t answer right away. There was thirty seconds of silence then she said “I don’t know… a bit, maybe.”

Bingo. My cock began to stiffen and made contact with Sally’s backside. I pulled away, trying to play it cool.

“Maybe?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

She squirmed and said “I just think about it sometimes. I’m not a lesbian or anything.”

“I know baby. Have you ever done anything with another girl before?”

“No.”

“But you think about having sex with girls?”

“Sometimes. Yes. I mean, I think about us. Us having sex with a girl.”

“Us? So you’d like it if Annie was here in bed with us now?”

She didn’t answer straight away, but I carried on stroking her back and her breathing got heavier. Then she asked “Do you love me?”

“You know I do baby.”

“You’ve done it with two women before, haven’t you? Unless you made up that story. You liked it, didn’t you?”

My cock was touching Sally’s backside again, and not only because it had grown to its full length. She had pushed herself back against me and slowly began to rub herself against my erection while she spoke.

“No, I didn’t make it up” I said. “And yes, I liked it very much. I told you I did.” 

Her rubbing got harder. So did I.

“I… I just want to know what it feels like. And I want to watch you making another girl come. And I want to see her making you come. Please, Paul… oh God… ”

I’d slipped my hand down across Sally’s belly, through her pubic hair and between her legs, and finger fucked her roughly until she came twice, her pillow muffling her screams. I came by rubbing myself against the soft, smooth skin of her backside. 

In the morning I woke to the familiar but fabulous sensation of Sally’s mouth wrapped around my cock. I could hear it as well as feel it, the wet sucking sound and her rhythmic “Mmm… mmm… mmm”. I lay there with my eyes closed and let her do it and roared when I couldn’t hold back the orgasm any longer. She swallowed everything then rested her head on my stomach, slowly running a fingertip up and down my softening erection. After a minute or two’s silence she said “So did you mean it about Annie?”

We planned it all out. MFF had five gigs over the next two weeks and Annie was bound to be at all of them. Sally would single her out for special attention and flattery. She would get close to her, talk about sex. She would tell Annie how wonderful I was. Then she would invite her round to the flat for dinner. And, since Annie lived such a long way out of town, Sally would insist that she stayed overnight.

After each gig Sally came home and excitedly gave me a progress report. Annie was still shy but Sally was her new best friend. They hugged, they kissed hello and goodbye, they told each other how beautiful they were. Sally described our sex life in explicit detail while Annie listened goggle-eyed. 

Then Annie told her that she’d only done it once, in her first week at the university – because she thought she should - with some big oaf who shot his load in under a minute then kicked her out. She’d never had an orgasm that she hadn’t given herself, and she was worried that she was masturbating too often. Sally asked her what she thought about when she did that but Annie just blushed and stared at the floor. 

She came to us on a Friday night. Sally spent the afternoon deciding what to wear then went for a sort of schoolgirl look – a tiny grey pleated skirt, crisp white blouse, pigtails. I couldn’t believe that any human being on the planet, man or woman, wouldn’t have been turned on by her. I was wearing a tattered old pair of jeans and a grey silk shirt with embroidered flowers that I thought made me look gay but Sally promised me was sexy.

Annie arrived exactly on time, as if she’d been waiting outside checking her watch. I’d forgotten how small she was but she looked just as fuckable as I remembered. She gawped at Sally and stood on tiptoe to kiss her cheek, then gawped at me. Sally noticed and smiled, then said “So who’s the prettiest, Annie? Me or Paul?”

Annie blushed and mumbled something about us both looking nice. She was wearing a cheap black mini dress and a bit too much make up. I said “Annie’s the prettiest, easily” and wondered what she would look like when she came.

Neither Sally or I were cooks so we ate takeaway Chinese and drank cold vintage champagne like it was beer. Annie said she wasn’t used to alcohol so I had to keep an eye on her – we wanted her tipsy, not throwing up or unconscious. She was very nervous and hardly said a word but eventually the wine, combined with Sally’s warmth and my charm, made her relax a little and smile. I even made her laugh with some of the industry gossip about her favourite bands.

After dinner we sat on the floor with our backs against the sofa, Sally in the middle, all of us drinking and listening to the Velvet Underground. The plan was for Sally to take the lead in the seduction, at least to begin with – she was the one that Annie knew best and trusted. The trouble was that we’d never decided what she would actually do.

I solved the problem – by getting the hiccups (I still do when I drink a lot of sparkling wine). Annie giggled but Sally’s eyes lit up. “Aha!” she announced “This calls for Nurse Sally’s foolproof hiccups cure.” Then she kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat. While we kissed I looked at Annie. At first she looked away, but then she stared straight at us. We made eye contact just before Sally pulled away.

This really was Sally’s cure and it worked, just like it usually did. Sally turned to Annie, grinning in triumph. Then the little miracle happened. Annie hiccupped. 

Actually it was probably just a burp. I thought it sounded fake anyway, but Annie always swore it was genuine. Whatever. In that second the atmosphere in the room turned from playful to something much heavier. My cock began to stiffen, as if it knew what was coming next.

Sally turned to me. “Oh dear” she said. “Another patient for Nurse Sally”. She turned back to Annie, reached out and stroked her cheek. Then she leaned in very, very slowly, giving Annie plenty of time to stop her. But she was like a rabbit caught in headlights, gazing straight into Sally’s eyes until their lips finally made contact. 

