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A Trip to Burma Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



The idea for this came to me while writing "'Professional' Women," posted in the category "Reviews & Essays." You don't have to read it, just know that "Randy" is real person, a friend of mine whom I have included in this story. Randy - a telling alias - and I had a few trips together, mentioned in that review. This fictional story lets us have a lot more fun than on any of those trips.




After Randy's suggestions about another trip together, we agreed to go to Burma. His travel bureau found one for us, just a small group, but that was good, letting the two of us not be dominated by a larger group. 

We all met in the airport in Bangkok: three couples, a single man, two women and us, plus our European tour guide. We were immediately on a first-name basis, not usual for a group of Europeans. 

People who choose to go to Burma have taken tours to other exotic places, as had Randy and I. We had been on tours where less experienced travelers had complained that everything wasn't like back home. Our group proved very compatible in that regard, others mentioning that they knew that our trip could be a little adventurous, all of us agreeing. 

We flew to Rangoon and were taken to our hotel, joined by a Burmese guide. Randy and I had single rooms, the two women shared a room. At dinner, we all introduced ourselves further, confirming our expectations that we all had experience with this kind of tour. Two of the couples discovered that they could have met in Egypt. The other couple countered with where it had been. had been, but Randy and I had also been there, all chuckling that tours took people to see the same things. The single man, was reticent, just nodding. The two women joined in the conversation, when they could tell that they had also visited the one or other country mentioned.

The next day, we toured Rangoon, in the evening sharing our experiences in the large market, where we had gone our own ways. When our guide suggest that we have a drink in the famous old colonial hotel, we all agreed. Randy insisted on paying for all our drinks, a gesture that welded the group together. It was promising to be a very good trip, one without a wet blanket, even when we learned that the two women were school teachers. 

School teachers on such trips have the reputation for second guessing the guide on every point, having read not only the guidebook but also everything else they could find about the country. There was an old joke in our common language: what is the difference between the Lord God and a school teacher? The Lord God is omniscient; a school teacher is a know-it-all, "knows it all better" in the language. Our school teachers weren't like that – to our general relief.

The next day, we set off in a mini-bus, listening to our guides' explanations. That evening, we couldn't all sit together, Randy and I sat with Marie and Anna, the teachers. The single man had chosen to sit with one of the couples. 

Randy and I were pleased that the women seemed to enjoy our company, although we were graying, older than they were, but also not so young. Remarks about their trips together, suggested that they were both over forty, maybe closer to fifty. If so, they were still ten years younger than us. When they asked about us, Randy shaved a few years off about how long we knew each other. I recognized that there could be some discrepancies from what we had already told, but Marie and Anna didn't pick up on them.

After dinner, we were all sitting together in the lounge with another drink, talking about what we had seen, just mild confirmations that we had all read our guidebooks. 

The next evening in the next hotel, we sat with them again, now more familiar – and drinking a little more. It had been a long day, and the others murmured about going to bed and did, leaving the four of us alone. When Randy suggested another round of drinks, Marie and Anna agreed. We drank. They glanced at each other. One of them shrugged slightly and said: 

"If you're wondering, we always share a room together."

"Of course," I replied: "to avoid the surcharge for a single room."

"Of course," the other one agreed, the other one nodding, but smirking slightly.

Randy caught her expression, before I did, and smiled, replying: 

"If you know each other for so long."

"We do, since teachers college." 

"Nice," I remarked. The other one – Marie – looked a little embarrassed. 

Anna glance at her and shrugged slightly with the hint of smile, and murmured: 

"Yes, nice, why we like our trips together."

Marie nodded involuntarily, wrinkling her nose. Marie wrinkled hers, but smiled at us, then remarking: 

"Guess you know what we mean, but we're not just like that."

Marie quickly took a better drink, and we all did. Marie stilled looked a little discomforted at the turn of the conversation. Randy smiled and replied: 

"We aren't either, if that is what you were thinking." 

The women both shook their heads with grins, and we all drank again, then exchanging, sharing wry grins. We emptied out glasses. When Randy held his up with a questioning expression, we all nodded, chuckling softly, and another round was served. 

We all had a sip, exchanging glances – with raised eyebrows. We sipped again. The bartender was wiping up, putting away glasses. The women glanced at each other. They shrugged slightly, wobbling their heads questioningly. Then Anna remarked: 

"He wants to go to bed. Maybe we can finish our drinks in our room." 

Then Randy and I had to shrug, but we immediately nodded with what I hoped were just smiles of agreement, not smirks. The women nodded with smiles and we stood up. I called for the drinks to be put on my room number, and we left the bar. 

On the way to their room, I had to wonder if this was the first time they had invited men on a trip to join them. Despite Marie's initial reactions, she had had no problem with Anna's suggestion. Was her suggestion everything that it could mean? Had one or the other of them given us better smile? I hadn't noticed, and I didn't care; both of them were equally attractive - to a man my age. More attractive than my wife - or Randy's? But they weren't here, had always refused to join our trips together.

We were in their room: two beds, only two chairs. When Anna turned on a bedside lamp, Marie turned off the overhead light. Did her turning off the light only suggest that it was too bright? Anna, already between the beds, sat down on one, patting it next to her. Randy joined her, sitting closer than I would have. I waited for Marie to sit down facing them and then also sat down. We raised our glasses and had a sip, then smiling a little quizzically. Anna asked: 

"What were we talking about?" 

"You were saying that the bartender wanted to go to bed," Randy replied with a suppressed smirk. I, at least, recognized it as one. 

"To let him," she replied. Had she emphasized "him"? Or hadn't she – implying that she could be talking about us? 

"What else were we talking about?" Marie asked, sounding like she wanted to change the subject. 

Randy, always quicker than I, answered: 

"I said we weren't like that."

Anna grinned with a nod and replied: 

"Oh yeah, that we aren't either, even if we enjoy each others' company sometimes."

I didn't glance over at Marie, but felt her flinch in response. Randy almost grinned at me. I was surprised to hear myself reply: 

"Why not? I like to do that," then even more surprised at what I had said. 

There was a moment of surprised silence. Randy looked as surprised as I felt I was; Anna not quite so surprised, then smirking slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marie turn her head. I looked at her with an apologetic expression and murmured: 

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

She nodded with a slightly wry smile. Anna, however, chuckled and replied: 

"I guess you understood."

Marie almost laughed, making us all look at her, and replied: 

"I guess you do. Yeah, we do, ... when no one else is around."

There was a very pregnant silence. I didn't dare to glance over again at Marie. We all looked at our glasses and had a better sip, then looking at our glasses again. Well, I assumed that the others also were. The Randy murmured: 

"Maybe we should leave you: 'no one else around'." 

I was surprised at his tactful suggestion, not quite in line with his earlier remarks. I was even more surprised, however, when I saw Anna put her hand on his thigh, holding it, almost as though to make sure that he didn't leave. He glanced at her and she at him, both shrugging with slight smiles. When he put his hand on hers, I realized that I was going to have to do something to show my agreement and suggest it to Marie, and quickly. Without looking at her, I put my hand on her thigh, my thumb and fingers around it. Her thighs twitched together. We didn't look at each other, but she chuckled once, very softly. Randy and Anna were looking at us, both with a slight nod, only the corners of their lips moving in the slightest of smiles. 

Marie's thighs twitched again, and then she did look over at me, and I at her. We also both shrugged slightly with bemused expressions. We all took another sip. Then Anna emptied her glass, and we other three emptied ours. We all looked at each other again with slightly quizzical expressions. I thought I heard us all chuckle softly, wondering what was going to happen. Well, that seemed pretty obvious, but how, all four of us in one room together?

Then Anna reached over and took Randy's glass, and Marie took mine, and they put all our glasses on the table between the beds, and Anna turned off the bedside lamp. It was dark enough that we didn't have to feel that we could be watching each other or be watched. I heard Anna chuckle and saw the silhouette of their heads and shoulders disappear. Marie's thighs twitched again, and then I felt her hand on mine and heard her soft "um-hmm." I agreed, and we also dropped back on the bed. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. It was their room, their decision.

In the dark, Marie's reserve disappeared. When my arm slid around her waist, her hand immediately found my shoulder, drawing me over on her. It had been a long time since I kissed like that - except when in bed with my wife - and I was glad that I had shaved during my shower before dinner.. And it sure wasn't like a first French kiss with a girl back when, wondering if I could venture to find bare skin with my hand, When my fingers found the hem of her polo shirt, she nodded. My hand slipped under it, and she encouraged me with an "uhn-hnn" that I more felt than heard. When my thigh slid over hers, her other one drew up on mine. 

Oh yes, this was going to be good, was being good! My hand slid around on her stomach – nice firm stomach, reminding me that one of them taught sports and that the other one had said that she 

went to a dance class every week. My hand slid up to her breast, over her bra, one that let my fingers feel her stiff nipple. She hummed again with a nod, and then exhaled strongly, suggesting that I could push her bra up. When I did and held her breast again, she drew a deep breath, pressing it in my hand. 

We were going to have to take off our clothes somehow. My hand slid around and found the hooks of her bra, just a small bra, like her breasts. My fingers hadn't forgotten how to pop the hooks of a bra, although it had been decades since they had done that. But her polo shirt? She had the same idea. After unbuttoning two buttons of my shirt, she murmured: "Should have worn a blouse," and sat up and pulled off her shirt and took off her bra, while I quickly took off my shirt, hoping that she didn't mind that I had hair on my chest. 

She didn't. When we were back on the bed, my hand finding her breast again, she rubbed my chest with a chuckle and murmured: "nice, manly." We moved further back across the bed and rolled back together again, our thighs overlapping, now with my arm under her head. When my hand slid down over her pants, she nodded and murmured: "Them too, elastic." My hand slid up and slid inside, cotton panties and nice round ass, that she tightened with a chuckle. Her hand also slid down, finding my leather belt. I had to roll back and help her unbuckle it, then letting her open my trousers, her fingers about as experienced as mine had been with her bra. 

While she was, we heard chuckles and rustling on the other bed. Randy and Anna could probably have recognized what we were then doing, having to raise our hips to get the rest of our clothes off. By then, my cock had lost some of its starch. I wondered if Marie was going to hold it, but we just rolled back together again, enjoying feeling naked skin on naked skin, with our hands too. 

The others were chuckling and exchanging hums, but then Randy suddenly said – more than a murmer: 

"I've got to go."

"Me too," Anna agreed, and then Marie nodded with a chuckle, and I agreed: 

"We do too." 

We all snickered and got up. The light in the bathroom made us all blink a couple of times, but then revealed that Randy had a proud erection. He chuckled with a sheepish expression. Anna sat down on the toilet, grinning at him, at suggested: 

"Better go in the shower."

He turned with a nod, but I knew from my own experience that it would be a several moments before he could. I was able to hold my cock down and go in the washbasin. I was tempted to try to aim at the overflow hole under the spigot, but didn't, and turned on the tap. Anna joined me, snickering as she saw my stream die down. I heard Marie's stream hissing in the toilet. This wasn't like anything I had ever experienced before, two naked couples crowded in a small hotel bathroom, two naked couples, who had just met a couple of days before, and were seeing each other in the light for the first time. 

