0 comments/ 93301 views/ 14 favorites Which One? By: Kelly Louise Hi, this story is one I wrote many moons ago and is the 2nd one that I ever wrote, I found it on an old disc I was clearing out the other day and thought it would be fun to post it to see how I have changed my style of writing. Its all fact and not one name has been changed as no one was innocent : ) New ones to follow soon, ty for all your mail and comments, ya make me blush. Kelly XXXX * * * * * As I picked up the phone I was met with "Kelly, HELP!" It was Phil, an old friend, who had a little problem. Phil was a mobile D.J., you know the type. He was booked to provide the music for an end of term leaving party at an agricultural college. Since his van only seated three, he wanted to know if I would provide the transport for two other guys who needed to go. Why he needed all these guys with him I do not know. But, I agreed to take the two other guys so long as I could stay at the college and drive home the next day. "You're a life saver," came the reply, and we made arrangements for the following weekend. The following Saturday at 5.30 p.m there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, I am sure the two guys who stood in front of me could see the sparkle that flashed through my eyes. WOW!!! What Phil had not told me is that I would have in my car two of the hunkiest guys I had seen for a long time. "Hi I'm John and this is Neil, Phil's mates," John said. "Hi, come on in, I need to grab something's and then we'll go," I said, as I curled my toes with delight. They stepped in and I offered them a seat. As I ran up the stairs to get my toothbrush, I could see the effect the guys had on me. Clearly visible through my t-shirt, my nipples were already pointing, hard and wanting to be touched. I had no doubt they had also seen my body's reaction. I grabbed my denim jacket and put it on as I went back down to the guys. The drive took about 45 minutes. In that time, I learned as much as I needed to know about John and Neil. Both were single, both worked out, both lived at home with mum and dad and both were flirting like mad with me. To this day, I still do not know how the hell I did not stop the car in some lay-by and just have sex then and there with them both. But I didn't, and I arrived at the college like a bitch in heat. Before the music began and the drinks began to flow, Phil and the guys set up and made ready for the night. I sat and watched as John and Neil lifted, stretched and bent as they set up the disco. Every now and then one of them would wink at me, then say something to the other. They were like a double act and kept me watching for the hour or so it took to get ready. Dressed in tight stonewashed jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of brown ankle boots, I fitted in well with the "trainee farmers." Soon I was having a great time, laughing and dancing the night away. Watching from the stage were John and Neil. Every now and then, as they passed me to go to the bar, they would slide their hand slowly over my arse and whisper some comment on the way I was dancing. We flirted, we danced, we drank and we passed on teasing comments all night until the slow dances inevitably sounded out and filled the room with couples smooching and kissing as they held each other in drunken stupors, sliding their feet and circling around moving as if to try and honour some long ago lost mating dance. As I took my glass to the bar I was grabbed and whisked around by John. He just pulled me onto the dance floor and pressed me tight to him. As I wrapped my arms over his shoulders, he drew me close. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my body. He ground his hips and whispered that he wanted to dance with me naked and then screw me until I begged him to stop. It wasn't the greatest chat-up line I had ever heard. But he knew darn well he made me horny and was telling me, in his own way, that I did the same to him. Not wanting to seem easy, I told him that if I did not fall asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow I might, just might, knock on his door. He needed to give me 20 minutes to see if I showed. If I didn't, he could sulk all he liked, but tough! The music slowly wound down, the last glasses clinked as they were collected and some guy began to sweep the floor. We all headed to the rooms the college had provided for us. As I reached the door to the room I had been given, Neil came up and asked if I felt safe sleeping so close to horny guys, not knowing if one would try and have his wicked way with me. I replied, before stepping into my room, "One better had or else." I heard the door close behind me and turned to see Neil locking it. As he walked towards me, I lifted my t-shirt over my head and started to undo my jeans, sliding my boots off my feet as I did. Before I could strip further he took hold of my hands and held them behind my back as he kissed me. Neil's tongue pushed my lips open and delved into my mouth. He kissed me hard. Unable to hold him off, I pushed back and met his lips with mine. We were kissing each other hard. As he kissed down my neck, he moved his hands over my body. Holding my hands in one of his, he used the other to undo the rest of the buttons on my jeans. Tugging at them with one hand, then sliding his hand down my thighs, he got my jeans down low enough so I could use one leg and then the other to pull them off and step out of them. Sliding his hand back up my body, he undid my bra. As it dropped to the floor, he cupped one of my tits and kissed it softly, letting his tongue glide over my hard nipple and making me arch my back so that I could push it deep into his mouth. Now the other, kissing softly between them letting his lips slide from one over to the other. Still, he held onto my hands. No, I did not try to free my hands. This was wonderful. I wanted him to take me, I wanted to feel helpless as he kissed and touched every part of my body. As he kissed my tits, sucking gently, chewing on them, he reached his hand down to my knickers and slid his fingers inside them. As his fingers slid over my pussy I could not help but moan, and I parted my legs slightly to let his fingers slip inside me. As his fingers entered me, slowly sliding into my wetness, I felt my knees give way. My whole body was covered in goose bumps as waves of desire swept over me. As he moved his fingers slowly round and around and deeper with every push, he moved me backwards. As the back of my legs touched the bed he let go of my hands and I sank slowly onto the bed. He stood back, letting his fingers slip from my pussy, then he stripped. Not one word was said. The was no need for talk as he covered me with his body and parted my legs with his. As we looked into each others eyes, I opened my legs wide and his cock slipped into me. As he once again held my hands, this time over my head, he began to fuck me. Deep thrusts of his hips made his cock fill me. Each thrust made me moan softly with pleasure. Deep and hard, so very hard, he thrust his cock into me. Holding me on the bed, he filled me with his cock as he kissed and sucked my tits. I lifted my hips to meet every one of his thrusts, wrapping my legs tight around him to make sure I had it all. Faster he thrust, harder he pushed, using my body for his pleasure. He was grunting as he fucked me, each thrust pushing the air from my body. Faster, faster each thrust more urgent than the last. At last I could wait no more, I could hold back no longer, and I let my orgasm surge through my body. As my pussy throbbed around his cock, my muscles contracting faster and faster, flooding my pussy with my cum, he pulled out and I felt his cum splatter on my tummy. It was warm and thick, sending more shudders through my body. He let go of my arms and slumped beside me, panting we lay together, both of us trying to catch our breath, looking at each others bodies and taking in every inch. As we lay there, I rubbed