For a few seconds Sally just brushed her lips against Annie’s. Then, while my heart raced and my mouth went dry, Sally’s tongue appeared and pushed gently into Annie’s mouth. I could see Sally’s hand trembling on Annie’s cheek while they carried on like this for another few seconds, then Sally pulled away. “There” she murmured huskily “Is that better?”

Annie just nodded quickly. I said “I think Annie likes Nurse Sally. Was that nice, baby?” She blushed and nodded again.

“Well now Annie” said Sally in a strange, rapid voice “Don’t you think you should practice the cure? In case Paul’s hiccups come back. Try it on him now.” Then she quickly rolled over Annie, leaving her in the middle. “Go on” Sally said, as Annie hesitated “I want you to, I promise. Go on.”

Poor Annie looked scared but she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I glanced at Sally. She was looking at us with the same expression of dumb lust she wore when she watched me masturbate. 

I repeated Sally’s kiss. At first Annie just passively accepted my tongue in her mouth but then, with a barely audible little grunt, she began to respond, pushing back with her own tongue and getting more and more into it until suddenly she gasped and pulled away.

I could see why. Sally had reached across and begun rubbing a hand over Annie’s tits. My own hand stretched out and began rubbing too. Annie’s nipples were already stiff and poking through her dress. She just sat quietly and still between us with her eyes closed, as if she was afraid that if she moved she would do something wrong and break the spell.

Our rubbing got firmer. Sally tugged on a nipple and at last Annie reacted, opening her eyes and watching our hands go round and round over her body. Then Sally whispered into her ear “Annie. Paul likes you. Look how big you’ve made his thing.”

Annie looked at the large bulge in my jeans and licked her dry lips nervously. “Would you like to see Paul’s thing, Annie? It’s lovely” whispered Sally again. Annie nodded. 

My heart thumped like a hammer while I undid my fly buttons one by one. I hadn’t been this aroused since that new year’s eve nearly four years ago. My right hand pulled my stiff cock out into the open, my left slid slowly up Annie’s smooth, bare thigh. 

Sally followed my lead and began stroking the inside of Annie’s other thigh, then said “It’s OK honey, touch it”. Annie looked at me then reached out a shaking hand and ran her fingertips up and down my cock. Now, this was hardly the first time that a girl had touched me like that but I swear it was the first time it had thrilled me so much. All I could do was grunt like an animal and jerk my hips forward.

At the same time Sally and I moved our hands further up Annie’s thighs until they met where her panties stretched across her warm, damp pussy. Then it was her turn to moan and arch her back as our two hands fiddled about. We were getting in each other’s way, though, until Sally withdrew and let me slide a finger under Annie’s panties and into her pussy.

Annie’s chest heaved and she threw back her head when I began gently massaging her clitoris faster and faster. I looked over at Sally. She smiled back at me and silently mouthed “I love you.” Then we both focused on Annie’s face while she came.

I could feel the whole lower half of her body going into spasm around my finger. Her eyes squeezed tight shut but her lips parted most prettily as she called out Sally’s name, and I imagined how it would feel to push my cock past her small white teeth and into her throat. 

I slowed the movement of my finger and Annie began to relax. Then, just before she stopped squirming and panting completely, I began to speed up again. When she came for the second time, even harder than the first time, Sally kissed her with the same passion and tenderness that I was used to getting. 

There was a moment or two of heavy breathing calm before Sally said “Now kiss it Annie, lick Paul’s cock. He likes that.” I’d never heard her voice like that before – deep but trembling, pleading and commanding at the same time – and I realised that she was more turned on now than she had ever been with me alone.


MFF - The Mystery Woman



As a deep sleeper I will often be oblivious to the outside world while I'm tucked up in bed. All sorts of catastrophes can take place outside the bedroom window and I would be none the wiser, indeed they could happen inside the bedroom and the same would be true. This particular day was no different to any other. I was probably aware that Jan had left for work earlier in the morning or she may have gone to the gym for a workout in the pool but I will have drifted back into the cosy world and comfort of my bed.

As is often the case I will stir from time to time, almost certainly due to an engorgement of my cock - a regular morning ritual. A few strokes would suffice, an extension of that lovely feeling a man gets when his cock is straining at the leash. And then drift slowly back into slumber. Whatever caused the erection would no doubt be back into my dreams in a while.

The room is always dark and the curtains drawn tightly and it's warm. In the summer times I will sometimes wake with a start, conscious that I could be laying on the bed completely naked and someone comes into the room looking for something. But today was a cold and wet winters day and I'd be sprawled under the duvet totally asleep or drifting in and out of semi-consciousness.

And that's how it was when this story started. Asleep, erect, warm and comfortable. Jan must have come home after a swim and crept into bed with me. I could feel her soft warm skin against mine and I could smell that smell of sex in the air. She was in a horny mood. Or was I dreaming? Half awake but more asleep than awake I moved my hand back down to my cock as it needed a little attention. It was so hard and needed a few strokes before I woke, maybe more. Was Jan with me? Was I just dreaming?