Anna had grabbed her still moist washcloth and was wiping her pussy. I rinsed my cock with my hands. By then, Randy was waiting to rinse his. When I stepped back and looked at Marie, appreciating that her breasts were really quite adequate on her figure, her nipples popped out. She wrinkled her nose and rubbed her forearm over them. When they popped out again, she just shrugged with a grin. She then wiped her pussy, only giving me a glance in the mirror with funny expression. 

By then, I – and Randy too, of course – had seen that both of them trimmed their pubic hair, maybe shaved the sides, but no "landing strips." With chuckles, the light was turned off, and we returned to the room. We had taken a couple of steps towards the beds, when Marie asked softly: 

"All of us, here?"

"Unless you two want to get dressed and go in their room," Anna replied.

When I rubbed Marie's ass, she murmured: 

"I guess not," and found my hand with hers. 

The women flung back the covers, and we all lay down. Marie and I embraced again and kissed, and my hand found her breast again. When my cock began to respond, I murmured: 

"I told you that I liked to do that."

"Hm-hmm, um-hmm," she agreed, and loosened our embrace. 

As I began to turn around on the bed, she moved down it. Of course, she knew that my legs needed space at the head of the bed, just like when the two of them licked each other's pussy, and she knew to draw her thigh up under my head. 

Oh, this was going to be good! I just loved to lick pussy, and all the way, like they must do, better than with my wife, who always wanted to get on top of me before I could enjoy that, because she didn't want to let me come in her mouth. But would Marie even want to suck my cock – and let me?! 

She let me draw my thigh up under her head, and drew her other one up over mine, up past my shoulder, offering her pussy to be licked and sucked. Nice, young pussy! Well, maybe not so young, but not like one that had had two babies. And she did want to suck my cock, but all the way? 

"Mmmm!" She did, without any hesitation! Just because she liked to have her pussy licked to such a wet orgasm and knew that was part of it? Or did she really like it: feeling me spurt in her mouth and tasting it? 

I crawled back around. She hummed, purring, and rolled on me, finding my mouth with hers. When I licked her lips, she chuckled in her throat, and then her tongue and my slippery semen were in my mouth. Of course, I knew how it tasted, not just from licking my fingers, but it had been a very long time since a girl had done that with me, just one, an American girl I had met in a foreign country. 

Marie was chuckling at her success, and I hummed my appreciation, grasping her ass and drawing her up on me. We both hummed, and then were aware of the sounds from the other bed, I had never heard another couple fucking before, but there was no question that Anna and Randy were. We held still and listened for a few moments, then she chuckled softly. I more felt her stomach moving on mine than heard her. She slid her mouth down to my ear and whispered: 

"If they want to do it that way." I turned my face to her ear and whispered back: 

"That's good too."

"Hm-hmm, yes, ... but ...?"

"If you like to do that, again?"

"Hm-hmm! As much as you did."

"Very!" 

We chuckled, kissing again, and my hands were trying to find the back of her pussy between her thighs. She responded with a growling moan in her throat. When I rolled my thighs apart, she nodded and began to move back between them. 

If she didn't really love to suck a cock, she sure knew how. I wasn't going to stop her, but when it began to feel like she didn't want to stop, she did. When she began to move up over me again, I was reminded of how it had been with girls before I was married, but I was still surprised by the alacrity with which she immediately guided my cock in her pussy. Back then, the girls had let me help. 

In her tight pussy! Maybe not as tight as those I remembered, but a lot tighter than my wife's, mother of two kids. And Marie knew more about fucking than those young girls had! They hadn't churned my cock in their pussies like she was. When she dropped down on me and began to fuck with her hips, and my fingers rubbed her asshole, she moaned. I hadn't done that back when with those girls, only later with my wife, but Marie wanted it more than I had dared to at home, encouraging me: "Uhn! Yeah, better. Uhn-hnn! Like that! Uhnnn!" 

Her asshole was clenching my finger, and her tight pussy was clutching my cock. Fuck! I had to wait so many years for it to be like this? When was the last time I had had two orgasms in one night - not just in the evening and then maybe in the morning? Fuck! I still could in such a nice tight clutching pussy! Hopefully, not before it did too! 

I did, but then she did, all wet again. "Slap, slap slap ..." our hips coming together, my cock suffering from its over-sensitivity after my orgasm. She collapsed on me with long, moaning sigh, our stomachs heaving against each other. 

I suddenly remembered that we weren't alone. What had the others thought about that? I didn't want to know, but then Randy chuckled and called over: 

"Congratulations! That sounded almost as good as what we did."

"Fuck you!" I exclaimed. Marie chuckled and replied more civilly: 

"It couldn't have been better."

We all chuckled, snickering, and Anna remarked: 

"Here too, couldn't have been better."

We chuckled again, Marie and I kissing, kissing again; we had been fucking with our tongues in each other's mouth. She rolled off me and sat up and gathered up the covers. We all murmured good night and were silent, my arm around Marie and holding her breast, her hand on mine. 

In the early morning; I woke up with a morning woody, it taking a few moments for me to remember where I was, and then a couple more to recall that I was in bed with Marie behind me. While I was enjoying remembering how we had gotten there and that Randy and Anna were in the other bed, I heard her chuckle and murmur: 


A Trip to Burma Ch. 01



Even it's like that, you'd better go back to your room." Then she repeated louder: 

"You'd better go back to your room." 

Marie chuckled and reached over my hip and found my stiff cock, then agreeing: 

"You both had better, before we change our minds."

We all chuckled, and Randy and I got up. They grinned at us, at our aroused cocks, and he and I grinned at each other, then smiling at the women, smiling at each of them, still under the covers. Randy snorted with a grin at me and asked: 

"Here or there?" 

I snorted and replied: 

"There, if we can get them in our pants." 

We all chuckled again, and we found our clothes, forgoing our underpants and managing to tuck our cocks in our pants and zip up. I wondered if we should kiss them good morning before we left their room, but they didn't look like they expected us to, and we slipped out of their room, followed by one of them, who closed the door silently behind us. 

Back in our rooms, of course, we both immediately had to go. He knocked on my door, as I was about to open it to go to breakfast. I let him in and closed it again. 

"Better than any of our other trips," he murmured.

"Um-hmm," I agreed, and we exchanged smirks. 

At breakfast, sitting with the others, the four of us managed to avoid anything to suggest how we had spent the night, during the day, also not showing particular interest in each other. At dinner, still in the same hotel, Marie and Anna cornered the single man, and Randy and I sat with one of the couples. 

Someone had seen that our two guides had gone off with their arms around each other, and we speculated whether they had known each other before or just met. Someone at the adjacent table said that he or she had thought they were like that, a woman replying that she hadn't.

After dinner, Marie and Anna said that they had to write postcards and went to the room, not without a glance at us. The rest of the group found that a good suggestion. We agreed, saying that we would finish our drinks. We already had the reputation for drinking a glass or two more than the couples did. 

When they had left, we grinned at each with chuckles. Randy remarked: 

"How soon do you think the bartender wants to go to bed tonight?"

"Hmm! Not before we do."

"Hm-hmm! Like real soon?"

"Think they want to?" 

"Sure seemed like they did, just with each other if 'no one else was around'."

"Hm-hmm! I almost thought that you wanted them to."

"Just not to sound like we were forcing ourselves upon them."

"We didn't! They wanted us to, the way she grasped your thigh."

"Hope she didn't feel my pant leg twitch."

"Probably would have liked it. Her thighs twitched when I held her thigh."

"They did! Saw them, worried that you might just sit there."

"I'm not that shy."

"Could have thought so a couple of times on other trips." 

"Hmm! Not that one, for sure, but when you found that brothel. It couldn't have been better than last night."

"No, it wasn't. Think they've written their postcards? 

"Hm-hmm! If they really are?"

We finished our drinks, and he put them on his room bill. 

We never knew if they had written postcards. When we knocked softly on their door, after a few moments it was opened, both of them smirking and nodding. Marie had changed the blouse that she had worn at dinner. Anna beckoned Randy to enter, Marie smiling at me with a tilt of her head in the direction of my room. Randy entered, and Marie slipped out of their room. Anna or Randy closed the door silently behind her, and we went to my room. 

That settled any questions about whether they wanted to continue what had started. In my room, she grinned and remarked: 

"This trip is going to better than others."

"Hm-hmm! About what we said this morning."

"Mmmm! Wicked, nice and wicked."

"Um-hmm, very!" I replied with a grin. 

She was already unbuttoning her blouse, and I started to unbutton my shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, not that it could have made much difference to the form of her breasts. She chuckled and remarked: 

"Got it in my pocket - for breakfast."

That clarified any questions I might have had about how we were going to spend the night. As we were taking off the rest of our clothes, she smirked with a shrug and said: 

"We never did that before, all four of us."

"Hmm? Just not 'all four'?"

"Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have said that, give you the wrong opinion of us."

"More like the right opinion. It has happened before, but also not 'all four" of us."

We both chuckled, stripping off our underpants. When we looked at each other, her nipples more aroused than my cock, she snorted with a quizzical expression and muttered: 

"Very wicked. Yeah, it's happened before, we wanted it to. Hm-hmm! Why two girls take such trips."

"And why we do, but not really."

"Hm-hmm! That's what we thought, until it did, but I guess since then we've been wanting it to."

"We're lucky, Randy and I."

"We are too, but we never did it like that."

"But like now? Two rooms?"

She just nodded, then replied: 

"And then with just one of us in his room."

"Oh! That must have been frustrating."

"It was. Hm-hmm! A couple of times, but then she or I had to try to make up for that."

"Hope it was as good for both, as it was for me last night." 

"It was! Peepee?"

We grinned and "peepeed" and washed. Back in the room, there was nothing much else to say. Her nipples were erect, and she didn't do anything to hide or discourage them, her eyes flitting between my face and my cock. I wasn't sure that it was the way she wanted to see it, but her warm glances and my anticipation helped. She was just staring at it, and murmured: 

"I just love to do it; frustrating; being a teacher in small town, where everyone knows everyone else."

"And I do too, like last night, frustrating; being married with a girl who doesn't,"

I wasn't sure I had wanted to admit that, but I had. She gave me sympathetic smile and replied: 

"Two of us, for different reasons. Sorry about that," she should: "Doesn't let you do it that good?"

"Past worrying about that. Hmm! Two kids; your ..."

"My pussy," she suggested, when I broke off my sentence."

"Um-hmm, like the girls' I remember, back when."

She smiled indulgently and replied: 

"I doubt it."

"I don't, not after last night."

"You're so sweet!" 

She step closer and embraced me, and I embraced her. Before we could kiss, I murmured: 

"Not as sweet as your pussy."