his cum into my skin and then licked it from my fingers. I could taste the salty freshness with my dry mouth. As I let my finger slip out of my lips, he looked at me and said he had hoped from the moment I had opened my door hours earlier that we would end the night like this. We lay together for a while then I said that I needed to use the little girls' room. As I reached for my t-shirt and slipped it over my head, he kissed my back and told me not to be long. He wanted to once more feel my body explode with pleasure. I kissed him softly and said I would be back as soon as I could. The bathroom was at the end of the corridor. I slipped quietly out of my room and went down to it. As I walked softly, my bare feet against the cold wooden floor boards, I stepped onto a loose board. It creaked, my heart missed a beat, but then I relaxed knowing everyone was probably in a drink induced sleep. Hoping I would not have been heard, I moved on quickly. When I left the bathroom, I once again quietly crept up the corridor. As I got to one of the other doors near my room, I saw John. He was wearing just his boxer shorts, with a grin on his face as he leaned against the door frame. He could tell I had nothing on under my t-shirt. Then, he winked at me as he reached for my hand and pulled me slowly into his room. As John pulled me through the door to his room, he bent and kissed my cheek. "You took your time" he whispered as he closed the door behind him. "Thought you had passed me up on the offer!" He pulled me close and held me tight as he kissed, not giving me a chance to answer. His tongue probed my cold lips, cold from the fresh water I had just drunk. The chill was quickly replaced by the hot taste of passion, and I soon felt his hand slide up onto my naked arse. "I knew you wanted it!" he whispered, as his hand stroked my skin and caressed my arse. Slowly I turned him around, pushing him back onto the bed, and my only reply was, "Ssssssshhhhhh." With our lips chewing softly on each others mouths, I lay on top of him. As his hands tenderly moved up my back, I pushed my hips gently down and felt the hardness of his cock pressing through his shorts against my naked pussy. As I pulled away from his lips and kissed him softly on his neck, I lifted up onto my arms so that he could get his hands around my front. My nipples were hard against his fingers as he circled each one, pulling them gently, my fingers clawing the bed with his every touch. I kissed down his chest, repaying him with soft nibbles on his nipples and letting each one slide slowly from my tight lips. As my lips moved further down, I kissed and felt his tummy go tense, fighting back that tickling feeling as I slowly ran my tongue down to the top of his shorts. I had no need to take his shorts off. He slid his hands out of my t-shirt and pulled them off for me. As he kicked them off his feet I moved down the bed so that I lay between his legs. There before my eyes lay his hard cock. He was unable to keep the last drop of pre cum from oozing out. I cupped his balls and kissed them. They felt like rocks as I rolled them round my mouth, John groaning softly as my teeth sank ever so gently into them. As I let my tongue run up his cock slowly, he ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel his body tense as I reached the tip, willing me to sink my lips onto his cock, desperate to feel the warmth of my mouth. As my lips closed slowly over the tip of his cock he pushed down gently on my head, and his cock sank deep into my mouth. I felt him shudder as my tongue and teeth slid over his cock and he moaned out loud. I cupped his balls with my hands as I began to wank his cock with my lips. My head bobbed up and down, each time taking his cock further into my throat. Nice and slow, there was no rush, I let him fuck my mouth. His hips pushing up every time my mouth slid down and his hands resting gently on my head. Sucking, licking, my teeth gliding over his cock I let him use my mouth for what seemed like hours. After ages, his hands moved and reached for my T-shirt. As he slid it up my back, I let his cock slip from my lips so that he could take it off. I slowly knelt between his legs. As I did, he sat up and kissed me. My hard nipples were pressing into his chest as he kissed me. It was as if he had never kissed anyone before. My mouth was open as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, his lips pressed hard against mine. As we kissed, he lay back and pulled me down with him. His hands were running all over my body, as if he had to touch every inch at the same time. Holding my arse in both hands he pulled me gently up, saying he had never felt so horny in his life. I moved my hips so his cock rested on my pussy. Then with one sudden move he flipped me onto my side. How the hell he did it without us falling out of the bed I will never know. As he turned me, and my legs parted, he slid his cock with one hard thrust deep into me. Then as he held my hips he began to fuck me, hard and deep. This was no gentle tease, just a good hard fuck. He lifted my leg back over his so that I could feel his balls hitting against my arse. As he fucked me, he moved his hand and rubbed my clit with his fingers. With every thrust I moaned, and as he rubbed my clit harder he said, "I knew you liked it hard, you do, tell me you do, TELL ME. "Yessssss, YESSSSSSSSSSSS hard, mmmmmm fuck me hard," came my gasping reply. With that he pushed me onto my front and, still with his cock inside me, he pulled me to my knees and began to fuck me from behind. As he slammed deliciously into me, my body slid up the bed, my tits clapping with every thrust, the sweat starting to run down my back. I pushed back to meet every one of his thrusts, slapping my arse on his legs as he pulled me back with my hips. Faster and faster he fucked, pushing the air out of my body as I moaned. I could feel the muscles in my body start to tense, and as I pushed my face into the pillow to muffle my scream, I came. My body went limp as every muscle gave up the fight, I could wait no longer and I came so much. I went dizzy as I felt my orgasm tear through me and I slumped forward onto the bed. Still he fucked, triumphant that he had made me cum. As I felt my body shudder and go totally limp, he pulled his cock out of me. Getting up and standing next to the bed, he grabbed my head, turned it towards him and pushed his cock into my mouth. As I panted, unable to catch my breath, he held my head and filled my mouth with his cum. His cock pulsed as it emptied his balls down my throat. Hot, thick, salty cum flowed over my tongue as I swallowed it. I felt his hands relax on the back of my head and I pulled back so that I could breath. My tits were heaving as I gulped down air. As I looked at him, he held his cock and said I had missed a drop. Then, he squeezed his arse muscles and made a blob of cum come out of the end of his cock. Still looking at him, I wiped it off with my finger and then sucked it off, letting my finger side slowly over my lips. I smiled. Within a moment, John was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me as I lay back. He had not made me beg him to stop as he had promised. Then, he began running his fingers over the very tips of my nipples, making each one harder than they had ever felt before. Holding each nipple between his fingers as he kept staring into my eyes, he began to twist them. Not too hard, just enough to make me close my eyes and run my teeth over my bottom lip. As I let me hands slide softly over his arms, he said, "I could cum just watching you." "I want you to make me beg you to stop," was my reply, as I pulled him down and kissed him. Just as our lips touched, I froze. Someone was walking along the corridor, the floorboards creaking. Oh my God! Was it Neil looking for me? What would he say? What would he do? It only just occurred to me that I had been with him and had just walked out. The sound of the floorboard was