The duvet rose and fell and was being adjusted, as Jan often does. I may have smiled as I brought my hand up to the end of its stroke. Just one more downward stroke. Maybe another. It was then I felt her hot lips encase my shaft and her tongue push hard against the back of my cock. I moved my hand away as she went deeper. Hmmmmmm, good dream I thought. Jan repositioned herself and I could feel the softness of her large breasts rubbing against my legs and the heat from her mouth felt fabulous. Hot and wet, just like her pussy. Was she wet now I wondered. Would she turn around in a minute or two and have me lick her pussy while she carried on sucking my cock? She continued to suck, soft and hard, up and down. Hmmmmm, should I open my eyes? should I tell her to stop in case I cum? I am close, after all I have been playing with my cock for probably an hour or more, on and off. I could cum anytime now and I wanted to.

The surge of blood and increasing temperature meant my semi-conscious state was rapidly fading into consciousness. My awareness of light and dark began to return, my eyes opening just slightly but closing just as quickly. I could really smell the essence of sex in the room, I could smell Jan and the wetness of her pussy. She must be really turned on, maybe she has been playing with herself while I was asleep. Maybe she was turned on by my attentions to my cock. Had she cum already? Hmmmm, she smelt good. I began to hear her now, muffled sucking noises, slurping on her saliva as my cock went deeper. I could hear her stroking her wet pussy and her light moans as she brought her self closer and closer to the edge.

The sounds were close, the smell was close. Then it dawned on me...they were very close. Jan was stroking her clit and rubbing her fingers up and down her wet lips but the sound was next to my head. How was that possible? We weren't in a 69 position and she wasn't lying next to me. I could feel her mouth around my cock and her breasts and nipples touching my leg! How could this be?

My heart raced and my cock twitched and convulsed. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming there and then. There was only one possible answer. But I daren't look, I didn't want to spoil the dream. Don't wake up now! Could it really be? The sucking became louder and harder and I was so close to cumming it was unbearable. The sounds at my side became louder as her movements got faster and I could bear it no more. I had to open my eyes. I heard a moan to my left and her fingers moved rapidly. As I eased my eyes open very slowly I turned to the left and I immediately knew it was Jan at my side. He pussy was right by my face and I could almost reach her but she was already in the throws of a climax. Her pussy was the wettest I'd ever seen it. I looked up at her face and she was smiling as she gently stroked her clit to finish herself off. 

"Hmmmmmmm" she smiled as she pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Slowly and deliberately she withdrew them and put them into my mouth. I sucked and licked her cum and it tasted so sweet.

"More?" I said.

Jan lifted he leg around and onto the bed and moved into a kneeling position over my chest and continued to feed her fingers into her pussy and back to my mouth. Three or four of these and then she knelt up and moved her dripping wet pussy to my face. I extended my tongue as her thighs engulfed my head and I began to lick her pussy lips and her clit. Jan rocked back and forth helping me reach the spots she liked licked most.

I had almost forgotten what was going on around my cock and the realisation that Jan had brought another woman into our bed then hit me. I felt the air go cold around my cock as whoever it was had stopped sucking me. The duvet had been moved away and the mattress was moving. She was repositioning herself! Oh my God I thought to myself, she's going to sit on my cock! I felt her knees slide past my hips and her thighs embraced mine as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. I knew she was trying to get me to enter her but she was teasing.

I licked Jan's pussy for all I was worth. Gasping for breath, desperate to shout out. Heaven.

"Can I fuck him now Jan?" 

I had no idea who it was. What did she look like? Did I know her? How did Jan know her? Ahhhh...was it the girl from the site? Oh God, the suspense was intense. Answer her Jan, for Gods sake answer her....

"Mmmmmm, do you want his cock now then?" Jan quizzed.

"Fuck yes, I need it."

Twenty minutes seemed to pass until, what was probably five seconds later, I heard "Ok, you can fuck him. And when you've made him cum, I want to lick you. Make him cum quickly wont you," she whispered.

With those words I felt the mystery woman lift herself up and push my rampant cock to the entrance of her pussy and immediately sink straight down taking my full length into her already wet pussy. God it felt great. A pussy to lick and a pussy going up and down on my cock. Awesome.

I lifted my arms and raised my hands to Jan's breasts but I was too late. Someone else was already there. I felt the hands cupping Jan's breast and using her palm to caress Jan's nipples. I slid my hands along the arms of the woman and made my way to her breasts. I felt the curvaceous globes and lightly played on her nipples with my fingers. They were erect and each time I flickered over them I heard her moan. She obviously liked them being stroked. A gentle pull on each one followed by a pinch, not too hard but enough to generate that signal that connects pussy to nipple. She moaned louder "Ahhhhhh, ooohhh!"

My hands made their way around her waist and over her hips and I was able to grab her arse and pull her in closer, forcing my cock in a little deeper. I was so close now and I could feel the surge making its way to the point of no return. I pushed up deeply and hard, lifting the woman off the bed and at the same time I felt Jan push down harder against my tongue. We were about to come together. I pushed again and Jan rocked faster. She was cumming and I could feel her wetness begin to trickle down my cheeks and I could hold on no longer. A succession of rapid thrusts up and up and the point of no return was reached. Unable to shout out or make any noises all I could do was push and push, letting what felt like a gallon of cum leave my body. Jan's movement slowed as she rocked gently against my face, bringing herself down from orgasm slowly as I occasionally pushed into the woman sat on my cock as she squeezed each time I moved towards the bed. I slowed my movements and soon came to a full stop as she squeezed and pulled my cock with her now dripping pussy. 