I had trouble retrieving my tongue from her sucking mouth after that, but when I had, my cock was twitching against her belly, flat belly. She chuckled and moaned and murmured: 

"You're not going to be able to get him out of my mouth." 

She was cock-sucking right! She dropped to her knees and had him in her mouth, only then urging me to back up and sit on the bed. I wasn't going to be able to pull him back, not that I wanted to, and she was grasping my hips; making it difficult for me to push her head back, but I didn't want to. 

I tried to remember if a girl had ever just suck my cock like Marie was. I couldn't, pretty damned sure that none had, when I wasn't licking her pussy. A cock-sucking dream! A couple had surprised me with their eagerness to suck it, but only when I was already arousing their pussy. Fuck! No, pure cock-sucking! Pure, unadulterated cock-sucking! Wrong word, wrong form of the word: very adulterous cock-sucking! My wife's fault, that she didn't want to do that. 

No, I was sure that no girl had ever been between my thighs and sucked my cock, able to lick it where it felt most arousing. God it felt good! Could I remember to tell her not to swallow, before she did? I wanted her to kiss me and let me have as much of it as she could. But it wasn't going to be all that she got; some of it was going to hit the back of her throat. 

My hand was urging her to bob her head on my cock – entirely superfluously, since it already was, her hums vibrating on my cock. Did she know that made it feel even more arousing, also because it was so arousing to know that she was aroused by what she was doing? Was her pussy already wet? Was I going to be able to arouse it as good? If she wanted me to lick her asshole, I would, even if she didn't suggest that; I wanted to, wanted to feel it twitch under my tongue, even on it, the tip of my tongue probing in it. Anything to return the arousing pleasure she was giving me!

I didn't have to hold her head; my hands reached down and found her breasts, her aroused nipples. She nodded. It was difficult to think about arousing them, too arousing what her mouth was doing. 

I was about to come, my cock surging in her mouth, my hips twitching. I managed to mutter: 

"Don't swallow; kiss."

And then I came. I had been right; the first couple of spurts deep in her throat, feeling her jaw clench my cock in the reflex from her having to swallow, but that only confirmed that I had come so strongly. I pinched and pull her stiff nipples and spurted a few times more. Had I ever spurted so many time? 

Her tongue was sloshing it around in her mouth, brushing my now so sensitive cock. "Kiss!" I demanded, now more to relieve my cock from her licking. She raised her head, sucking until my cock popped out of her mouth, and then rose up and dove down on me, forcing me back on the bed. When our mouths found each other, I opened mine. She chuckled, and a big dollop of my semen slid in my mouth, before her tongue followed. 

I loved them both, caressing her tongue and delighting at the taste of my semen, that she had wanted, saved for me, her tongue in my mouth, enjoying it too. We both growled in our throats, complete agreement at what she had done. 

My turn, my hands grasping her ass. She understood that I wanted her to sit on my face. Her pussy was already wet, and her clitoris was one that was very easy to suck and nibble, letting me recall that some hadn't been, so small – or hadn't I known how to arouse them back then? Marie's made it so easy to know what my tongue and nibbling lips should do, wanted to do.

But I wanted a fresh taste from her opening, and then wanted to know how it felt to lick her asshole. When my tongue explored further back, and my hands spread the cheeks of her ass, she hummed in anticipation. I did too, and then my tongue found it. She hummed again. It tightened and then relaxed. When it tightened again, it felt like it wanted to draw the pointed tip of my tongue deeper.

My tongue tried to oblige it. She chuckled in her throat, letting me think that the sensation was familiar. Both ways? Did she and Anna do that? But then she wanted my tongue in her pussy again, rocking her hips back. Nothing I wanted to do more; my tongue back probing in her wet hole, and then licking her clitoris. She responded with pulsing moan, and another one, and then gasped, when I closed my lips on it and sucked. 

Oh, this was good! Better than the night before, now being able to enjoy arousing her without the distraction of her sucking my cock. I hoped she felt the same way. It seemed like it; she hadn't been able to moan and gasp like that. And if we wanted to fuck again, she wasn't going to have arouse my cock this time; I knew it was already erect. 

Her thighs were quivering next to my ears, and then with gasp and long, deeper groan, she came, flooding my chin with pussy juice, as her thighs twitched together on my head. Her juice was running down my neck; coming so good, but I couldn't taste it. 

She dropped down on her hands, turning her pussy away from my mouth, and gasped and moan, while I took a deep breath and moaned with her, letting my tongue recover from the exertion of licking for so long. 

Would she want to fuck after such a good orgasm? Women could have multiple orgasms, but I could only remember that happening a couple of times, and we both had been much younger. Maybe - if she recognized that my cock was aroused - she would want to suck it again. That would be just as good. 

She was still recovering, now just with deep breaths. Then she murmured: "More, fuck," and began to move back down over me. She wanted to! And she didn't seem surprised that her ass bumped against my cock. God, this was better than sex back when! Those girls hadn't had her experience to know that I wanted to fuck after making them come with my tongue, and they hadn't her experience to rock their hips and find my cock with their opening like she was. 

"Uhmmm," we both moaned, as her hips rocked down, and her warm, wet vagina engulfed my cock. She dropped down on me with warm chuckle, then murmuring: 

"Where it should be, but that was sooo good!"

"For me too, and where I want it to be."

We kissed, tongues caressing. When she squeezed my cock, I didn't know if it was a reflex or intentional: It didn't matter; it just felt good. She retrieved her tongue and murmured: 

"We forgot that, suck them," and raised her shoulders and moved up a little, letting me turn my head down and find one of her nipples with my mouth. Small breast, but more than a mouthful is superfluous, and her nipple was a delightful mouthful: stiff to suck and nibble, goose bumps for my tongue to tease. She moaned, pressing it to my mouth, after a few moments wanting me to suck and nibble on her other one. Was I making her pussy clutch my cock? It seemed like it, when I sucked harder, and it clutched again. I sucked and licked even more eagerly, and it did again, but she gave pained sounding moan, and rose up a little. Her nipple popped out of my mouth, and she lowered her head, wanting to kiss. 

Kiss, fuck, her hips beginning to rock, and mine did, and one of my hands slid down in her crevice. She nodded with a chuckling moan, and then my finger was also fucking in her asshole. We were going for the finish line. I dug my heels in the mattress and fucked harder, faster. I could only hope that she could come with me; I was passed being able to control my arousal. 

She almost did, but she did, again flooding me with her pussy juice, as she again gasped and moaned. When she collapsed on me, our stomachs again rising and falling against each other, I was a little proud that I had been able to give her what she wanted, needed - a man my age, with my lack of practice in the last few years. Yeah, I was more than a little proud.

She straightened out her legs, and my cock slipped out. We still lay there, recovering from the exertion of our fucking. Then she murmured: 

"God that was good!" 

My pride had been justified! I nodded and replied: 

"All of it, especially what you did, and then that you wanted to again."

"Hm-hmm! And what you did, too! Maybe we have too much experience that way, Anna and I, but you did it just as good."

"Hmmm! What a nice compliment! She couldn't like to do it more than I do."

"Or I do, also with you, that way."

"It sure felt like it, thank you."

"Um-hmm, for me too."

We both hummed in agreement, and she moved off me and murmured: 

"Don't have to go."

"Me neither."

"Roll over; I just like to hold it, go to sleep holding it, them too."

I understood and rolled away from her. She moved closer behind me and slid her hand over my waist and found my soft cock, then gathered my balls up in her fingers. We chuckled and said good night. I wondered a little about her experience with other men, but thinking that I could only be thankful for it. A nice – a very nice – thought as I fell asleep. 

In the early morning, I was surprised to wake up with my arm around a woman. It had been years since my wife and I slept like that, but I quickly remembered that I was in bed with Marie - not the woman I had had a short affair with - and that we were in Burma. But like with that woman, my stiff cock had nestled itself between Marie's thighs. That was nice, especially after I was sure that it wasn't just a morning woody, and ventured to move it a little. After what Marie had said as we rolled together to sleep, I figured that waking up with a cock probing between her thighs wouldn't surprised her. 

She exhaled with a soft hum, apparently still asleep. Was she dreaming, should I risk finding her breast? Would that wake her up, or it would make her dream a little better? I just moved my cock again. She hummed again - dreaming? My cock twitched, and she hummed again. My hand found her breast. She hummed again, and then her hand found mine. She chuckled softly, squeezing my hand to her breast. It was a couple of moments, then she hummed again, nodding slightly, and murmured: 

"Nice way to wake up. I thought I was dreaming. I was, but now I know why. She chuckled again, moving my hand on her breast. 

"I was wondering, hoping that I didn't just have to go. You know, like that in the morning."

"Um-hmm, hm-hmmm! Felt good. I don't either."

I thrust my cock harder between her thighs, and she nodded with a chuckle. With a snort, she replied: 

"Before it forgets, changes its mind," and her hand left mine. A moment later, I felt her fingers find it, rubbing it where I was sure that it would keep it from changing its mind. When I moved my hips down a little, closer in behind hers, letting it slide closer to her pussy, she hummed with a nod and pressed it up. I had to move again, and she rocked her hips back and pressed it between her pussy lips. Just another move of both our hips, and the head of my cock was in her. We both hummed, chuckling at our success. 

With it in her, I could move again to push it further. She hummed again, and then murmured: 

"Nice way to start the day."

"Um-hmm, very, just don't tell anyone."

"Only if someone asks."

I fucked a couple of strokes before I replied: 

"Not even them, unless they start to brag."

"Hm-hmm! Anna wouldn't. Randy's your friend."

She rocked her ass, and I fucked a couple of more times. She urged me to let her roll back. I did, without it slipping out of her, moving down on the bed to curl my hips under her thigh. She let mine slide under and over her other one and hold it to rock my hips up against her pussy. We both hummed in response to feeling my cock slip deeper in her pussy. She chuckled and murmured: 

"Best way to do it the morning." 

"Um-hmm! Just nice and easy," I agreed, just appreciating her experience. 

I fucked a little, remembering that once like this - only once - my wife had had a really wet orgasm. She hadn't had as many as she should have - all my fault, I thought apologetically, too late. Or maybe not, maybe other women, like Marie, just had such good orgasms more easily? I fucked a little, preferring that alternative and thinking that I hadn't married her for that reason; I couldn't have, not knowing back then that other women came that good every time. Better late than never to find out! 

Marie was just chuckling softly, enjoying what we were doing, her pussy occasionally clutching. She was right, this was the best way to do it in the morning, no hurry, just enjoying it. Were Randy and Anna doing the same? Fuck! We were both so lucky! They too? Marie's "um-hmm" probably wasn't in response to my thoughts, but it sounded like it, her pussy having squeezed my cock again. 

I reached over and held her far breast. It fit so nicely in my hand. More would have been superfluous, like when I had been sucking its nipple. I wasn't spoiled; my wife's were about the same size, but don't think about her or hers, not while my cock was fucking gently in Marie's tighter pussy. Would she be able to come all wet again this way? 