like a slap across my face, bringing me out of the drunken, slut crazed state I was in. Then came the tap on the door. My eyes opened wide as John placed a finger over my lips, then stood up. As he went towards the door, I scrambled to pull a sheet over myself. But, I should have known. I should have realized what was about to happen by the grin on John's face and the glint in his eyes. As he reached the door, he turned, winked at me and then opened it. There stood Neil. He winked at John, then slipped into the room. The look on my face must have been a picture. I looked at Neil as he stood in front of me, in just his boxers. John, with his now hardening cock pointing out in front, just grinned. "You bastards, you had all this planned out, didn't you?" I said. They looked at each other and grinned, like cats about to get the cream. Both men came over to the bed. As John pulled the sheet from my body he said, "I lied, you're not going to beg me to stop, you're going to beg us both." With that he grabbed my arms and pulled me up off the bed. Neil bent to take his shorts off, John held me and kissed me, and my mind whirled. I'd never had two guys at once before. I was scared, yet excited at the same time. "Could I? Should I?" my mind searched frantically for a reason why not. Yes, I could feel my body tingle with desire. There I stood, naked between two gorgeous guys, one kissing me and running his fingers over my tits while the other knelt behind me, his hands stroking up and down my legs as he kissed the cheeks of my arse. I tried to say no. I tried so hard, but the word just would not come out of my mouth. My brain gave in to lust as I felt Neil's hands reach the top of my legs and slowly part my cheeks. My body was theirs. They knew it. They knew I could not stop them. They knew I would not stop them. As John bent his head to suck and kiss my nipples, Neil parted the cheeks of my arse. Parting my legs a bit, I stood up on the balls of my feet to help Neil reach me where I needed to feel him. He ran his tongue over me, reaching under me so I could feel his tongue slide from my clit around back and over my arse. Each time he would pause for a moment let his tongue slip between my open lips and into my pussy, then trail my warm juices up and onto my arsehole. As Neil probed my arse with his tongue, John moved his hand down and played with my pussy and clit. He kept slipping two fingers in, then bringing them out and rubbing my clit. They were taking turns, one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. As they worked my pussy, I moaned with every touch. I stood in rapture between them for so long the muscles ached in my calves. But I didn't want them to stop. They rubbed, they licked, they touched and they probed. They must have done this before. No way had they not. They were too good, each knowing exactly when and where and how to touch next. They could feel my body shudder with every touch. I did not want to cum, I did not want this to end. I was so close, so close to letting my body explode, when Neil stopped and stood up behind me. As I let my feet rest back onto the floor, John took my hand and placed it between my legs. Then, rubbing my fingers over my pussy, pushing my fingers in and then sliding them over my clit, he was using my hand instead of his. He held my hand tight as he pushed my fingers back into my pussy. As my fingers slid smoothly into my own wetness, slowly he fucked me with my own hand. There were two, and then three of my fingers being pushed into me. Neil was kissing the back of my neck. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my arse as I moved my hips in time with John using my fingers in my pussy. John then stopped and pulled my fingers up to his mouth. They glistened with my wetness. As he held each one apart, he took one into his mouth and sucked it, running his tongue over my finger tasting my juice. Then he held my hand over my shoulder and Neil did the same, sucking on a finger, cleaning it, tasting me. Then it was my turn. When John pushed my finger into my mouth, I began to suck on it like a cock. I let him push it deep into my mouth, sliding it between my lips, turning my head so that I got every bit of my juice. Which One? CHAPTER 1 Sitting on the pool coping, legs dangling in the water, Jenna (15) and Thomas (11) watched their father in the shade talking to the two women who figured in their lives now their mom was gone. Debs died four months ago of breast cancer. As their dad Sean Munro had said, forty-two was too young to die but the family was mostly over it now. He also said life must go on and he’d begun dating Isobel, a beautiful and stylish woman assistant who worked in the architectural firm in which he was principal partner. The kids had been unsure about Isobel and the shock of seeing her in their mom’s side of the bed last Sunday morning was already a dimming memory. Nothing had been said to them. Their dad just put his fingers to his lips and whispered, “Shhhh, Isobel’s sleeping.” The kids had left the one cup of coffee and two slices of buttered toast on Sean’s beside cabinet and fled to the kitchen in confusion. “God, dad’s fucking her,” Jenna said, cheeks red. “I didn’t see nothing,” Thomas declared. “Anyways you said she’s too young for dad.” “But not too young for doing what they were doing last night,” Jenna said grimly. “That bitch is as good as dead.” “Goddamn it Jenna, dad will whack your butt with a rolled newspaper if he hears you calling Isobel a bitch.” “Watch your mouth Thomas. You know too much for your age. What are we going to do about this?” “Nothing of course, it’s none of our business.” Jenna said less than convincing, “We must do something, we can’t sit back and let this happen.” Thomas sniffed and put two pieces of bread in the toaster. “Can’t we? Well you just wait.” Jenna looked thoughtfully at the back of her brother wondering how was it he was running the show? A few days later after their rude awakening, the uncertainty over their father’s intentions with Isobel came to a head. Isobel was over for dinner and took Jenna aside and said, “Your father wants me to move in with you guys. I’d like your opinion about that?” Jenna shrugged and said, “It’s all right I suppose. Dad need’s his piece of ass.” Isobel cried, “Jenna,” and looked rather startled, perhaps never have been referred to like a piece of meat. She recovered quickly and placed a hand on Jenna’s shoulder. Jenna looked at the hand but left it there and heard the intruder say, “You must understand your father needs more than that other thing. He also needs adult conversation and adult company and the affection and rivalry that goes with an adult relationship that molds us into more complete persons.” Jenna said she supposed so. She recognized that little speech as philosophy and wondered how an architectural draftswoman came to believe she was authorized to speak like that to the wounded daughter. She decided to have a swipe at smug Isobel. “What do you think Mrs Rose will think about you carrying on with dad?” “I’m not carrying on with anyone,” Isobel cried defensively. “Anyway you know very well the relationship I intend having with your father is designed to make us better people. What your father and I decide has nothing to do with Laurel.” “Is that so? Mrs Rose was here helping to look after us before you arrived on the scene. What if Mrs Rose was having sex with dad?” Jenna thought smugly, well that little bit of a tease should place smart-ass Isobel on the back foot. Isobel would burst into tears and leave, never to be seen again. But she was surprised that the reaction was the opposite of what she’d expected. Isobel’s face turned dark and her jaw pushed out and she yelled, “Sean fucking Munro your two-timer, where are you?” and went striding from the room like a Warrior Queen. Oh shit, Jenna thought, anticipating the consequences, and ran and locked herself in her room. The door handle rattled and then ‘Thump, thump’ her dad’s fist rattled the door. “Jenna you lying little bitch, open the door or I’ll break it down.” Close to panicking, the tall and slender blonde said, “You promise not to hit me?” There was a brief pause and her father said he promised. She opened the door, he entered and closed the door behind him gently and sat on the bed alongside her bed and he commanded, “Sit, we need to talk.” “First we’ll talk about Thou Shalt Not Lie and then what my feelings are for Isobel and then belatedly I’ll ask do you mind if Isobel comes to live with us.” He frowned. “You lying little bitch, you are responsible for me almost getting my head knocked off.” “Well pity you. If you talked to ask first none of this would have happened.” “Us? Who the hell are us? Thomas is too young to understand.” “Dad, keep your voice down and don’t be so bad-tempered. We are adjusting after mom leaving us and you are expected to be our leader. And if you must know ‘we’ includes Mrs Rose.” “Why is she been dragged into this?” “Dad, are you prepared to listen to me?” “Yes of course,” he said, resting sideways on a forearm. “I plead guilty to not having consulted. This tragedy appears to have changed you from being an off-the-wall teenager into almost a woman.” “Oh thank you very much,” she grimaced and added, “Apology accepted. Well the first thing to point out is although he’d only eleven, Thomas is no dummy. He knows enough to have discussed with me about why you and Isobel were screwing. He also understands the consequences of her moving into this house.” “No dad, shut up,” she said, noticing her dad about to comment. “Let me finish. So please be aware Thomas has feelings too and that his understanding of situations is perhaps much greater than you are aware and if he doesn’t understand anything or is confused he comes to me and not you and while I’m on that point dad, that shift occurred when mom fell sick. You have a big job to win back your son.” “Christ,” Sean breathed, his dark eyes glistening. “I’m okay dad. Although I have moments of uncertainty, I’ll get through this because I can think things out and am not afraid that the kids other than my friends treat me like some kind of freak because my mother died.” She saw he father close his eyes and shake his head briefly. “As I said, I’m okay and as for Thomas, the mothers of his pals are no longer talking to him as if he were a freak and had no family. I know it’s called adjustment.” “The second thing I wish to say is I think as a family we coped with this thing very well because we got better coping the sicker mom became and our acceptance that her time was near arrived when she was hospitalized. But now I think we have become a bit cav.. cav…” Sean offered, “Cavalier?” “I think we have become a bit cavalier with each other. The glue that held us together is missing. I’ve read about that.” “The third thing is as I’ve just said, we all knew our family spun around mom and now mom has gone. You are not going to like this dad but Thomas and I have discussed it when we could see where you and Isobel were heading. Thomas and I believe we would rather be with you spinning around Mrs Rose. And why dad? Because we think she’s the better fit. Isobel is okay but Mrs Rose reigns supreme.” “That’s all,” Jenna said, watching her father gape. He began defensively. “It’s absurd to say Mrs Rose reigns supreme. Laurel radiates nothing and we barely notice her about the house. She’s nice looking but in comparison Isobel is beautiful with an outstanding figure. Grant you, Laurel is about my age whereas I give Isobel eleven years and her laughter is ever so musical and… Jenna sighed and pulled two pillows and lay back against the wall to listen to the long reply, regretting she hadn’t placed a time limit on him. By the time he’d finished and they went out to the living room, Isobel had left the house. His son asked, “What’s up dad?” Sean said a little vaguely while peering out the window, “Oh nothing er… er…” “Thomas,” Jenna offered icily. Sean spun around and looked at his children in dismay. Finally he said, “It’s Saturday tomorrow, do you kids want to go with me and watch a game?” “Yes dad,” Thomas shouted. “Benny and his parents are going to watch his bigger brother’s team play for a quarter-final place in the morning. Can we go to that?” “Jenna?” “I’m really not interested dad but after what I said to you, I’ll go in support of family unity.” Thomas grinned. “Benny’s oldest brother is also going in support. He’s your age.” “What’s their family name?” “ McDonald.” “Omigod, you mean Luke McDonald?” “Of course. Benny only has two brothers.” “I’d love to go out somewhere with you guys in the morning,” Jenna said, straightening her hair. * * * The weather forecast for the day of Deborah Munro’s funeral was for showers and a 10 mph wind. In fact it was a sunny, still early spring day and the birds were singing and not all that many of the more than 250 people there were dressed entirely in black. Sean had left it to a group of Debs’ four closest friends to arrange the service, to choose the order of service and he had no requests to make. Laurel Rose, also a recent widow, took the lead because she’d have recent experience at a funeral. There was only one hymn, right at the end following the blessing as the casket was shouldered from the church. The first and two following songs were three of the more toned-back of Debs’ favorite songs that Laurel had typed out and the words of each song was projected on to the drop-down screen in front of the congregation. The clergyman entered into the spirit and at the burial at the lawn cemetery he and his wife and Debs’ four best friends she’s gone through senior high and college with, led the singing of ‘Shall We Gather at the River?’ It was so appropriate and so beautiful that many people had tears running down their cheeks as they sang and for Sean and for Jenna who was holding Thomas’ hand and Debs’ parents, they felt their grief lift a little. The four friends had taken turns being around Thomas and Jenna during those final days before Debs died and Sean was ever so grateful for that. It wasn’t long before Thomas and Jenna were agreeing their favorite counselor was Mrs Rose. The others were great but Mrs Rose, well, rose above them. The cheerful, pretty brunette Laurel Rose was forty-four, just a few months younger than Sean. She and her late husband had been unable to have children and had decided against adoption but, according to Jenna, that seemed to make no difference to Laurel who didn’t act toward her and Thomas any less understanding and enthusiastically and her three married friends who were mothers. Although refreshments had been served in the hall attached to the crematorium chapel, many of those who attended the funeral accepted the invitation to later visit the family home. A large number of people accepted the chance to enter what was arguably the finest looking home in the city fronting Lake Hope and designed by Sean and his late mother who’d established the architectural firm. Some of Sean’s pals arrived with barbeques and many people stayed late. Laurel in the last group to leave and Sean called her back. “Thomas has been asleep but has awakened and is dressed and won’t go back to bed and Jenna is now weeping because she regards this as her first night without her mother now Debs is buried. Would you please stay with us a little longer?” “Of course darling,” she said, kissing Sean and that was nothing out of the ordinary. The four friends had always thought Debs had landed the best of the five guys and they all fell into the habit of kissing Sean and calling him darling as their special friend. They played cards until Thomas was almost out on his feet. Sean carried Thomas off to bed and feeling alone again Jenna resumed crying and Laurel lay beside her on the sofa and hugged her and stroked her hair. That’s where Sean found them. He smiled fondly and covered them with a rug and he lay on one of