"Oh someone lick me, for fuck sake, lick me, I'm close!" she muttered. And I felt her slide of me and position herself at the bottom of the bed. 

Jan raised her self from my face and lifted one leg so she could kneel beside me. She smiled down at me and then licked my face and kissed me deeply. No words were spoken and I began to mouth a question but Jan put a single finger to her lips, smiled and winked. I knew to be quiet and enjoy the experience.

Jan quickly swung around and I moved my legs out of the way so she had better access to the mystery woman and so that I could have a better view. Jan bent forward and pulled one of the woman legs open more and immediately buried her face in to her pussy. Jan's tongue licked her pussy from the top all the way down to the bottom.

"Oh Fuck!" was all I could manage.

I could hear slight whimpering coming from the other end as Jan's fingers came into play. Jan's fingers stroked the lips of the pussy before her and in between strokes she bent forward and licked at the lips and clit. Every so often she would open her mouth wider and suck deeply over the clit and I assumed her tongue would be making all manner of strokes across this other woman's clit as she sucked.

"Ohhhh yesss, there, there, Don't stop!" came from the other end.

And Jan didn't stop. Her fingers were stroking just how a woman wants to be stroked and her tongue and lips were moving around where they needed to be to make a woman cum. After a few seconds of silence from the other end Jan plunged two fingers deep in the the pussy she was licking. She pushed in deep and fast and kept up a rhythm to match her licking.

"Ohh geeze. Yes!" The fingers moved faster, maybe deeper. "Oh, it's there. Yes. God yes. Oh, fuck yes......I'm cummmming.....ahhh, fuck yes......ohhhh!" came the stream of expletives. The mystery woman had definitely experienced an orgasm. No doubt there. And my previously limp cock was fully aware of the fact and that it had been Jan causing it. We were at half mast now and going in a northerly direction.

Jan adjusted her position and put her leg over the mystery woman so they were now in a 69 position but Jan had other plans. I heard something said but it was unclear but the two women moved in sync and swapped positions very gracefully. Jan was now on the bed with her head still close to me and above her was the pussy she had just licked to orgasm and I could now see her arse. And an appealing arse it was, and so tempting too.

Jan looked back at me and smiled again. "Are you enjoying it so far babe?"

I laughed softly, "A bit".

"More to come. Go and sit in the chair and I'll tell you when you can play with us. It's my turn now, you can watch her lick me and I'll watch you play with your cock."

I sat down and my cock sat up. The mystery woman had begun her caressing and I could see that Jan had felt those gentle strokes of the tongue. Jan loves to be licked and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. And probably not just from the woman's tongue. I was watching her and I knew that turned her on.

Jan twitched a little and let out a short "Ahhhh" as her hands began to encircle the woman's waist. Jan ran her hands down and around the hips and buttocks of Miss X and began to play with her pussy with her fingers. She opened her lips for me to see and stroked up and down.

"Gnnnn, ohhh yes, there," Jan blurted out as the woman obviously hit the spot. "God yes, lick me there!" and she carried on stroking her pussy and let her fingers wander between her arse cheeks, wet and wanton.

The mystery woman was getting excited too as she shifted position several times as different strokes came close to the sensations she liked. She began lowering her pussy to Jan, wanting it licked and sucked again.

Jan let out another moan as she raised her head a little and lapped at the swollen clit in front of her. Two simultaneous moans were heard and I could stop my self from standing up. My cock was rampant and in desperate need of attention. I stroked gently as Jan licked and lapped at the pussy before her and her hands caressed the woman ample backside, sending tingles of pleasure through her body while she gave similar sensations to Jan.

Jan pushed her head back and looked directly at me and said "Yes, don't stop. I'm so close!" and returned to her licking for just a second. Her head came back again and again she looked directly into my eyes, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.....ohhhhh, yes don't stop. Don't stop. Nnnnnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhh yes!". 

"Oh fuck yes." was my simple response as I began to stroke my cock a little faster. "Oh wow."

I continued to wank for a few more seconds, gazing on this beautiful sight, when I heard a little voice say "Can I have some more of his cock now Jan?"

"Mmmmmm, you deserve some," Jan replied with a horny smile while looking at me. "Come here Paul." she said extending both her arms and reaching for my cock she said "You'd like to fuck her now wouldn't you?" but it wasn't as a question, more of an instruction. What was I to say, to do? I had to obey!

Jan pulled on my cock bringing me closer to the pussy above her face. I had to quickly kneel with one leg on the bed as Jan opened the pussy with her other hand and led my stiff cock towards the entrance. Her hand went behind me and she pushed my arse towards the woman. With very little effort my cock slid back into the woman I had still not seen. Jan pushed on my backside and I could hear her urging me on.

"Fuck her hard babe, like you fuck me". 

I increased the pace and let my hands wander over the arse in front of me, I gripped her hips and pulled her towards me, aware that just below my balls were slapping against Jan's chin and then the woman's thighs.