Again, she moaned with chuckling "um-hmm." Then I felt her arm, as she reached down and her hand found her pussy. Her fingers touched my cock, as it moved in her. Then she snorted softly, and they were rubbing over her clitoris. Maybe we weren't going to do this as long as I had thought.




A Trip to Burma Ch. 01



We weren't; her nipple popping up in my palm. My fingers held it, doing what it suggested they should, and she nodded with another, better "um-hmm." I fucked, and she rubbed, her pussy clenching my cock more often, moaning each time it did. 

"Suck it, the other one," she demanded softly. Yeah, my wife had wanted that to, that one time. I rolled closer and found her near nipple with my mouth, my fingers trying to arouse her other one the way I was sucking and licking. She nodded again with a better moan, her fingers rubbing faster, as I fucked harder in her pussy. I hoped that she felt that she would come as soon as I was feeling that my cock would, would have to in the tight clutches of her pussy. 

I groaned and did, and she groaned, a long, pulsing groan. Could she feel me spurting in her?! But then her pussy was flooding my cock with her warm pussy juice. Fuck! We had done it! 

Her fingers stilled. When they cupped around her pussy, they brushed my cock. Her fingers slid down next to it, squeezing it. She sighed with a long moan, and I rolled back with my own long, moaning sigh, still holding her breast. We sighed a few more times, and I squeezed her breast. Then she snorted softly and murmured: 

"They're going to be sore."

"Sorry."

"Hmm! Hm-umm, I wanted you too, last night, too."

"Still, sorry." 

She turned her head and looked at me and replied: 

"The price for so much ..., for it's being so good."

"It sure was!" 

"Um-hmm. A little wicked."

"You're not married. At least I don't think so. A lot wicked."

"Opportunity makes thieves."

"Hmm! Nice. Who stole something? Not me; I gave you all I could." 

She chuckled, grinning with a nod, and replied: 

"Then I stole it. Hope you don't mind."

"If I wanted to give it to you?"

"Hm-hmm! Then I guess not."

We both chuckled, almost laughing, and agreed that we had to go, still chuckling in the bathroom.

She suggested that I shower and leave the room first. I did. It was still too early for breakfast, and I went outside. I guess that I shouldn't have been surprised that Randy soon joined me. We grinned with snickers and took a walk. 

We were still smirking, when he said: 

"Better than those times before."

"Even those girls in ...?"

"Just one of them, but yes."

"And those two in ...?

"Oh, that was good, but still better. For you too?"

"Very! Sure didn't - doesn't - look like they like it that much."

"Hmmm! And do it that good!"

"Um-hmm!" 

We walked on, just chuckling, agreeing to continue our walk until all the others were at breakfast. During our walk, we found things in the small town of Bagan to mention when we returned. 

It was a successful diversion from the way we had spent the night, the others, including Anna and Marie, enjoying our discoveries, couples saying that they wanted to go to the store that we had seen to buy lacquer ware. The guides said that our departure could wait until they had. We all packed, and then we were on our way. 

That evening in the next hotel, not purely by chance, we met them on the way to dinner. They grinned and one of them said: 

"Give us your room keys, we have to write more postcards." 

"In our rooms?" 

"One of us." 

We gave them the keys and chuckled, since no one else was around. One of us remarked: 

"Didn't write them all last night."

"No!" they both agreed with grins.

Maybe we should have let them go on ahead without us, but we didn't. The rest of the group could assume that two men and two women in a travel group with share each others' company, but didn't have to imagine just how much. Their expressions, when we joined them at the bar, didn't suggest anything. 

After dinner, I wondered if they were again going to excuse themselves to write postcards. We all had another drink, talking about the day's sightseeing. When they did excuse themselves, saying that they had to do some laundry, a couple of the wives agreed and also left, also the single man. The rest of us continued our conversation about the day's events and our impressions of the country. Someone knew that Kipling's poem about Burma was based on his having been there only three days and wasn't correct. When the party broke up, Randy and I had a problem, sharing rooms with others on the same floor, and said that we needed some fresh air. 

Did anyone smirk, understanding our excuse? We didn't look to see. After a short walk, we returned to the hotel and went to our rooms. When I knocked softly, the door was immediately opened. I was very surprised to discover Anna behind, already naked. She grinned and asked: 

"Surprised?"

"Very! Very pleasantly," I quickly added. 

She just grinned with a nod, and closed the door, replying: 

"We didn't think this should be too much the same one-on-one." 

"Hmm?! Good idea. I bet he's surprised too." 

"Um-hmm! But I don't think he'll complain."

"No, if I know him well, but what were you thinking?"

"Get undressed, and I'll tell you."

I did, as quickly as I could. She just watched me, snickering, and I was grinning at her, appreciating that her breasts were a little larger than Marie's - despite my thoughts about them the night before. And they seemed just as firm, hardly a crease under them. Had she trimmed her pubic hair again? She was unabashedly letting me look at it. 

"Now tell? I remarked, stripping my underpants down. 

"Go, and wash first." 

I did, she following me to our small bathroom. When I started to rinse my cock, She snickered and said: 

"If she makes it as good for him as I did. Hm-hmm! I didn't know that she liked to do that as much as I do."

"Hm-hmm! She told you? She did! She will. I can't imagine how anyone could like it more."

"Me neither," she replied with a grin."

"Mmmm. Hm-hmm! Did she tell you that I like to, too."

"Um-hmm! Almost as good as I do."

"Hmm?! She said I did it just as good." She chuckled and replied: 

"Being polite to both of us."

"Hm-hmm! I'll tell you that you did it better."

"And I won't tell anyone whether you do."

Snickering, we returned to the room. She had already open up the nearest bed. I wondered if we should embrace and kiss first, holding out my arms, but she almost pushed me back on the bed. As she dropped down on her knees, she snickered with a grin and said: 

"I'll kiss you later." 

"Like she did, I hope." 

"Just like that!" 

She gave me another grin, licking her lips, her hand finding my balls. Then she wasn't looking at me, raising my only slightly engorged cock to her mouth. 

Did she have any idea how good it was to have one's cock sucked? But I could try to tell her, with her doing it this way. I should have told Marie the night before. My cock was already stiff in her mouth. I hummed with a chuckle and murmured: 

"You can't imagine how good that feels. Hm-hmm! If Eve had done this to Adam, they might not have had Cain and Abel." 

She chuckled in her throat and raised her head, smirking at me and replying: 

"But Eve would have still insisted that he fuck her, even he did it to her as good as Marie told."

"You two talk too much. Suck!" I replied, a little surprised at my fresh insistence. 

She just grinned with nod, then shaking her head and replying: 

"When we can't do something better with our mouths." 

"Suck!" I repeated, unnecessarily, since she was already lowering her head. My cock was back in her mouth. This was being too good, being able to banter, that she enjoyed it too. 

She sucked and licked, and I encouraged her with moans and words, telling her how good it felt. She couldn't know how it felt, but she sure knew how to make it feel good, too good to want it to stop, my cock surging and twitching. Did she want it already? She had been humming pleasantly, nodding to my remarks, as though she really enjoyed what she was doing. If she didn't want it already, she was going to have to stop for a few moments. When I suggested that, she quickly did, raising her head and smiling at me. 

"I just love to do it," she murmured. Then her fingers were scratching my tight sack, catching a wrinkle and pulling on it, loosening my scrotum. She knew as much about how to prolong a man's pleasure as I did, after I had discovered by myself that getting there – anticipating my orgasm – was so much pleasure. She really wanted it all loose, continuing until my balls were hanging and my cock was sagging. Then I knew why. 

She gave me a smirk and lowered her head and pressed one of my balls to her lips, licking it and then sucking it into her mouth with help of her fingers. She caressed it with her tongue, humming. I moaned and murmured: 

"She didn't do that." 

She shook her head with what sounded like "Hn-unn." I wanted to ask her where she had learned that, but didn't; she couldn't answer with my ball in her mouth, and it would have been tactless. After a few seconds more of doing that, she let my ball pop out of her mouth and looked at my sagging cock, feigning a frown as she glanced up at me. Then it was back in her mouth and soon wasn't sagging. 

I recalled that she had said that she just love to suck my cock, well, not just mine, if she had said that. It sure was feeling like she did, and I told her so. She nodded with an "Uhn-hnnnn!" Sooner than I wanted, my cock was surging, and I couldn't keep my hips from rocking. She hummed with another nod; she knew what was going to happen and wanted it to. 

I groaned, warning her, and came. I grunted, and she moaned with each ejaculation, moaned between sucks, as her tongue made sure that my cock gave her everything it could, everything she wanted. 

Maybe Marie had done it just as good. My orgasm had been just as good, but after just having come so good in Anna's mouth, I didn't think I was exaggerating when I murmured: 

"You did do it better." 

She swilled my semen around the head of my cock and then sucked a little as she raised her head with her lips tight around it, closing around its head as it slipped. She hardly lost a drop. She had told me that we were going to kiss now. How much had she save to share with me? A lot, I appreciated, after I dropped back, drawing her over me. 

After that, she wanted me to suck her breasts as she moved up over me. Were her nipples much different from Marie's? Not enough to remember, and then her moist pussy was on my mouth, and for a few moments, my tongue recognized that it was a little different from Marie's, but then it was doing everything it had the night before. Did she think that my licking her asshole had been inspired by her sucking my ball, or had Marie told her about that too? 

She came, tasting at least as good as Marie had, but even I knew that that the pussy I was licking always seemed to taste best. One can't be objective, when a woman comes that good. 

Fucking was also very like it had been the night before, maybe even more so, since we did all the same things, and her pussy was as tight as Marie's had been. 

We fell asleep with my arm around her, my last thought being that all this was being better than my honeymoon. 

In the morning, when we woke up, we had rolled over. I didn't have an erection, but Anna knew what to do about that. After she had sucked and licked enough to make my foreskin slip back, she raised her head with a chuckle and asked: 

"Don't you ever wash it? Tastes like you were fucking someone last night."

"Hmm! As though you've forgotten whom."

"No! And I want to again."

We did, with her riding me again. It all was being a lot better than my honeymoon – in quantity and quality. I considered telling Anna and Marie that as a compliment, but decided not to. When we got up, she suggested: 

"In the shower together?"

I probably could have understood her remark, if I had remembered her suggesting that Randy pee in the shower, but I didn't, and didn't, when she joined me in the shower. I did, however, when I felt her stream splash on my ankles. She just had the kind of expression one has when relieving oneself, but my startled one changed hers. With a wry smile, she remarked: 

"Oh, you didn't to that together." 

I shook my head with a bemused smile, appreciating that Marie had not told everything we had done – and not done. I relaxed, and my stream arched out, splashing on her thighs. She nodded with a smile and chuckle. As I wondered what she had told Marie about what she and Randy had done, she remarked: 

"We always do together, Marie and I." 

"Kind of thought so, now. And with Randy?"

"Of course! He was a little surprised too."

"That's good; I thought he might have more experience in that way."

"Hm-hmm! Not in any other way either."