the other sofas and fell asleep. Thomas awoke everyone yelling, “I’ll be late for school.” “You don’t have to go to school,” Sean said but Thomas said he would feel better at school than hanging around the house. Jenna decided she’d stay home all week. Laurel rushed to the bathroom and then rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast for Thomas and make up his lunch box. He looked at the kitchen clock as Laurel was combing his hair and said he’d missed the bus. “No problem, I’ll drive you.” Early afternoon on the third day after the funeral, Jenna decided to cycle to the mall and go to a movie. Laurel, who’d returned each day to help around the house, offered to accompany her but Jenna said dully she’d be happy just being left alone. Laurel said she’d go home and Sean said he’d drop into the office but would be home before Thomas came home from school. But he wasn’t. There was a problem with faulty window installation in a building under construction and he dealt with the irrationally complaining client and went on an inspection tour. He arrived home to learn that Jenna arrived back from the mall to find Thomas swimming in the pool unsupervised. “Oh god,” Sean groaned, and hugged them and said he was so, so sorry. “We need a new mother.” “Well Jenna that’s unlike to happen, well certainly not any time soon.” He told them he’d advertised for a housekeeper and at breakfast next morning Jenna said to Laurel, who’d arrived to prepare their breakfast and get Thomas off to school and to do the laundry and other housework, “Dad’s going to advertise for a housekeeper Mrs Rose. Do you want the job?” Sean lifted from his newspaper and said sharply, “Jenna.” “Yes I’d like to be interviewed as a day housekeeper, hours 8:00 till you or your father arrive home. Someone needs to do the housework and to be here when Thomas arrives from school.” Sean said, “Laurel I’m sorry I was going to approach you but…” “Hush please Sean. We have a potential businesswoman here beginning to feel her responsible side.” Ten minutes later Laurel was appointed day housekeeper on salary. Before long, Laurel and Sean became aware their casual kiss and hi darling remained roughly as always but when they kissed at the end of the day if Sean was home early they became aware the kiss was not so casual and a couple of times Laurel had to haul Sean’s hand off her breast in case Thomas came to the door. She was aware she was pressing into Sean a bit when saying good night. One Friday evening Thomas and Jenna were staying overnight with a school friend, Sean called Laurel. “Hi the kids have gone and have my cell phone number. Would you like me to take you to a movie?” “Sean we shouldn’t?” “Why not, we are both respectable single people.” “Um I’m no thinking straight. There must be a reason. Oh yes it’s too soon after the funeral.” “Hmmm,” Sean said, entering a mode automatically used when dealing with difficult clients. Predictably, Laurel waited as a couple of seconds ticked by, and that allowed her time to think whatever was he about to say. “How short is long enough?” “What? Oh you mean what is considered an acceptable period of respect?” “Oh was I meaning that?” “What?” “Look we are in a period of vagueness. Let’s go to a movie and have dinner.” “But that’s a date.” Sean snorted and said it was a meeting of convenience to seek clarification. “Clarification as to what?” “You need to decide if you wish to go to bed with me.” Laurel flared, “Sean Munro, I will not consider going to bed with you until more water has passed under the bridge.” “How much water?” “Omigod,” she snorted. “This is like dealing with a kid with its bottom lip pushed out. Right I shall go to a movie with you this evening and then to dinner and the condition you do not leave the vehicle when you take me home.” “Agreed.” She said, sounding surprised, that she hadn’t thought she’d win that one so easily. Sean said vaguely wasn’t she lucky, aware there was more than one way to skin a… er fish. As Sean’s big Volvo pulled to a stop, Laurel said she’d really enjoyed the film and the foo d and company had been fabulous.” “Good,” Sean yawned deceptively. With one hand on the door handle, Laurel leaned across for a kiss. She was seized, pulled away from the door and Sean was kissing Laurel who was caught by surprise and had her mouth opened. Now their tongues were touching. “Oh god,” she whimpered, and took Sean’s hand and steered it under the V-front of her dress and he felt the built-in bra pull away as his hand cupped a cute and very warm breast with a nipple raised like a pencil tip rubber. “Oh god,” murmured Laurel again, feeling herself dribbling into Sean’s mouth and their tongues sloshed. Sean’s confidence was boosted by her unexpectedly tactile reaction and he squeezed a tit. “Oh heavenly,” she sighed. “I’d forgotten dating could be like this and that I’m able to moisten my panties this way.” Eh? Sean took the risk. “Move your butt closer so I can get at you over this damn center console.” She shifted nearer before he’d had time to wonder if she would respond, spread her legs and pulled her panties aside for him. In went Sean’s fingers and Laurel had a release almost immediately. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned. “It’s been such a long time for me.” She had soaked his fingers and hand and Sean answered the call and any hot-blooded guy would do. He twisted and counter-twisted his fingers and dabbed at her clit with his thumb and finally she got off big time and she sunk down into the seat, breathing heavily. Sean thought well that was it, but it wasn’t. Laurel unzipped Sean and dug his piece out and said something about this was not a one-way street and momentarily he wondered about that but threw back his head in delight when her skill as a cocksucker went to work on his needy erection. When she finally sucked and jacked him off to a messy conclusion, for a moment Sean worried he’d lost his eye-sight because everything turned into blackness with red popping spots and sheets of flashing yellow light. As he regained his vision he saw Laurel lifting her head from him and wiping away globs of cum at the sides of her mouth and was left with a cum replica mustache. She ignored his giggle and wiped her top lip clean. “Please come into the house,” she smiled seductively although looking a bit tired but he said no, they had an agreement to keep. She looked mortified and kissed him without arguing and turned and waved as she reached the door. Driving home with that image of her standing and waving, Sean said in awe, “God what a great fuck in-waiting.” He’d reached the bedroom when she called. “Hi Laurel, how are you feeling?” “Tired but riding a beautiful wave emotionally. You have left me feeling like a woman again. I think until tonight I thought of myself as a withering stump.” “Oh I can’t have you feeling like that. You need to be repeatedly and frequently fucked.” “Well that’s just it. I’ll want to have frequent sex again but I don’t wish to rush into it and with anyone else until I’m ready and allow for what I believe is a suitable period of mourning for her over the loss of her husband.” “Fair enough and so when will that be, next week?” Laurel sighed and said several months she would think. “But I don’t expect you to wait for me,” she said. “I’m happy for you to find someone else. I would like to keep on as housekeeper until you have your domestic arrangements settled.” “Fair enough. The let’s keep on as we have been doing Laurel, er prior to tonight.” And that’s what they did. CHAPTER 2 A fortnight after Deb’s funeral, the firm’s leading AutoCAD drafter, Isobel Tanner entered Sean’s office, he seeing her approach and waved her in. “May I talk, um personally?” Which One? “Sure Isobel,” he said. “Close the door and sit.” “Sean I’ve watched you go through the stress leading up to the loss of Debs who we all loved and admired so much. It’s pained me to see you go through that ordeal and I would like to know