"Oh fuck!" was again the best I could manage and I increased the pace, fully aware of the dangers. I didn't want this to end, I had to hold on. A few more thrusts and I had to slow down for fear of cumming again too soon. I slowed further, pushing in deep and holding there and then pulling away slowly almost withdrawing my cock and then pushing in deep and hard but holding the thrust in its final place. And again pulling back and almost coming out of her wet pussy. I felt Jan pull on my thigh, wanting me to withdraw, so I did and at once she forced her head up and back so she could take my full member in her mouth. She wanted to taste the juice of the woman on my cock and I wanted her to. Jan sucked my cock in deeply, almost gagging as she sucked hard, almost making me cum so I had to pull away quickly.

"Nice!" Jan said. "Maybe someone else should be sucking this now? After you've fucked me though. Go to the other end and fuck me please, let me feel your cock inside!"

I needed no further instructions. Another pussy to play with. 'Died and gone to heaven' that was my only thought. I lifted my leg of the bed and bent over Jan and gave her a long tongue filled kiss. She tasted sweet and I wanted more but I felt her push me away and was aware she needed cock. I got up and looked down and we both smiled. She was enjoying this and she could tell I was too.

I moved around the bed to where Miss X had been causing orgasms in the hope I would recognise the woman. Her body shape was definitely my type. She had curves where a woman should have curves. Nice hips and arse, a waist and this one had large boobs with erect nipples. I let my hand wander over her back and around to her boobs. I cupped them and squeezed them gently, locating the nipple which I gently squeezed as I past. My hand worked its way up her back so I could move her blonde shoulder length hair our of the way but it revealed nothing as she bent forward and licked Jan's clit again.

"Ahhhhh, nice," Jan said, causing me to look back to her. "Fuck me Paul, I want you cock in me." 

I regained my composure and stood between Jan's legs, my entrance partly blocked by the blonde. She sensed the urgency and moved back a little and to one side and with her left hand slid two fingers into Jan's wet pussy. She pushed them in deep and I could see she was stroking the G-spot.

"Arghhhhhh, ohhhhhh," Jan bleated. "God careful.....oooooooo!"

The blonde withdrew her fingers and ran them up and down Jan's lips and then opened her fingers to spread Jan's lips wide for me. I recognised the gesture and moved forward. I tried to be gentle, to be slow but I couldn't hold back. As soon as the glistening wet tip of my cock felt the wetness of Jan's lips I pushed in hard, very hard making a loud slapping sound as our pelvis's made contact. I pushed harder and harder, faster and faster. Two, three four pushes. Slowing to gentler rhythm and then fast and hard again, slapping our bodies together.

"Yesssssssss!" came the cry from both woman. "Oh Fuck!" came the response from me. This was so good, I thought, I have to slow down. I pushed hard and fast again, pivoting my hips for shorter and faster thrusts. I had to slow down. But wild horses couldn't stop me now. I pushed and pushed until I felt that surge. I slowed quickly, I was too close. Slower. Slower, less power. Slower.

"Let her suck you," Jan called out "I want to see her sucking you." as she began to ease her way from under the woman. My cock slipped out of Jan's drenched pussy lips and sprang up right and in one swift motion the unknown blonde latched on to my cock for the second time that morning. And she went deep, all they way down an sucked hard as she came back up. 

"Wow!" 

"Is that good Paul, does she suck good?"

"Wow!"

"Are you going to cum in her mouth?" Jan smirked, knowing if she carried on talking I would lose all control. 

"If you cum in her mouth I can taste it after and we can both let your cum spill on to our tits. Would you like that darling? Do you want to cum in her mouth? Do you want to see me kissing her and taking your cum from her mouth? Hmmmmm?".

"Oh Jan, I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm cumming...........Oh, oh, oh..........ahhhhhhhhhhh" was my slow and loud response. Jan knew what she was doing. She made me cum. She's so bloody horny.

I felt the mouth of the blonde pull away and sucking all the time and it was then she sat back and I could see her face for the first time. It was Annie, from the site.

Her mouth full she smiled and winked at me. "hmmmmmmm." was all she could manage. Jan got into position and they both knelt up. Jan stroked Annie's breast and caressed the nipples. Annie mirrored the actions and cupped Jan's breast. They moved in closer and Jan opened her mouth as she approached Annie and they kissed. I could see their tongues sliding in and out of each others mouth and my cum was oozing from both their mouths, down their cheeks and some falling on the breasts. The two woman kissed for a few seconds and then both sat back on their heels. Both looking at me they opened their mouths and let the saliva enriched cum pour from their mouths and onto their boobs. Each woman holding up a breast for the cum to land on. They took turns in rubbing the mixture into each others breasts and nipples before returning to a long and deliberate kiss.

"Wow." was the only thing I could again manage to get out of my mouth. 

"Hmmmm, I see your cock is still hard babe. Want some more pussy?" Jan asked.

I smiled and managed a weak sounding "Yes." and Jan got off the bed ad moved to the chair.

"I want to watch you fuck her properly now. Like you do me. Make her cum with you tongue and fingers. I want to see her cum!"




MFF - The Mystery Woman



Annie moved back up the bed and lowered her self on to her elbows. Obviously wanting to watch me lick and finger fuck her and watch Jan at the same time. Annie and I both knew Jan would be masturbating while I was performing for her, for them. Annie wanted to see too.