As we started our shower, I replied: 

"I think he does, from previous trips together."

"Maybe, maybe more, but not better."

I enjoyed washing her, wondering if she was just being polite. She enjoyed how I washed her breasts with a nod and hum, better ones, when I washed her pussy. She didn't just wash my cock, snickering and continuing until it responded a little. 

As we were getting dressed, I recognized that she had also changed before she came to my room: clever of them, to avoid suggesting at breakfast that one or the other of them had been in our rooms and had to wear what she had had on the previous day. That did, however, suggest that this was not the first time they had enjoyed men's company during their trips together. That was reinforced, when she suggested that I go down to breakfast first, adding: 

"We'll sit with you, if you aren't sitting with someone else." 

Yes, they had also agreed on that before, confirmed when Randy and I met in the dining room. We chose a free table, and when they joined us, we feigned surprise and remarked that it was nice that they could join us. That let us spend the day together, sitting together in the small bus and during the visits to a couple Buddhist temples on the drive to Mandalay. When we were out of earshot of the others, either the four of us together, or one of us with only one of them, we did smirk and chuckle. 

Once, when we were all together, we chuckled about what hotel staff would think about finding unused beds in our rooms. Anna grinned and said: 

"Probably couldn't surprise them. I read that Burma has finally admitted to its AIDS problem, that hotels had to provide condoms."

The rest of us were surprised, but later during the trip, I was wandering around before dinner in a small town and found a backpackers' hotel. On the wall in the lobby, there was glass-fronted box of condoms. The box like that in our modest hotel in Rangoon had been empty. Now I knew what it was for. 

I didn't find a box like that in our modern "four-star" hotel in Rangoon: just curiosity, since Marie and Anna had long since discreetly indicated that they were too old to become pregnant. "Four-star" would have been an exaggeration by western standards, but the large hotel had many floors and all the rooms had two queen-sized beds. Our rooms were not on the same floor, but that of another couple was on the same floor as theirs. 

Mandalay is a large city. There was nothing planned for that evening. Our guides said that we would have no problems on the streets, if we wanted to go out, but preferably not alone. Anna and Marie had immediately, and for the others to hear, asked us to accompany them. After dinner, of course, the whole group left the hotel, two of the couples sticking together. The single man ventured out alone, but he seemed street-wise in Asia.



A Trip to Burma Ch. 02



Mandalay is a large city. There was nothing planned for that evening. Our guides said that we would have no problems on the streets, if we wanted to go out, but preferably not alone. Anna and Marie had immediately, and for the others to hear, asked us to accompany them. After dinner, of course, the whole group left the hotel, two of the couples sticking together. The single man ventured out alone, but he seemed street-wise in Asia. 

The four of us left the hotel with the others, but with veiled smirks, started a feigned discussion about which way to go, letting the others set off. We walked to the next corner and took a different route, then grinning at each other. We went around the next corner, and the next one. On the way back to the hotel, we passed a shop that sold beer and bought eight bottles. We didn't want to march into the hotel with an obvious supply of beer, but I always had a cloth bag with me on trips, for my guide books, maps, cap, whatever. Six bottles of beer filled it, but the women could fit a bottle in each of their handbags. 

Chuckling like teenagers who shouldn't have beer, we returned to the hotel, to their room. Then we were chuckling and smirking about what we knew we all wanted to do, were going to do, quickly starting with our first beers, again sitting facing each other on the beds, this time Randy and I on one. Had we or the women moved to sit that way, maybe to leave open who with whom? 

We made small talk about what we had seen that day, but the way they were smiling – maybe smirking slightly – at each other, suggested that they also understood that we were just waiting to finish our beers, and that they they weren't showing any preference. The room staff were going to be surprised that he and I hadn't slept in our rooms, but who with whom in their room? 

Did Anna's "not too much one-on-one" suggest that we would change partners every night? That would be fine with me – not just because Marie happened to be smiling at me at that moment. 

Randy took another sip from his almost empty bottle, then chuckled and said: 

"Oh! I hope we've not been impinging on what you two like to do."

Marie and Anna glanced at each other with grins, chuckling. Then they grinned at us, and Anna replied: 

"Not as long as you do what we like to do so good."

We all chuckled, and I replied: 

"We try to, ... but as good as you both taste ..."

"You both must like that as much as we do," Randy continued, giving me smirk for my having apparently read his thoughts. They grinned, nodding, glancing at each other again. This time Marie replied: 

"Oh, we do, but ..." Anna nodded, interjecting: 

"But then what are you going to do?"

"Not that!" I replied, Randy nodding emphatically.

They grinned, also nodding, and Anna replied: 

"We didn't think so. Why I asked."

"But if you two want to," Randy remarked: "we don't want to impinge; we know how good you both taste."

"Hm-hmm! And we, how you both do."

We all chuckled and emptied our bottles. When we looked at each other again, Marie asked: 

"You just want to watch?"

Anna looked at her with surprised expression. Marie looked at her and shrugged, then murmuring: 

"If they want to."

"You want to?" Anna asked. 

"If you do? Why not, if they want us to?"

"We do," Randy and I replied, almost in unison.

We all exchanged somewhat wry expressions. Randy and I nodded. They snorted softly, glancing at each other, both shrugging. Then Marie smiled at me and said: 

"Sort of like we did yesterday morning; you don't just have to watch."

Anna gave a surprised grin, nodding, and said: 

"Oh, like that! Of course, you don't just have to watch, either of you."

I was a little pleased that Randy didn't immediately understand. Maybe he and his wife and whoever else hadn't done what Marie and I had the previous morning. One wasn't likely to do it that way, unless one had spent the night with her, but he must have with his wife. Then he grinned and nodded and said: 

"Oh, like that!" and asked them both: 

"Why didn't we do that?"

They glanced at each other with smirks, and Marie answered: 

"You wanted to do it another way." 

Anna nodded, agreeing with grin. Randy shrugged with a nod, then asked: 

"All four of us, like that, you two, and with us, like that?" 

Anna grinned and replied: 

"I think that is what Marie was suggesting." 

Marie nodded, looking slightly embarrassed at the clarification of her subtly expressed idea, but then grinning with a better nod. We others nodded, all of us then chuckling, snickering. Marie then murmuring: "We've never done that." 

Anna nodded, but was already unbuttoning her blouse with grin, and then we were all taking off our clothes. Naked, we almost rushed to the bathroom: Randy and I at the washbasin, one of them on the toilet, the other one standing on the edge of the shower. We didn't even chuckle as we hurried to take turns washing, but we did, back in the room, watching Anna fling back the bed covers. Marie murmured asked again: 

"You really want us to?" but Anna was already lying down with her feet at the head of the bed, grinning and nodding, as she raised her thigh. 

That was enough answer for Marie. Was the view of Anna's waiting pussy as enticing as it was for me? She hesitated only moment before joining Anna on the bed, and they curled up together, obviously with long experience, as though they had forgotten that Randy and I were watching. We were, however, our eyes only leaving the delightfully arousing sight of two women beginning to lick each other's pussy to glance at each other with grins, both grinning again, when we saw that we were already holding our cocks. 

They must have forgotten us, the way they were humming and chuckling. We couldn't see what their tongues were doing, but it occurred to me that it must be especially good for two women to be able to know exactly how it was feeling for the pussy her tongue was arousing. And it was arousing to watch. Which pussy was I going to fuck? It didn't matter, and it couldn't matter for them. With their faces buried between the other's thighs, they wouldn't know which of our cocks was in them. Randy's wasn't noticeably larger or smaller than mine, now that they were both as stiff as they could be. 

Which pussy! Randy Randy wanted to fuck the nearest one, Marie's again, and got on the bed behind her. The movement on the bed stopped their licking for a moment, several moments, until I had gone around the bed and laid down behind Anna. Our cocks slipped between their thighs. I suppose that Marie also helped his find Anna's pussy, like she was helping mine. 

Fuck! "Uhmmm!" Mine slipped in, and the movement of his hips and his moan confirmed that his had too! Fucking a woman whose pussy was being licked by a woman, whose pussy was also being licked with a cock in it! This was definitely, absolutely nothing like my honeymoon! We all hummed, chuckling. They could have been having the same thoughts – just not about my honeymoon. 

Almost indescribable, arousing pleasure, feeling Anna's tight pussy tightening even more in response to what Marie's tongue was doing, hopefully her pussy also squeezing Randy's in response to what Anna's tongue was doing. They must really love to do it to each other. I knew why, even though I couldn't know how it was feeling for their pussies, like they couldn't know how it felt for our cocks, but their pussies must love to have a cock in them to squeeze. That must be better than just contracting without one, when they did in response to having their clitorises aroused. And they must really know what their tongues were doing on each others. 

Lesbian sixty-nine could be - must be - a lot better than I had imagined, not that I had thought about it much before. Having it both ways, girlfriends' arousing it each, plus having a cock in their pussies, must somehow be the ultimate of sexual arousal for women. Nice thought, that Randy and I could help them enjoy it. 

But it was also being especially good for us – if Marie's pussy was clutching like Anna's was. Having my cock sucked was fantastic, but feeling a pussy trying to milk it without my having to fuck was also fantastic, being able to experience how a pussy wanted to - had to - to hold it like that. It couldn't appreciate that as much, when I was pumping it in a pussy, and I would never have known, if Randy hadn't suggested that we wanted them to lick each other. Thanks! 

But then it was being too arousing to keep my hips still. I managed to control them for a while, just letting an occasional twitch thrust my cock in Anna's pussy. It was more difficult to control them, when she moaned in response, and more difficult, when I felt Randy's hips move the mattress and heard Marie moan. Oh fuck! Give up trying to prolong my anticipation! 

I clutched Anna's breast and fucked, and Randy fucked, and we all were moaning. I came and felt that Anna did, and was sure from Randy's grunting, that he did, hoping that Marie's pussy had flooded his cock like Anna's had mine, also hoping that both of them got to taste as much of each other's pussy juice as they could. 

We lay still, just sighing, hardly changing our positions, still plugged in, so to speak, but with the power shut off. Before I expected anyone to move or say something, Marie pulled my cock out of Anna's pussy and pushed her head forward and licked where it at been. I chuckled, imagining what she was lapping up, then seeing that Anna did the same thing and hearing Randy's chuckle. Then Marie's tongue found the head of my cock. I rocked my hips forward to help her, and it slipped into her mouth. When Randy chuckled again, I assumed that Anna was also cleaning up his cock. Mine slipped out again, and then Marie was lapping up more of what apparently had oozed out of Anna's pussy.

Marie rolled her shoulders back with a chuckle, and then Anna did, then all of us chuckling. Then Anna remarked: 

"Fuck, Marie, that was a great idea. I didn't know you were so inventive." 

"It sure was," Randy and I agreed, almost in unison. Marie chuckled again and replied: 

"Better than I thought, with all your help, of course. Hm-hmm! Cleaning up came as an afterthought."

"Saves us from having to wash up," I remarked. 