how I might help.” “You attended the funeral and spoke to me, choosing lovely words.” “Yes, but I mean you are now passing through the gap in your life when eventually you may well replace Tommy and Jenny’s mother. I’m offering to help you through that gap.” “Their names are Thomas and Jenna.” “Oh I apologize for getting their names wrong. Coming in here has left me rather tense and with my focus on you first and foremost but of course Thomas and Jenna are automatically included in the scheme of things.” “And what is the scheme of things?” Sean asked, his gaze diverted while Isobel uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, Sean noticing a flash of red panties between her thighs when she was, er, adjusting. “I was thinking you’d need a bit of female company other than relatives enquiring about the welfare or you and your children. I mean someone like me with whom you could relax over a drink and talk about other things not involving this place and our domestic lives.” “Someone like you?” “Well I mean me. We have no need to call our little meetings dates. As you know my five-year old engagement ended late last year in tears and temper. Since then I have kept my dates short-term pending regaining my confidence in males.” “I see and does this offer include sex?” Isobel uncrossed her legs, shifted in her butt slightly and crossed her legs and said softly it might be a little soon to be discussing that. “So we just sit and talk?” Isobel blushed and said, “Yes talk and talk intimately if that’s what you feel you need.” Sean stood and said, “Well thanks Isobel. I have a meeting in a few minutes and…” “And when you feel the time is right Sean, we’ll have sex.” “Ah so you have been thinking sex?” She looked at him boldly and said of course she had, being a great admirer of him. “Okay Isobel, although we are in a glass cage, please strip and show me what I’ll be getting.” “Sean,” she said desperately, looking at people in surrounding offices behind glass divisions. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have challenged you like that.” Isobel stood and biting her bottom lip, unzipped her skirt after undoing the button over the zip puller. The draw of the zip sounded rather loud in the confine of the office. She began pulling down her skirt and Sean cried, “Okay enough. Let’s meet somewhere for a drink. I was just testing your sincerity over this unexpected offer to er consort.” They met twice for drinks after work and then Isobel suggested they meet for lunch and they had a couple of those, knees touching and then she invited Sean to take her to a motel. She said rooms were available for rental for as little as two hour’s duration and yet it was a very credible motel with what she claimed were the most discreet staff on earth. “You are very sexy Isobel,” Sean said, pressing his thigh against hers at the restaurant. “Let’s do it.” Sean lay back on the bed, fully dressed and said, “Strip for me Isobel but nothing obscene. Just reveal your great-looking body to me beautifully.” She did that very well and they both became aware Sean was highly aroused. The nude young woman of thirty-four, now dribbling at her mouth and pussy, crawled to him on her hands and knees over the bed, swung a leg over his. She pushed her butt up towards him and waiting until feeling him sweep her pussy with his tongue for beads of juice before she spat on him and gobbled the head of his dick. Within minutes passion had seized them and she spun around and as soon as she’d rolled a condom on to him she sat down on his dick. They banged away until they’d both come amid big groans. Sean was to learn that Isobel preferred to bang hard and be banged hard when having sex and anything less than being made to ejaculate three times would leave her unsatisfied. At the end of the multi-session she’d nap for ten or fifteen minutes, pat him and say “Good boy” and pause momentarily as if to confirm his name and add “Sean”. She’d then collect the used condoms and waddle off to the bathroom, a towel stuffed between her legs. It was a very precise ending but one could never say Isobel fucked like a machine. Without thinking of Laurel, Sean began thinking that Isobel was probably the best fuck around, well at least in reach of him and without complications. One Saturday night Sean invited Isobel to stay the night, thinking the kids had gotten used to seeing her around, as had Laurel, and it would be a good way to introduce Jenna to the fact that her father and Isobel did more that talk to each other and go out to dinner together. And that, of course, came unstuck in a big way, with Jenna making it clear that she and her brother had a preference for Laurel over Isobel. The more Sean thought about that the more anxious he became. He wanted the kids on his side but what if he chose Laurel and found she was a flop in bed? He decided the best way was to find out by seducing Laurel. Kissing her one evening before she left for home, he asked Laurel could he take her away for a weekend. “Sorry but I’m not sleeping with you while you are having it off with Isobel. It just isn’t right.” “But I also wished to show you may appreciation of what you are doing for this family.” “Then buy me a necklace. You can’t show your appreciation through sex although the setting might be enjoyable of course.” So Sean bought her a necklace and she loved it and minutes later he wondered how the hell had she got him to buy her an expensive necklace like that? He concluded women could outwit him at times. But next day when driving to the office, he knew it was churlish thinking Laurel had screwed a necklace out of him. She’d only made the suggestion of the necklace instead of a dirty weekend to show his appreciation and he could have said no, it was a weekend away fucking or nothing. Oh yeah? He knew that wasn’t his style. And from that day he began to covet Laurel, quickly coming to the conclusion she had more, in fact much more warmth and depth than Isobel. He wondered if he should ask one of Laurel’s old boyfriends what she’d been like to fuck but dropped that idea as being a great way to earn a thick ear from Laurel when her old boyfriends spilt the beans about his covert questioning. But the big thing on his mind was the happiness of his kids. They were good kids and deserved the best. He decided to dump Isobel, er to allow Isobel to leave him because his wished to marry Laurel if she would have him. Oh fuck, there was a problem. The two women were often at the house together for short periods. What if Isobel went running crying to Laurel that he’d dumped her to clear the way so he could marry Laurel? Laurel might call him a dog and walk out and have nothing further to do with him. Sean thought of the sound advice he would have expected from his mom had she still been alive. Oh yeah, it would have been something like ‘try to do the best thing’ or some crap about the fat and the fire. What a mess and this is why many guys say never to mess around with more than one woman at a time and some had scars while one or two were no longer around to prove the validity of that advice. It was okay being a bachelor apart from periods of loneliness and being responsible for your own laundry but there were upsides such as having only your own bills to pay. But add kids to the mix and having two people in charge became rather ideal, well in most cases. Yes what he wanted was the recovery of balance in his life and he had to accept having two women in his sights to achieve that goal was not the best way to go about it. Oh yes, one would have to go. Well, Sean sighed, wishing to get out of this negative well. He confirmed earlier thinking that he should act in the best interests of the family. Isobel would have to go. He then thought of a brilliant plan. Nothing was bound to work perfectly in this situation but this plan would have the best chance of succeeding with the fewest number of feathers ruffled… er hopefully. Sean waited for Isobel to