I pulled Annie's legs apart and then pulled her to the bottom of the bed, so her pussy was just over the edge of the bed. I slowly knelt don on the bedroom floor as Annie propped her self back up on to her elbows again. I heard Jan sit back into the wicker chair as I opened Annie's legs wider. I was perfectly positioned, as I always am for Jan. My first lick started at the bottom, close if not on Annie's arse and I licked slowly and deeply all the way up to the clit where I slowed down and flicked as I reached it.

"Ahhhhh." Annie whimpered.

My licking continued and developed into a sucking motion. I latched on to the clit after a dozen or so long slow licks and sucked hard while my tongue made circular movements. I held that as long as I could hold my breath and then released the suction and continued to lick. A few minutes of this process passed before I put my two fingers into my mouth to make the wet and then sank them deep into her wet pussy. I lifted my head and looked up at Annie and then over my shoulder to Jan.

"Ohhhhhh." Annie whimpered again as I curved my fingers around to stroke her G-spot. I heard Jan shift positions and looked back again. She was stroking her pussy now. "Oh, yes, fuck her with those fingers!".

My fingers plunged and twisted. The upward stroke pushing hard against the soft area above the pubic bone. Annie laid back, knowing what was to come and she pushed a hand hard down onto her lower stomach. My fingers pushed in and up while my tongue lapped and licked her clit.

"Go on, there. Oh yes, push. Yes." said Annie as she began to push her hips up to meet me.

"Make her cum, let me see her cum!" I heard from behind me.

I steadied the pace, increasing it slightly. Increasing the pressure on the clit and inside. Faster and faster. Then slowly. No fingers just tongue. Then faster. Then slowly. Each variance offering a little more expectancy from her, a little more tease from me. But I knew she was close. Her clit was swollen, her outer lips were engorged, she was extremely wet and was barely able to keep still. A few more licks, a few more thrusts and she would be there.

"Oh, fucking hell that's good, Oh yes, suck my clit!" Annie blurted. Yes she was close, seconds away now.

"Ahhhhhh, ooooh." came from behind me. It was obviously working for Jan too. She knew what it felt like, she was experiencing it for Annie, she was about to cum too.

I licked and sucked hard for the last time, circling y tongue over and around Annie's now very swollen clit and made one or two last strokes inside her pussy as she let out an almighty expulsion of breath and screamed "Oh fuck, ..... oh fuck......yes I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh fuck yes, don't stop. Ahhhhhh!"

I licked gently for a minute or so afterwards, helping Annie to come down from the high and was aware that Jan hadn't cum and was still stroking her pussy waiting for the finale.

"You can fuck her again now." she whispered loudly. "Get on top and fuck her like you fuck me."

I stood up and held Annie's ankles and pushed them back towards her and wide apart. I moved in closer and positioned my cock close to her opening. Pushing her legs further back I leant forward and thrust my cock in to her. Her legs were wide open and high, almost on my shoulders as rested my hands beside her shoulders. I pushed in hard and deep, again making that familiar slapping sound. I pushed, she pushed. I could feel her juices splashing onto my balls as I thrust in deeply. It wasn't going to be long, I knew I would cum soon. I pushed harder and harder and realised Jan was moving behind me. Her arms wrapped around me as I pushed in and out. Jan's body was close to mine and I felt her pushing in as I pushed in. Jan was fucking Annie with me. I felt her leave me and come to the side of the bed as I slowed the pace. She was up to something and I wanted to see it before I came again.

"Sit on me Jan, let me make you cum again." Annie pleaded.

"Oh fuck." I said.

Jan climbed on to the bed and knelt facing me. She lowered her very wet pussy onto to Annie's moth and tongue as I pushed in deeper to Annie's pussy.

"Oh fuck, this is awesome."

Jan looked at me as my sweaty face dripped over the two of them. Jan rocked back and forth, occasionally stroking her clit as she did. My movements quickened as the two women began moaning in unison. The more I pushed the more Jan rocked, the louder the muffled moans were from Annie.

"I can't stop myself Jan, I'm gonna cum babe, I'm gonna cum!"

I pushed in hard, almost knocking Jan of her perch and as I started to cum I could see Jan's eyes closing slightly as she began to cum at the same time. I pushed in deep hoping that Annie would cum with us. The last few strokes getting more and more sensitive for my cock. I pushed in harder and harder as I finished my own ejaculation and Jan stood up to allow Annie some air and we heard her sigh loudly with a smile on her wet face.

"Unbelievable!" was my final monosyllabic utterance. "Thank you sweetpea." 



MFF



Annie half opened her eyes and finally managed to mumble something. “Sally… he’s your boyfriend.”

“And now you’re my girlfriend, baby” said Sally “And I want us all to be happy. Do it for me.” Annie did as she was told. She shifted position so that she could move her sweet face down into my lap to within an inch of my painfully stiff, throbbing cock. She paused for a moment to look, then her little pink tongue slipped from between her lips and licked against the head, once quickly then again more slowly but harder.

This was too much for me, and I’m afraid I slightly lost control. I just grabbed a handful of Annie’s short hair and pulled her onto me, then up and down until she got the idea and started doing it herself. What she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm and Sally egged her on, telling her to suck harder, slow down, go deeper, speed up.

I knew Sally wanted to see me come. I badly wanted to come. I didn’t know what Annie wanted and at that moment I didn’t really care. After a minute or two of holding back I let it happen.