"Only our faces," Anna countered with chuckled.

We all sat up, smiling, smirking smugly. Randy looked at me and said: 

"We never did anything like this," and I nodded my agreement.

"We haven't either," both of them enjoined, and we all smiled a little wry, shrugging.

"Another beer?" Randy suggested. 

We nodded, and he got up to get them. Anna looked at me with a smirk and remarked: 

"Sort of sounded like you might have done something else, however."

"Um-hmm, a couple of times on one trip. Randy over-tipped our guide at the start of the trip. Don't know what he told him it was for, but, well, then there were two girls there in the hotel one night."

"And a couple of nights later," Randy added with a grin, as he handed us our beers.

"We probably shouldn't have mentioned that," I replied, thinking that it was putting Anna and Marie in the wrong light. 

We drank, and then Marie shrugged and said: 

"This is being better."

"A whole lot better," I quickly agreed. 

"And the way we wanted it, want it," Anna added, and we all drank to that, Randy nodding to me that he thought I had said the right thing.

There was moment's silence to leave that subject. Then Anna grinned at Marie and asked: 

"How did you come to suggest that, all four of us?"

"Hmm?! A variation of one of my fantasies."

We chuckled. Then Randy asked: 

"And the fantasy, if you want to tell?"

Marie looked a little embarrassed, but nodded, then replied: 

"With two men, one of them doing what Anna was."

We chuckled again. Anna snorted with a grin and asked: 

"And you suck your fingers?"

"Can't, need both hands somewhere else. Hm-hmm! Have to just imagine that I'm sucking his cock."

We all snickered and drank again. Then Randy suddenly looked at her and said: 

"And you want us to fulfill your fantasy?" glancing at me. 

There was another moment of silence. Then Anna replied softly: 

"I would, now that I can have the same fantasy."

Randy glanced at me again. I shrugged, and he shrugged. Marie murmured: 

"I guess I would too," then looked at us with a wry, maybe apologetic expression, and added: 

"If you wanted to, but I never thought how it would be for the men. Hmm? Just wanted two cocks and to be licked."

Randy and I glance at each other again, again shrugging, but nodding, he nodding for me to say something. I must have also had a wry expression, but replied: 

"Thanks for thinking about that. If he wants to, ..."

"If you do," he replied, then grinned and added: "but I'm not sure about the 'afterthought.' For sure, I'm not going to do everything Anna did." 

We all nodded with snickers and had another sip of our beers. I replied: 

"I'm not going to either, for sure!"

We all chuckled, but he and I were nodding: we would do it. I was already trying to envisage what it would be like to being licking a pussy with another man's cock in it. Was I going to have to help it find its way in, like Marie had? No, he could get it in first, before I started to lick, or I could stop and let him. 

"And what am I going to do, if you both want to?" Anna asked. 

"Or me?" Marie added. 

"Hm-hmm! Just wait for your turn," Randy replied with a grin.

"Should be arousing to watch, like it was for us, when you two started," I added. 

We all chuckled again, smirking. After another moment of silence, Anna remarked softly: 

"If you both want to. It was her idea; I can wait."

Marie gave her a sweet smile, then glanced at us and said: 

"But maybe we should save it all, both ways for you two, till tomorrow."

Randy and I exchanged glances, shrugging again. Then he grinned and replied: 

"We have all night, no hurry. Hm-hmm! Might not be so much with Anna."

"She snickered and said: "I'm sure it will be enough. Hm-hmm! Maybe even better, taking longer." 

We all snickered again and finished our beers. When Randy and I nodded to each other, Marie smiled and said: 

"If you really want to."

We glanced at each other again, nodding. Anna reached for our empty bottles, and got off the bed to put them aside, leaving the bed free for the three of us. Marie chuckled very softly and lay down between us, murmuring with a smile: "A dream coming true." 

The way she was lying, facing me, settled our roles; Randy was going to fuck her. Our cocks weren't aroused, but that wasn't going to be a problem for me; she could start sucking it before it was, and I was already looking forward to licking her pussy. I lay down, letting Randy worry about getting his cock aroused. His problem; I could have more fun enjoying all of Marie's pussy until then, and enjoy her sucking my cock. 

We started, then I heard Anna say to him: "Let me help you." A great solution. I forgot about them, until I felt movement on the bed and his cock with thrusting between Marie's thighs. I hadn't been intending to help it find her opening, but my tongue just sort of had to help it. Shit! I had licked his cock, more let it slide on my tongue as the head of his cock slipped into the mouth of her vagina. That's what it felt like for their tongues, touching the sensitive back of the head of a cock! 

It had happened. Thank goodness, that he didn't say anything! I wouldn't either, if he helped mine find Anna's opening. And now Marie was getting her fantasy, a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth - mine! Just lick her clitoris and forget that there was cock in her pussy enjoying how I knew it could squeeze one. 

I couldn't really forget about it, since it was almost touching my nose. When it was getting more arousing for all of us, her hips twitching, it did touch my nose, but I was passed being bothered by that, too busy enjoying her nice clitoris and what her mouth was doing for my cock. Then it was even more arousing, hips twitching faster, his too, as we moaned. Could he feel that my nose was rubbing his cock? Who cared?! We all wanted to come! 

I did in her mouth, and she did, all wet, and he must have too. He thoughtfully pulled out immediately, his cock disappearing. Was I going to lap up her pussy, probably taste his semen? Fuck! Why not? I liked to taste my own when they kissed me after sucking my cock. It tasted about the same, mixed with taste of her pussy juice. He was going to have to do that too. 

Marie was still holding my cock, and there was no question that she was still enjoying swilling my semen around in her mouth - maybe to make up for the times with her fantasy, when she could only imagine she was sucking a cock? 

When we rolled apart, she hummed, turning her head to give me grin with her lips closed, then swallowed, demonstrably for me to see. She licked her lips, raising her cheeks in a grin, humming again, and then said: 

"Oh that was good! So much better than my fantasies; I had forgotten to think about the cock doing that." 

"But now you're going to be disappointed," Anna replied immediately, adding: "I will be too." 

"Not as long as we're here," Randy replied with a chuckle, and I agreed, fondling Marie's breast. 

"Oooh!" Randy exclaimed softly. 

I raised my head, and saw that Anna had his cock in her mouth. He hummed, but when she raised her head, grinning at us, it flopped down, as soft as mine now was. 

We all sat up again, exchanging the same expressions as before. 

"My turn," Anna remarked with another grin. 

"Not for a few minutes," I replied with a glance down at my shrinking cock. 

"Of course not," she agreed.

We all nodded with soft chuckles. Randy remarked: 

"Maybe there is more beer in the minibar." 

There were two bottles. We shared them, slowly. When I remarked that they had said that they had met in college, they glanced at each with wry smiles, nodding, then shaking their heads, then nodding again and chuckling. Marie nodded for Anna to replied. She snorted with another wry smile and said: 

"Not really. Oh, we went to college together, but the truth is that we are step-sisters." 

Randy and I were surprised, must have looked so, as we nodded for her to continue, but Marie did: 

"Yeah, small patchwork family. Her mother was divorced, and mine had died, when we were both kids. Dad and her mother married, and there we were, two step-sisters almost the same age." 

"But with different surnames, ours now," Anna continued: some people still thinking we must be twins."

"So you really started before college?" Randy asked. They looked at each other again, shrugging, nodding, and Anna continued: 

"Only in college, well, the summer before sophomore year."

"Freshman year, we didn't do it together, hardly knew that we could, and certainly the couple of boys we had slept with didn't, hadn't."

"Three for me," Anna interjected: but, well, you probably remember how it was; we just did it, the guys just did the obvious. Oh, it was arousing that we were finally fucking, but it wasn't really arousing, but we didn't know yet how it could be, should be."

"And?" I asked. 

They looked at each other again, this time smirking, then nodding, and Anna replied: 

"If you really want to know – never told anyone before, ..."

"But we've never done before what we just have, either," Marie added, nodding for Anna to continue: 

"You're probably going to be surprised, should be." 

"Tell them everything," Marie encouraged. Anna nodded with a wry smile and did – with her help. 

"Okay. When we were growing up, you know, with these," she jiggled her breasts with her hands. Of course, Dad was looking at us like all fathers do with teenaged daughters. Nothing wrong with that, and we weren't minding."




A Trip to Burma Ch. 02



"That's when we started kissing him goodnight again, on his cheek, letting him look down the top of our pajamas or shorty nightgowns."

"Yeah, we never talked about that, but we both knew we were. Well, then we went off to college, still virgins, but Mom ..."

"She was a nurse in a the hospital."

"Yeah, probably better about such things than some other mothers, and let us have the pill. Back then, the hormone content was stronger, made breasts grow. Probably a little bigger than they are now, so when we returned home in the summer, well, it must have been more interesting for him."

"It was. We didn't kiss his cheek every night, but when we did, well, you two can imagine."

"It was, and he used to reach up and rub our side, mine, at least."

"Mine too," Marie agreed. 

"Yeah, well – you weren't at home that evening, Marie wasn't. We didn't have any boyfriends in town. Yeah, I had left a button unbuttoned. Did I feel wicked? Just a little. And when his hand touched my side, I shifted, so that it brushed the side of my breast. I want it to, expecting that he would quickly move his hand, but he didn't. Did he rub it, or did I rub it on his fingers? His fingers were still there. He was only my step-father. When his hand didn't leave, I just plopped myself down across his lap. Oh, he was surprised, but didn't object, just looking up at me with a surprised expression. How did I have the nerve to say it?! I told him: 'I'm not a virgin, and you're not my father,' and puckered up, lowering my face to his. Did I tell him to kiss? Don't know, but we did, and he didn't mind that I knew how to kiss better than a little girl."

"Mom was obviously on night duty in the hospital that night," Marie remarked. 

"Yeah, of course, could have said that. Yeah, so we kissed, him as good as me, and his hand wasn't just brushing my breast." 

Randy and I were almost holding our breath, nodding for her to continue. Anna nodded and said: 

"I guess you say that I seduced him. We did. We two had separate bedrooms. And, of course, he was better than those freshmen. That first night, he didn't lick my pussy, but when he did! Better than anything before."

"My wicked step-sister! Yeah, they did every time Mom had night duty. They didn't think I knew, but I did, and I wanted to, too. When she admitted it, oh, she was embarrassed, but had to, and I made her tell me how much better it was."

"Yeah, very embarrassing, but I did, I had, and agreed that it was unfair. So one evening at supper, when Mom had duty again, well, we told him that he had to. Oh, he had all the objections about incest with his real daughter, but he had been looking at her breasts too."

"Also with his hand on my side. We convinced him."

"I guess the clinching argument was when I said that I wouldn't if he didn't with her. After that, he took turns with us, when Mom had night duty."

"And like Anna said, it was so much better than with those freshmen, and licking my pussy, taught me what an orgasm was." 

"For both of us, always better than sometimes what boys did the next year."