come into his office as she did at least once a day. He figured people in the office knew he’d been seen dating Isobel and they would be waiting to see Isobel and he doing it over his desk but there was no chance of that happening. She arrived just after 11:00 carrying a folder to indicate the legitimacy of her visit and he invited her to close the door and then launched straight into it. “I’m sorry but something’s come up. The kids have asked me to marry Laurel and…” “Thank god,” Isobel sighed. “I’ve been trying to think of ways to break from you but to avoid losing my job that I love so much. And here you come with the solution. Sean, do you mind if we no longer see each other socially? I need for settle on someone closer to my own age and with more stamina in bed?” “N-no,” said Sean, somewhat shocked. “That’s um a good idea.” “Thanks, anything else?” Isobel asked brightly. He said no and she smiled and left the room. Sean gaped wondering how she’d managed to drop him so deftly… and then he twigged. She’d accused him of lacking stamina in bed had switched his mind off her to his dick and she then slit his throat, er so to speak. God some women were formidable. Isobel had callously used him while continuing trying to find a Mr Right or The Closest Alternative to her chest. That was most impressive. Sean had the brains not to rush home and announce, ‘Isobel is gone, be happy kids and dear Laurel the way is now clear for you to throw yourself at me’. But he knew, using a legal term, time was of the essence. He called Jenna and it worked like clockwork. “Hi darling.” “Why are you calling dad? You know I’m on the phone to my girlfriends immediately after school.” Of course he’d known that and wasted fifteen damn minutes trying to get through to her. “Oh Jenna I need your advice. Would it truly please you kids to I thought more about asking Laurel to marry me?” “Oh dad would you? Please dad, say you’ll drop that hot bitch and focus completely on ever so sweet Laurel.” “Right and thanks for that confirmation and I’ll try my luck but PLEASE don’t breathe a word of this to Laurel,” Sean said artfully and got the type of reply he wanted when his sweet 15-year old said innocently and vaguely, “Oh you know me dad. Bye.” Cutting the call, Sean smiled and knew he now only had to wait. He arrived home that evening and Jenna came running to the garage and kissed him excitedly and said, ‘Hi dad, bye dad. I’m going over to Kelly’s. Thomas is over at the McDonald’s and you now have your private space.” Ah, Sean thought, waving her off as she rode down the driveway on her bike. Miss Oh You Know Me has blabbed to Laurel. “Oh hi Laurel,” he said innocently, knowing Miss Oh You Know Me would have instructed Laurel to behave as if she had no knowledge of what was about to happen. “Hi Sean,” she said, and acting as she always did if he arrived home before Jenna and making no effort to explain why she’d stayed on after Jenna had arrived home. Laurel said, “Well I’m off.” Sean kissed her as normal and Laurel almost reached the door before Sean said casually, “Oh the kids are not here. Please stay and have a drink with me.” Laurel returned, saying casually, “Oh yes I have time to do that.” “I’d guess lots of time now that you live alone.” “Well yes,” she nodded and Sean concentrated on mixing the Martinis. “Have you thought of dating seriously?” She said, “Yes, many times.” Sean smiled at her encouragingly, “And?” “The only person I’m interested in is you but you have someone else.” “Ah Laurel,” Sean said, allowing conversation to lapse while he finished making the drinks. “Here you are and your very good health. What if I moved to no longer have someone else?” “Well I’d expect you to look for a replacement.” They sipped their drink. “And what if I thought ah, right under my nose there’s Laurel and then I remember when I invited you away for a weekend of intense sex, er a weekend away, and you said not while I had dealings with another woman. Has that stipulation changed?” Sean noticed the shake in the liquid in the glass Laurel was holding and thought her facial color had darkened a few notches. “No,” she almost squeaked. Sean was enjoying himself and hoped Laurel was also having fun. “So you think about you and me having sex?” Laurel sucked down a third of her drink and then said, “Do I have to answer that?” He nodded. “You are a very nice and attractive man and yes I do have deep feelings for you.” Sean found himself off-course. “Laurel was that answering my question with your usual precision or was that a devious attempt at diversion?” “Oh god Sean, I’m going to explode unless you finish this and now.” “Laurel Rose, best friend of my late and dear wife Deborah Munro, will you please marry me and be mother to Jenna Munro and Thomas Munro?” “Oh yes, yes I accept,” Laurel said, putting down her glass and weeping rushed into the arms of Sean who said gravely, “You accept what?” “I accept your proposal that we wed and I mother Jenna and Thomas.” “Oh that’s wonderful and thrills me deeply Laurel. I feel truly honored and I know the kids have long accepted you.” “Thanks you,” she sniffed, holding Sean tightly. “That was so lovely.” “What would you like to do know?” “Jenna said once I accepted… oh god.” “Oh Jenna said something to you, did she?” There was silence. “Laurel?” “I-I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” “And what did Jenna suggest?” “That once you proposed and I accepted I was to lead you to the bedroom where we would have sex.” “Oh I see.” Laurel squirmed in embarrassment. “Please don’t be angry with Jenna or alarmed she knows things like that.” “Oh I’m used to dealing with devious females, although not always dealing with them successfully. But I have a better idea. Let me carry your to bed.” And off they went, Laurel kissing all over Sean’s face as he carried her 120-pounds to the master bedroom. “Hurry Sean,” she panted. “I’m all eager for sex. And then I’ll call our family home for dinner.” THE END Which One? Clever boy, three for three. And all for me. When he let go of my hand, I reached for his cock, sliding my other hand behind me to touch Neil. But, just as I did, John pulled away and lay down on the bed. Neil grabbed my hand to stop me. He turned me and kissed me, then winding his fingers into mine he led me over to the bed. There lay John; his arms crossed under his head, the wickedest grin on his face. His cock muscles were twitching, making it wag in the air. "Get between his legs, kneel with your arse in the air and suck his cock, we're going to make you beg," Neil said as he nibbled the side of my neck. I had to ask; I had to know, as John parted his legs and I knelt between them, I asked, "How many times have you done this?" They did not answer. John held his cock in one hand, using his other hand to pull my head down onto it. As the tip touched my lips he moved it slowly over them, parting them, then pulled my head down onto it. As he moved his hand off his cock I replaced it with mine. Slowly I sucked his cock into my mouth, my other hand squeezing his balls gently. My nails marked his flesh, but not hard enough to cause pain. I felt my legs part as Neil's cock slipped between them, then I felt it slide over my pussy. He rubbed it slowly over my clit, making me moan and twist my hips. His cock was sliding between my wet pussy lips, teasing me, letting the end of his cock slip in and then pulling out and rubbing it back over my clit. As Neil rested his cock once more just inside my pussy, I let John's cock slip from my lips. As I tilted my head and began running my tongue up and down his shaft, Neil thrust his cock into me. "You bastards" I moaned through gritted teeth as I came instantly. The feel of his big cock in my pussy was all it took. They had made me so horny and had taken me so close to the edge with their touches, I could not hold back any more. My body screamed as my orgasm pulsed through, my muscles twitching. "Ooooooooooooooooohh yes" said