I’ve always been sure that women have better orgasms than men, and this felt like my idea of a woman’s orgasm. It took over my whole body from toes to scalp. I could just about feel Annie gagging but gamely swallowing as spurt after spurt of my come filled up her mouth. 

Dreamily I looked over at Sally. I wasn’t the only one who’d lost control. She was tearing at her clothes like they were on fire, buttons popping off her blouse. She was naked within ten seconds then pulled Annie’s head off my cock, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth as she pushed her back onto the floor in front of me.

Normally Sally had a self-conscious style when she fucked, as if she was being filmed, but there was none of that now. My beautiful, willowy young blonde was transformed from the sweet submissive I knew into a raving animal, crudely rubbing herself against Annie and licking all over her body while she frantically stripped her of her dress, bra and panties. Annie just gasped and writhed and tried to help Sally get her clothes off.

I watched, unbuttoning my shirt and slipping off my jeans. When both girls were finally naked Sally rolled onto her back, pulling little Annie on top of her. First they kissed, long and hard. I started stroking my erect cock, still wet from Annie’s mouth. 

Eventually Sally groaned and pulled Annie’s head away and downwards. That was all the instruction Annie needed. She ran her tongue down Sally’s neck then reached her tits, kissing and nibbling gently and shyly at first then hungrily and harder. Sally arched her back, pushing her tits further into Annie’s face. Her nipples were bigger and stiffer than I’d ever made them. She was biting a finger, trying not to moan too loudly and failing, flicking her glazed eyes back and forth between what Annie was doing, my face and my hand on my cock.

She closed those eyes when Annie’s tongue resumed its trip downwards, taking its time over Sally’s flat, soft belly. The room was filled with the sound of panting and soft moans – from all three of us – and the delicious wet noises that Annie made with her tongue and lips as she used them to worship Sally’s body. Lou Reed was still on the stereo, singing “Venus in Furs”.

Suddenly Annie lifted her mouth from Sally’s belly and moved it straight down to her clitoris, the sweet shock of the contact making Sally’s whole body twist. Annie was now on all fours three feet in front of where I sat, her backside up in the air. I got up, took the one step I needed to, then knelt with the tip of my cock half an inch from Annie’s glistening, downy pussy.

Sally had her eyes squeezed tightly shut and was biting her lip. I knew what that meant – she was trying to stay as close to orgasm as possible without actually coming, to prolong her pleasure and make the orgasm all the stronger when it happened. 

Time for some pleasure of my own. I pushed my cock into Annie, quite slowly but very firmly and all the way. She cried out and jerked her head back, away from Sally. Sally whimpered and opened her eyes, then grabbed Annie’s head and pulled it back onto her pussy. She held it there while she watched me slowly withdraw then thrust hard back into Annie, making her moan again.

“Paul” gasped Sally “She’s tiny, you’ll hurt her.”

“Am I hurting you Annie?” I asked. I probably was, but she shook her head. All the same I took it slowly and gently so that she could concentrate on making Sally come. Her pussy was very wet but very tight, and on my outward strokes it felt as though it was trying to suck me back in. 

Sally didn’t hold out for much longer. I’d never seen her come like that before – almost silent but with massive convulsions, as if she was bottling up an earthquake. As the convulsions subsided Annie began to grind herself back against my cock, but I stopped her with a light slap to her backside.

“I think Sally would like another one of those first” I said. Sally was never fully satisfied by coming just once, no matter how good it was. Annie didn’t argue – she never did, bless her – and happily licked Sally into another of those new, overwhelming orgasms. 

Then I let myself fuck Annie properly, pushing in harder and faster while she clutched handfuls of carpet and yelped with every thrust. Sally recovered enough to drag herself out from underneath and crawl round behind me, rubbing her nipples into my sweating back and looking over my shoulder so she could see what I saw.

I flipped Annie over and picked her up by her hips so that I could rub and grind her around my cock while it stayed completely buried inside her. Her yelps turned into a continuous loud moan. Sally was freaking out behind me, whispering “Make her come Paul make her come” into my ear.

And after about ten seconds I did. What’s more she made me come too – self-control was the last thing on my mind by now. Just before I closed my eyes I saw Annie’s orgasm rippling across the muscles of her belly and thighs, and heard her scream my name.

After a moment I fell backwards against the sofa, leaving Annie squirming and twitching on the floor. Sally kissed me then took my cock into her mouth, but only long enough to taste it. She crawled over to Annie and ran her tongue up the inside of her wet thigh until it reached her clitoris and began busily licking.

Now it was Annie freaking out, throwing her head from side to side and making a high-pitched gasping sound. I crawled over too, gently kissing and licking Annie’s lips, face, tits and belly until she came with that same rippling under her skin. Then Sally and I swapped places, and we carried on taking turns to make Annie come over and over again until she begged us to stop.

For about five minutes each of us just lay there in silence, the sweat cooling on our skin. Then I realised I had a problem – I had a hard-on, and I needed to do something with it. I looked over at Annie, who was semi-conscious and muttering to herself. I looked over at Sally, who was looking at my cock. Part of our plan had been that we wouldn’t do anything with each other tonight. After all, we reasoned, we could do that anytime.