"But we didn't do it to him," Marie remarked. Anna gave her an apologetic glance and replied: 

"I did once. Didn't tell you. I had my period once when it was my turn. I didn't like it. He was sweet about it, understanding, but told me how could it had been."

"You would have! Well, we both learned to like it."

Randy and I nodded vigorously with grins. Marie nodded with smirk and continued: 

"We didn't really do it that often with him; Mom only had night duty once a week, but we figured out that we also could do it to each other." 

"Just as good as he could. Hope he never discovered that we did." 

"Yeah, so we started before we went back to college."

"And since then, as you know, when we get together."

"But we never did again with him," Marie remarked. 

Anna gave her another apologetic glance and murmured: 

"Maybe he had more of a problem with his own daughter. We did, that spring break when you weren't home."

"You did?!"

"Afraid so. Mom had night duty one night and then duty one weekend. Oh, he loved that I then really liked to do it to him. Probably shouldn't tell you, most of all day that weekend."

"Wicked, wicked, wicked!" Marie replied, first with a serious expression, then smirking. 

Anna smiled at her, then glancing at us and said: 

"But maybe why we like older men. No, you're not really older men for us now."

"No!" Marie agreed, smiling at us. 

We thanked them for their having been so open, and we emptied the two bottles of beer, and went to the bathroom. Back in the room, we agreed reluctantly that Randy and I should return to our room, apparently all of us forgetting that it was still Anna's turn to have two cocks. We got dressed and both kissed both of them, and slipped out of their room.

We both went in my room to talk and remembered that Anna hadn't gotten her turn, chuckling with grins. I said: 

"She will."

"She sure will! Our pleasure!"

"This is better than my honeymoon was."

"Um-hmm!" Randy agreed: "better than ours, too. She was a virgin."

"I hope so!"

"Your wife wasn't?"

"Even before I met her, but she didn't know what they like to do."

"We did." 

"Um-hmm. She didn't mind that I liked to do it to her."

"About the same with us. Yes, better than our honeymoons."

We wondered if Anna and Marie were sleeping in separate beds, and then he went to his room. They hadn't been, as we learned later the following day. 

We didn't sit with them at breakfast. The day was spent sightseeing. Of course, we were with them then. Before we greeted each other, Anna smirked slightly and murmured: 

"We forgot something yesterday evening." 

Since others maybe could overhear us, we feigned surprise, but winked. A little later, when we all were alone, Randy and I said that we had remembered. She smirked and replied that Marie had tried to make up for it. She nodded, remarking: 

"As best I could, just didn't have what she really wanted, either way."

We all chuckled and then were back with the group, talking separately with the other people. There was a long stairway up Mandalay Hill. The group stretched out during the climb. I glanced back and saw Marie and Anna talking with one of the women, whose husband had moved ahead. 

At the end of the day, there was always free time before dinner to freshen up. Randy I told them that we would buy more beer and invited them to my room for a drink before dinner. The two of us had to chuckle and exchange smirks, while we went to get the beer. We knew too well how the evening was going to progress. Some of the group had agreed to go to the marionette performance after dinner, a local cultural thing. Others had said they wanted to buy lacquer ware. That the whole group wasn't going to stick together for the evening, made it easier for us to excuse ourselves. 

Randy and I wanted to shower and, of course, to shave. Randy came to my room, while I was still naked in the bathroom, and they knocked on the door while I was still hanging up my towel. That was no problem, of course, although it was a little embarrassing to be naked, seeing them in clothes, greeting them through the open bathroom door. With my towel around my waist, I joined them for our first sip of beer, and then started to get dressed. 

They had both chuckled, but not about their having seen me naked. Marie remarked: 

"That was funny, well, a little embarrassing. We were talking with that woman on the way up the hill. When no one else could hear her, she smiled and said: 'Looks like you two are having a good time.' We just nodded. Then she smiled a little differently and added: "Why not, if you four want to.' I think Anna managed to nod first, then replying: 'We are.' I agreed. She smiled with a nod and then said: 'No problem, none of us care.' Then she chuckled and remarked with a smirk: 'Another woman even said that it was a little inspirational.' When we then also smirked with nods, she murmured: 'My husband too. Nice.'" 

We all grinned, nodding, and drank to that, Anna remarking: 

"Very nice, if she only knew how 'nice'." 

We drank to that again. While we finished our beers, we agreed that since the rest of the group knew about us, it would look funny if we continued to act that they didn't. As we went down to dinner, one of them said that maybe it would be even more 'inspirational' for the others. We all agreed with smirks. I did wonder if she was suggesting that the woman or both couples imagined just how we four were enjoying ourselves, was suggesting that those couples also get together like we were. 

The smiles, when the four of us joined the group, suggested that they all had no problem with our having hooked up. When those going to the marionette show left, they gave us smiles. The others left, no one asking where we were going, as had happened a night or two before. We glanced at each other with wry smiles. Marie snorted and remarked with a grin: 

"So much for my reputation as spinster schoolteacher." 

"Did you ever have one?" Anna asked. 

"Maybe the first couple of years in my first school, but then parents saw me holding hands one weekend."

We all chuckled and got up, and returned to my room, where the beer was. When I closed the door and turned back to the room, Anna was already getting undressed, a couple of buttons ahead of Marie. It was Anna's turn, I thought, as I hurried to catch up with them and Randy. As Anna was stripping off her panties, she grinned and said: 

"I should be a nudist. Wonder what is like at one of those places?" I snickered and replied: 

"Not like you think. They don't do anything, well, not out in the open."

"You know?" 

"Been to one once, and most of the women aren't as attractive as you two are."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied with a grin, thrusting out her breasts and drawing in her stomach, not that she really needed to, but I pulled mine in a reflex, probably more needed. 

"No, really," I replied: "one could be embarrassed for some, they way they look, but they aren't. And, well, I didn't see any teenagers, and, yeah, it's just nice."

She smirked and replied: 

"'Just nice', but not like I meant before." 

"Your turn," Marie remarked, grinning at her and then at Randy and me. 

Anna got her turn. Bed covers were flung back, and she and Randy curled up together. I sat down on the edge of the bed behind her, and Marie knelt down, giving me a smile, and then began to suck my completely unaroused cock, only that way for several seconds. I began to wonder if I didn't just want to let her continue, but she didn't, but did frown with a smile, as though she would have liked to. I rolled back and around and shoved my cock between Anna's thighs. She hummed and rocked her hips back. 

Did Randy help my cock find her opening? It did, and I shoved further, and her pussy held it. We exchanged hums, and I moved down a little to push it deeper in her, and then waited for Randy to arouse her clitoris and feel her pussy respond. It did, that is, he did, and it did. Then I remembered that his cock was in her mouth. 

Did she suck cock better than her pussy could squeeze a cock? An indecent question! Not when she couldn't lick where if was most sensitive. But Randy could lick her, where she was, even if her clitoris didn't let him – us – nibble and suck on it as good as we could with Marie's. But whatever he was doing was making Anna's tight pussy clutch my cock. Just fucking - pumping in and out - hadn't been like this. If her pussy had been clutching - IF, back then - the sensation had been mostly lost in the movement. 

This was feeling how a pussy was aroused, and how it wanted to arouse a cock. I moaned in appreciation, but also at the thought that I had recognized how mother nature tried to make sure that once a cock was in a pussy, it would inseminate it. We weren't going to, but her pussy still wanted my cock to do everything it could in that direction, shoot my semen deep in it, as close to her uterus as it could, why it did at the moment my cock thrust deepest.

That was just my thought, my cock hadn't yet, but it soon did; thinking about that wasn't the way to postpone my orgasm. And she came. Was Randy's surprised "Uhn!" in response to his feeling her pussy juice, that was spurting on my cock? It must have been; he was trying to lap it up, unconcerned that his tongue was also licking the back of my cock. Had I done that too? Then he grunted, and his hips thrust his cock deeper in Anna's mouth. His cock also wanted to spurt when it was as deep as it could be. He gave a sharp, pained sounding moan; because of her involuntary reflex to close her jaw on his cock when she had to swallow what hit the back of her throat? After that, however, he just grunted with each thrust of his cock, and she moaned. 

We relaxed, sighing with satisfied moans. I remembered to pull my cock out, sooner than I otherwise would have, to let Randy lap over her pussy – if he wanted to. He did, to judge from Anna's soft chuckle. 

I rolled back, and Randy did. I was wondering what to do about cleaning up my cock, that was still engorged, but sinking down on my hair. I had only sighed again, when I felt Marie kneel between my legs. I opened my eyes, just in time to see her hand reach to hold my cock. She hardly gave me a glance, looking down at Randy and demanding softly: "Fuck me," rocking her ass back and forth. 

I wondered if he could, but his cock just bobbed, as he grinned and quickly moved to get behind her. Yeah, I thought, he had been the last one us to come, his cock still aroused enough to get it in her pussy. My cock was in her mouth before it was. This was a lot faster solution of how to give her turn than I had been expecting, but who was I to complain? If it took longer, because we had just come, all the better. And, I realized, when Anna chuckled and sat up and moved to straddle my face, she didn't have to just watch, like Marie had, but she could watch them, facing them as she lowered her pussy on my mouth. 

It still let me taste that I had come in it. What had Randy thought about tasting my semen? I wasn't going to ask him. 

For a while, Randy just fucked gently, hardly jarring Marie's body, as she sucked and licked, and I licked and sucked. What could be better than having my cock sucked while I was licking another woman's pussy? He and I weren't going to come again for a while. Eventually, however, he began to fuck harder, making it difficult for Marie to keep my cock in her mouth. I drew my legs up and closed my thighs over her shoulders, holding her body still again. 

"Yeah, good," I heard Anna mutter, and felt Marie nod. Then he was fucking harder, making me press my thighs against her shoulders. This was getting complicated: trying to do that, while wanting to enjoy having my cock sucked and enjoy arousing Anna's pussy. But then he grasped my knees, relieving me of having to worry about that. He could fuck as hard as he wanted, without upsetting what Marie was doing. 

He did. We all came. I hoped that Marie's getting it both ways made up for the three of us having had two orgasms. My face was all wet, when Anna dropped to the side off me. I raised my head, and Marie raised her, licking her lips with a smile. Then I saw Randy drop down behind her. Did he want to lap up her pussy, like he had Anna's? He did. Marie chuckled, rocking her ass a little. Fuck! He didn't just lap over her pussy a few times; his hand drew the cheeks of her ass apart, and he raised his head a little. She chuckled again, and then he raised his head further, letting me see his tongue licking up through her crevice, his eyes grinning at me. 

Marie chuckled again and murmured: 

"Better than I hoped, a little more than I hoped." 

Randy grinned with a nod. Anna remarked: 

"For us too. Marie, you have the best ideas."

"Having to watch you three before? Wanting you not to have to just watch." 

We all nodded, chuckling with smirks. Then Randy rose up and said: 

"As much as I love the way you all taste, we all - you too," he smirked at me: "time for a beer."

"You too," I replied, and the women nodded with smiles. 