John "cum, cum, cum, were going to fuck you dry." Neil held my hips tight, pulling me back onto him as my pussy throbbed. He did not move, he just held me tight, letting my cum flood around his cock. "Fuck! She's so wet," he said, pulling his cock slowly back and feeling my cum ooze from my pussy. He then added, "Reach under her, John, and feel that juice, make her suck it off your fingers again." As Johns fingers circled around my clit, coating them in my cum, Neil fucked me. Neil held my hair as John fucked my mouth with his fingers, reaching down to coat them again and again. Each time I cleaned them they would take turns, my mouth and then his, watching my face as they fucked me. Neil fucked my pussy deep, each stroke long, each time pulling his cock to the edge then slamming his hips forward into mine. Each push was so hard I could not wank John's cock, I had to push back against the bed. Then Neil stopped, pulling his cock out of my pussy and gently slapping my arse. John pulled me up the bed so my legs were straddling his body, my pussy just above his cock. He reached between my legs, once again his fingers slipping into my pussy and then pulling them up and rubbing my juice over my nipples. As he lifted himself up to suck my nipples, he held my arse and pushed his cock into me. I arched my back and thrust my hips down onto him. "Not this time, you bastard, not this time", I snarled as he thrust his hips up to meet mine. I sat bolt up right and fucked his cock. I moved my hips slowly round and then up and down, squeezing his cock with my pussy. Forward then back, up, round, down, filling my pussy with his cock. As I leaned back, I felt Neil move up the bed to kiss the back of my neck. I leaned back further, my tits thrusting outwards as I arched my back and let my head fall to kiss Neil. I kissed him, our tongues playing with each other's as John rubbed my clit. Both played with my body as I rode John's cock, they were kissing me, stroking me, mauling me, holding me. Their hands were everywhere. Then, Neil got off the bed and stood along side John and I. Gently he turned my head and slid his hard cock into my mouth. Then he looked down at John, and winked – Fuck! I hate it when men do that! You never know what is going through their devious minds. Neil continued to hold my face gently as he moved his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth. John slowed his fucking down to deep long strokes, holding my hips down and fucking me with his. He held me so tight that only the movement of his hips was making his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "Dribble on my cock, make it nice and wet," Neil said as he leaned back and let go of my face. I took hold of his cock as I pulled it slowly from my mouth. Letting my mouth fill with saliva, I then slowly sank my head down onto him, slurping and sucking making his cock very wet. Each time I pulled Neil's cock out, the end just on my lips, John thrust his hip's up into me, almost breathless as he exclaimed, "Fuck that's horny, nothing more horny than seeing a woman with a cock in her mouth." One of John's hands was now rubbing my clit. It was becoming more and more of a struggle to suck Neil's cock, and I was moaning with shear pleasure at everything that was happening. I knew, no I hoped I knew, what was going to happen next. They did not disappoint me. I had never been with two guy's at the same time, but now I was so horny, so willing, that I wanted it all. With a long string of saliva still trailing between my mouth and his cock, Neil pulled away from me. I sucked my lips and wiped away the saliva as Neil moved back onto the bed behind me. I wanted this, I needed this. I shuddered as I felt Neil's hands grip my arse, his finger's sliding easily down between my cheeks. My sweat was glistening over my whole body, droplets running down my back. I felt his finger against my arsehole, circling, rubbing, pushing inside me. As I lent forward over John, he seemed to be holding his breath. He had not moved since Neil had touched my arse. As I looked at him, I pushed my self back and onto Neil's finger. I gasped as it slid into me. Chewing softly on my bottom lip, I pushed back hard. I felt his other hand on my cheeks as I moved my hips round and round. John now began moving his cock to match the movement of my hips. Neil slowly slipped his finger out of me. As he shifted on the bed, I felt his hands part my cheeks wide. Then his tongue was on my arse, kissing licking, probing once more, making it wet, sooo wet. He stopped, he moved behind me. As he pushed me slightly forward, I felt his cock on my arse. I was scared, yet so excited. I could not have stopped if I had wanted to. My body was theirs. Slowly I felt him enter me. I gripped the bed as I felt the pain, but the initial stinging feeling subsided so fast and there was nothing but pleasure and lust that swept through my body. Slowly Neil pushed his cock deeper into me as John held my face and kissed me. Then Neil began to fuck me, fucking my arse as John's cock twitched in my pussy and his fingers rubbed my clit. Neil was holding my hips firmly in place, pulling me back and holding me tight against his body. Underneath me, John was fucking me, thrusting his hips up hard into my pussy. They moved together in harmony, one pushing in as the other pulled out, in and out with their cocks filling me. My eye's were closed tight, my moans getting louder. They grunted and moaned as my body and mind began to lose control. I wanted to feel us all cum at the same time, and I told them to cum, to fill me. They thrust harder, faster, rocking my body back and forth, as the rhythm changed they fucked me together. Each of their cocks was filling me at the same time and they were moaning and crying out "Yes, ohhh yes, now, cum nowwww," as they both thrust together deep into me. We all tensed our bodies, unable to hold back or fight off the orgasms that were rippling though us together. They moaned, and I moaned, as the shocks of lust pumped though us, making our muscles scream with pleasure. Together, as one, we came. How I did not slump forward onto John I do not know. My arms were aching and my muscles began to cramp from gripping the bed so tight. As our sweat soaked bodies gasped for air, I shivered with pure delight as I felt their cock's pump their cum into me. They were holding me still as they filled me, with my pussy and arse throbbing in ecstasy. Afterward as we relaxed, each one letting their cock slide from my body, I could not help but ask, "I thought you were going to make me beg you to stop?" When I got off the bed and stood up, I could feel their cum seeping out of my pussy. I had to add, "and so much for fucking me dry!" I giggled as I shudder that just fucked shudder. "Bad use of words," said John. "I should have said we were going to make you beg us not to stop, even when you had cum so much your pussy was dry." "Then again," Neil said, "I think you could fuck us until we begged you to stop. Fuck! You're horny." As I bent and picked up my T-shirt, letting them glimpse the cum seeping from my pussy, I said they should come round and spend a whole day with me and maybe we could all beg. I had to know had they done this sort of thing before. "Never," they said together. But, from the moment I opened the door yesterday and they had their first glimpse of me, they had been planning this. They made it a point of remembering the blue movies they had watched, and they even cut back on the alcohol so they would not disappoint me. As I walked towards the door, slipping my shirt over my head, I turned, smiled, and said, "The other's must be awake by now, so we better call it a wrap. But anytime you feel like a retake, you know where I am!" I must have sounded like a slut, but I did not care. I really did enjoy myself and was not about to deny it. The drive home was quiet, I think we must have been too tired to flirt. I am still waiting for the retake!!