Well fuck that, I thought. I rolled on top of her and we fucked slowly and sweetly while Annie curled up on the sofa and watched us with a sleepy little smile on her face.

Then we went to bed. Annie was so out of it that I picked her up and carried her there. We lay in the dark just talking and giggling until we all fell into deep, dreamless slumber.

In the morning we made Annie ring her parents and ask if she could stay with us for the rest of the weekend. Before she came back to bed she tidied up, washed the dishes and made us tea and toast, all in about five minutes. “I wanted to do bacon and eggs but you haven’t got anything in the fridge except champagne and vodka” she said, snuggling in between Sally and me. “I’ll make you a proper Sunday lunch tomorrow, if you like.”

After breakfast hands started wandering under the covers. Hot, heavy kisses were exchanged. Then Sally announced that she wanted to play a game. “I know, let’s have a race” she giggled. “Let’s see who can make themselves come the quickest. The loser has to go down on the other two.” She threw back the covers so that we were all exposed, then slid her hand down her belly and a finger into her pussy. Annie looked shocked for a second then did the same. I grabbed my cock and the three of us lay side by side masturbating. Annie won. I came second (in more ways than one). Sally was third, which was exactly what she wanted.

We stayed in bed dozing and playing with each other until late afternoon when the girls went out shopping. Later we went out to dinner. The next day Annie made us the lunch she promised. Not only could she could cook but she cleaned up afterwards. Sally went through the motions of offering to help but Annie said no, she liked looking after us. In the evening we drove her home but she was back next weekend and the weekend after that.

Sally and I began to realise that the flat seemed a hell of a lot emptier and colder when Annie wasn’t there. We talked, and the next weekend we put our proposition to her.

We wanted her to move in. She would live rent free. We would pay for her food, clothes and pretty much anything else she wanted. Five nights a week she would sleep in her own room – we wanted to keep this special, and not let it become a routine that we took for granted (and Sally and I wanted to keep our own relationship strong). We also wanted her to keep studying and do well at university. At weekends she would not sleep in her own room. In fact she probably wouldn’t sleep much at all.

When she realised we weren’t kidding Annie was ecstatic, jumping up and down and hugging us both. Her parents were – wisely – more wary of the rock’n’roll lifestyle and came to inspect us before letting their baby leave home. I charmed the mother and Sally flirted with the father and when they left they thanked us for being so kind. The next day they were back with Annie and her things.

The relationship worked perfectly because it gave us all just what we wanted. Annie loved her role of part housemaid, part sex toy and part little sister. For a while it seemed too good to be true and a couple of times Sally or I asked her if she was really happy with us, but that just upset her – she thought we were building up to telling her that we weren’t happy.

The sex always stayed breathtaking. We kept finding new combinations, new games that were much more fun with three than with two. We never stuck strictly to the weekends-only rule. If Annie and I found ourselves alone together in the flat I would usually do something with her, and I encouraged Sally to do the same. Once I even came home unexpectedly and found them in bed. We all started giggling because it was so like something from a porn movie – and so was what I did when I got into bed with them.

Sometimes we’d go out as a threesome to parties and gigs, and we had a few holidays together. Jake told me that there were rumours about us but officially we stuck to the line that Annie was just a friend of Sally’s who needed somewhere to stay. My mind-reading mother raised her eyebrows at this but didn’t push it.

One year of bliss passed, then another. MFF (not their real name, by the way) broke up, which bothered nobody except Annie. Sally had a go at interior design and turned out to be pretty damn good at it, specialising in the homes of rock stars and other industry types. 

Annie graduated – Sally and I sat alongside her parents applauding when she was presented with her degree – but then she started to get restless. I remember feeling quite proud of her when she sat us down and told us that she would always love us, and that she was grateful for everything we’d done, but she needed to move on and find out if she could live independently. She’d been offered a good job three hundred miles away and wanted to take it. Sally cried her eyes out on the day she left. So did Annie. We kept in touch for a while with Christmas cards and such, but we never saw her again. 

We wanted a replacement and found one easily enough – Caroline, an old school friend of Sally’s who worked in a bank and liked to be tied up and hurt. She was fun, but she wasn’t Annie. A few years later Caroline left and then it was Sally who got restless. We were pushing thirty – time to grow up, she said. She badly wanted marriage, a house in the country and babies. I badly didn’t. The strain was too much and eventually we had to part. 

Just after the split the label finally collapsed. We’d never quite got round to paying any tax on the money we made, and when they caught up with us the arrears meant instant bankruptcy. Jake disappeared with all of the company’s assets that would fit into the back of a cab. With everything else gone I decided to turn my drinking hobby into a full-time occupation.

I had a pretty bleak few years. Then I met Alison. I was drawn to her mainly because I could tell she was even more fucked up and desperate than me, but we did help each other to get our lives back on track and she still keeps me entertained. She tells me she’s put her own charming little tale up on this site too, under my name.

I’ve got no idea what happened to Annie but I hope she’s very happy. It’s hard to be sure after all this time but I think I really loved her. I think I loved Sally too and now the glamorous interior designer to the stars is a minor celebrity, with a daytime TV show on how to transform your humble home on a shoestring budget. She keeps figuring in magazine articles called things like “Looking fabulous after 40!” Apparently she’s got three adopted children but she never married. And I’m seriously thinking about giving her a call…