While we sat up, he got the beers, and we all drank before anyone said anything. We smiled at each other, a little wryly. Then Marie frowned slightly and murmured: 

"Kind of raunchy, a lot raunchy, I guess my fault, my suggestions."

"Maybe," Anna replied: "but we all wanted to." 

"We sure did," I agreed. Randy nodded and added: 

"If we all like it, why not? Nice to fulfill Marie's fantasies. Didn't know I could have any like that, but now I do."

"Me too," I agreed, almost about to grin, but then just smiling at her. 

Anna nodded with a soft chuckle, smiling at her and agreeing: 

"Me too. Hm-hmm! Could have told me before."

Marie's expression brightened. After a moment she grinned, glancing at Randy and me, and replied: 

"Needed the right two men."

"And the right two women," Randy replied, raising his beer. 

We all drank again, then nodding with smiles. After a moment's silence, Randy looked at them with a questioning expression and asked softly: 

"And the not right two men?" 

Anna and Marie glanced at each, shrugging with slightly wry expressions. Marie nodded for Anna to reply. 

"Certainly not like this, told you that before. Yeah, but there were others. Oh, the first trip when there were men, there were also two, but not friends, but nice. Yeah, we did it, each of us with one of them." 

"They were nice," Marie agreed. Anna nodded, continuing: 

"Well, after that, I guess we kind of hoped that would happen again. With that attitude, it was easy, if there was an available man, but seldom two. With one, well, only one of us could with him."

"And we found that unfair. Besides, they – the one or other – wasn't better than with each other."

"So, we – she or I – only let it happen for a night or two. Hm-hmm! Before the rest of the group knew."

"We hoped, assumed, not like here, but they haven't minded, rather liked that we have."

"If they knew how much we have, are," I remarked. Anna smirked and replied: 

"I hope not, not 'how'!" 

With smirks, we drank to that again. Marie grinned and said: 

"Of course, when you two turned up, well, we talked about it, but weren't sure ..."

"Had lots of questions," Anna interjected, explaining: 

"Your being friends already, thinking you both would have to want to, and then wondering about who with whom."

"We too, but we all seemed equally compatible."

"Oh we were, we are," Randy remarked with a grin, and I grinned with a nod. 

They nodded with grins, and we all drank again. Anna remarked: 

"No question about that! And then, well, that first evening, it just seemed like the situation was suggesting that we go to our room." Marie nodded, adding: 

"Oh, it did, and I wanted to. Hmm?! I wanted to sleep with one of you, either of you, but we'd never been all four in one room. I wasn't sure, very unsure, that I wanted to do that."

"But we did," Randy remarked. She nodded with smile, agreeing: 

"We sure did. Hm-hmm! I was telling myself that maybe I had drunk too much, but by then I wanted to, regardless."

"Thank you, I'm glad," I replied, giving her warm smile and reaching over and rubbing her thigh. 

"Me too," she agreed, returning my smile. 

The other two smiled, nodding, and touching each other, Randy then also reaching over to touch Marie. We all smiled at each other again and drank, finishing our beers. Anna suddenly shivered and smirked, remarking: 

"Got to go." 

We all did, she on the toilet, Marie in the shower, and Randy and I in the washbasin, glancing at each other as we draped our cocks over the rim, and then chuckling, as our yellow streams met at the drain. We all washed, pussies, cocks and faces, and returned to the room. 




A Trip to Burma Ch. 02



"'Sleep, perchance to dream'," one of them suggested, Anna, reminding me that she taught English. 

We all looked at each other. Who with whom? After a moment, Anna smiled at Marie and murmured: "You can sleep with Randy tomorrow." 

Marie smiled with a nod and smiled at me, murmuring: 

"I didn't want to show a preference." 

"Me either," I agreed, adding: "and if they have one, that's all right too."

"We don't," Anna and Randy replied with smiles, but holding hands. 

For the rest of the trip, we always exchanged partners when we went to bed, after we had exchanged them doing everything we had already done – and more. We admitted that we were being more raunchily active than having sex should be, but we all wanted it that way, the others probably thinking, as I was, that it was never going to happen again, and we had no inhibitions about what we wanted to do.

One evening, they both wanted us to straddle their faces and let them suck our balls, both of them, before they sucked our cocks and we licked their pussies. Another time, they both wanted to start by sucking our cocks, kneeling next to each other between our legs. When they both began to suck our balls – Anna sucking mine – I chuckled and remarked: 

"She said mine are bigger." 

Anna nodded with chuckle, but Marie raised her head and replied: 

"Mine are, I mean, yours are, I mean, Randy's." 

We all snorted and snickered, and Randy replied: 

"I'll take Marie's word for it; I'm not going to find out."

We all laughed. Surprising, how a little joke could let us forget how aroused our cocks had been, let them forget. That just let us all enjoy it for longer. Of course, then they were going to clamber up over us, so that we could lick their pussies, but we hadn't anticipated that they would want to change sides and would want to turn around, facing our legs. I was delighted to be able to lick and suck Marie's more pronounced clitoris, and with her sitting on my face that way, when she came, I was going to be able to catch more of her pussy juice. 

But before that happened, they were leaning forward, and a hand was fondling my cock and balls. When my cock was aroused again, I realized that it was Anna holding my cock, pulling it to one side. As long as she didn't make it come, before we all fucked, I thought, knowing that that would be what we did, after we licked the pussies to their orgasms. Randy and I did, but then we were surprised when they wanted to be fucked by the cock they had sucked, switching horses again, a little more changing partners than I had expected, but "the more the merrier." 

Randy and I both had a lot of experience with their riding us, just never lying parallel together on one bed. And we had experience with their wanting to rub themselves. When they started to, however, Randy reached over and helped Anna on me. With his arm extended, he could turn his hand up and do that better than we could for the woman sitting on us, both churning our cocks in the pussies. I hummed and reached over and slid my fingers down over Randy's hair and touched Marie's fingers on her pussy. She chuckled in her throat, letting my fingers take over. I especially liked that she seemed confident that I could do what she wanted as well as she could. 

It wasn't difficult, so easy to squeeze her aroused clitoris between two finger through the fold of skin over it and roll it between my fingers and moving it back and forth. Success, of course! 

How many ways could we fuck? Oh, in the mornings with whichever of them, if they wanted to do anything, they had to start by sucking our cocks, sometimes then riding us, or having a nice long sixty-nine. Once we tried licking and sucking in a quadrangle. That worked too. A recurring favorite was their licking each other with our cocks in their pussies. 

On evening - were Randy's and my cocks tired? - we insisted that they show us what else they did together. They glanced at each other, smirking, and one asked if we really wanted just to watch. We did. They snorted and smirked again, shrugging. 

Maybe we shouldn't have asked. They shrugged again, nodding to suggest who should go first. She started to lick the other one's pussy, then with her fingers in it, pumping, obviously arousing the other one. Then her fingers started more to jerk. The other one's hips started to twitch, and she more groaned than moaned, and then she lost control of her body, her hips going wild, so that the other one couldn't keep her mouth on her, but her fingers were jerking up and down. The other one was gasping and whimpering, but also sounding like she was laughing. 

I had never seen a woman so aroused, and Randy's glance at me, suggested that he was equally surprised. We saw the fingers relent, her hand all wet, but only for a few moments. When they started to jerk again, the other one was again immediately spasming, as aroused as before. That happened again, and then the fingers slipped out of her pussy, but her body twitched a couple of times more. 

They smiled at each other, then both gave us wry smiles. Without a word, they changed places, and we witnessed the same arousing scene, multiple orgasms like we had never experience. When they glanced at us again, Randy murmured: 

"We shouldn't have asked; makes us feel superfluous." 

They smiled understandingly, and Anna replied: 

"You aren't, but you asked."

"No, it's just as good with you," Marie added: "even if it doesn't look like that."

"Still not sure," I muttered. Randy nodded, then asking: 

"Can we do that?"

"If you promise to fuck us afterwards," Anna replied, grinning, looking at our semi-aroused cocks. 

They both lay on the edge of the bed with their thighs spread. Lovely pussies! How many men get to see two at the same time? We began to lick.

They encouraged us with hums, then one said: "fingers." My fingers were for the first time in one of their tight pussies, doing what I thought my cock would do in it. Then one of them murmured: 

"There, on the front, with your fingers, pressing up." I tried to follow her instruction. Randy must have too, since the other one hummed and said: 

"Yeah, like that. ... There!"

I was relieved, when the other one with my fingers in her pussy moaned and said: 

"Yes, there! More, like that!" 

They encouraged us with words, until they lost their tongues, just moaning, their hips beginning to twitch, increasing the pressure of our fingers on the front of their pussies. And then they lost all control of their bodies, whimpering and laughing like before. 

Fuck! We could do it, had done it! And my hand was all wet. I let my tired fingers relax, but then she insisted: "More!" 

And they wanted us to fuck them after four, five such major orgasms? At least, I knew that my cock wanted to. After five, six such orgasms?! It wasn't "a man's world"! Not the way they could enjoy the most arousing thing I could imagine. 

With dripping fingers, I let her relax. Randy's fingers were also dripping. We glanced at each other, shrugging, either at our success or our inadequacy to give them so many orgasm with our mere cocks. 

They hummed, glancing at each other and nodding, then one said: 

"Now fuck us."

We did. Their pussies – the one my cock was in – was still aroused, clutching, like it had my fingers. When I came, she did too, again. Where did women have such a generous fountain to spurt like that so many times? 

They smiled their satisfaction, and we responded, a little tempered by our new knowledge of female orgasms. I consoled myself that it was a small price for all we did together, something I would certainly never experience with my wife. Could she come like that with the right "treatment"? I thought it was unlikely, especially that after so many years she wouldn't let me experiment, would ask how I got the idea to do something we hadn't before. When was the last time I had my fingers in her pussy? Before we married? Before that, before we started fucking, when we could. 

The following nights of our trip together, were a little quieter, more one-on-one, also before we went to sleep. The last night, in a much better hotel in Rangoon, without saying so, we all wanted to do as much as we could: a last time with them curled up together and our fucking them; their then wanting to suck our cocks, with the usual consequence that we licked their pussies, and then all fucked. As usual, we slept with the one we hadn't slept with the previous night. In the early morning, we took our last opportunity, an almost bitter-sweet last sixty-nine - bitter for her, sweet for me. 

At breakfast, someone started to pass lists for everyone's email address, and we all promised to stay in contact. We all had the same flight home. Saying goodbye, while we all waited for our suitcases, the four of us just smiled a little better that we did with the others. It was over. The emails – also from Marie and Anna – were the usual agreement that it had been a great trip together, Randy's and mine too. We could infer - wanted to - that their their thanks for a great trip meant more than similar phrases from the others. 

While waiting for our bags, the husband of the woman who had talked to Anna and Marie stood closer to me and asked softly: 

"You both, with both of them?" 

I just nodded, not looking at him, but wanted to say: and better and fucking more than you can ever imagine.