1 comments/ 35808 views/ 7 favorites A Wrestling Prelude to Pleasure By: yowser "What? You never seen a thong before?" The voice, deep and threatening, came from behind me, and my grip on the pint glass of Fosters I was holding involuntarily tightened. My highly focused gaze had been interpreted as a lustful stare. Which, of course, it was. It was my first time in Melbourne down under, my conference over, with one more day in town, here in a pub down the street from my hotel, and it appeared that trouble had found me. I turned to see a burly guy, maybe early thirties, giving me a hard look. Dark hair, close cropped, clean shaven, narrow eyes, strong jaw. He could see right where I had been looking. Taken aback, I weighed the possible reply options. "Well, you gotta admit it is a fine sight," I said, trying to stay as close to the truth as I could, not mentioning that my prick was straining against my undershorts. I was acutely conscious of sounding like an out-of-place American. The fair-haired woman with the short skirt at the table across the pub had had her legs crossed, ankle on knee, and it didn't take great vision to note that while she had some sort of underwear on, it wasn't the kind to limit a view of what looked like a handsome, full ass, visible under the table to me. Her inner thighs were creamy white, a luscious view. Of course it was indeed a thong, and a red one at that. It was only after I made my response that I remembered that the guy had been sitting next to the woman not ten minutes before and had probably just come back with another pint from the tap or had just returned from the men's room. Naturally I had not paid much attention to him. "She's mine," he said, not quite so belligerently I thought, and I figured my next words would determine my short-term fate. "Well, you are one lucky fellow then," I said, my expression sincere. "A right handsome woman." We both looked over at the woman in question, who smiled back. I wasn't sure whether she had heard the exchange, but it didn't seem to matter. Her blue eyes had a lively, amused look. Streaky, darkish blonde, shoulder-length hair in a pony tail, short light blue skirt, simple white front-buttoned blouse (I never could resist these - why didn't more women wear them?) with braless breasts pushing against the fabric, strong thighs, a cheerful face with a dimple on her right side. Her wedding ring was obvious now that I looked for it. He clapped me on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary I thought, but it appeared I had said the right thing. "Yeah, she's a good one," he went. "No hard feelings, okay? Rick Oakleaf," he said, extending a big paw. "John Lorraine," I replied and we shook, his grip firm and almost overpowering. "Haven't seen you at the Crown here before," he went on. "Visiting town? I can tell by your speech you aren't from around here." I replied that I was indeed an American, at the tail end of a conference, and as it was a Sunday, had figured on taking an extra day to poke around the city before heading back to the states. I mentioned I had an early morning flight out the next day. He invited me over to their table and we chatted a bit and he introduced me to his wife Lisa, who greeted me with a intriguing smile. Like most of my experiences in Australia in this first visit of mine, within half an hour they had turned into old friends. I couldn't tell how long they had been married, but they clearly were still in love. Rick's eyes gleamed when he looked at her, and in a different era Lisa's general demeanor would have been labeled as "saucy." She would look animatedly at him while he spoke, then turn her eyes to me when I responded, her mouth in a half open smile throughout. The little gap between her two upper front teeth was somehow appealing. She had a quick wit and didn't shy from a lively discussion. It was just after midday, and Rick talked me into calling short my time at my hotel, and coming back to stay at their place on the north side of the city. He promised to deliver me to the airport the next morning, "right on the way to work for me." Since the conference week was on my work tab but tonight was my own expense, I didn't mind the offer, which would save me some change. My vague plans for entertainment today had mostly consisted of walking about the city, so there was no huge loss there either, and they seemed like interesting people. I'd get to see part of the city I wouldn't have ordinarily, and it is always nice to have a local guide. He was mid-level management at a nautical parts warehouse, while she worked in a downtown accounting firm. After dealing with my hotel and gathering my travel gear, we drove north in their Holden sedan to one of the outer areas of the city, nice enough if a bit bland. Rick pointed out the various parks and sites of interest. Lisa just smiled. The back view of their tidy house looked out onto fairly open space. Once inside, he passed me a beer and showed me about their modest place. He was six feet something tall, big chest, short thick legs, with an easy confident manner. We chatted a bit in a room off their kitchen. He determined I wasn't married, and I got the feeling that he was asking more and more about my past and present girlfriends (none at the moment) and verging into territory that often wasn't even the province of friends. I didn't know the customs down here, but everyone had been so friendly all along, and he seemed genuinely interested and made the conversation we were having seem completely normal. Lisa had returned with some peanuts that she passed around to go with our beers. She sat down across from me as we talked, and while I tried not to look at her crotch, it registered that even the thong was gone now. She kept smiling and giving me intent looks, and I was starting to wonder what was happening. I think my groin knew, since my cock was beginning to stir in that preliminary stage of uncertain expectation. She had a short but narrow waist, and her breasts, now that I paid more attention to them, were meaty and moved around nicely inside her blouse. She wasn't even troubling to keep her legs together at all anymore, and I noted that her pubic hair was quite a bit darker than her head hair. Wow. Rick noticed my gaze again, too, and let out a soft smile. The silence that followed wasn't exactly uncomfortable but went on for a long time. "Ever done a threesome?" he finally asked quietly, which startled me with its abruptness. I was about to say no, and then I thought of that one strange adventure back during university. "Not technically," I replied, "it was a five-some." Lisa arched her eyebrows. "A full house? Somebody had to be an extra anyway. Guy or a girl?" "Actually, it involved four penises." "Ah," she smiled broadly, "that would have been nice." Her eyes shone. She and Rick exchanged a quick look. "Speaking of which," she paused. Rick apparently didn't require a further response from me, but stood up and pulled his pants and knickers off. He had a short cock compared to the rest of his body, but it was a thick one, its prickhead pushing out past his partially retracted foreskin. It was remarkably like his legs, thick and powerful looking. It stood out while he pulled his shirt off. He looked at me evenly, and I couldn't help but notice that his cock was stiffening all by its own, his cockhead emerging bit by bit from its sheath. "Would you like to be able to fuck Lisa?" he asked softly. "You have certainly looked at her with enough interest." This answer did not require a lot of thought, my own prick now straining in my shorts and I just nodded yes, swallowing hard. "Good chap," he said, a bit over-enthusiastically. "We like a little variation to our love life from time to time. Not sure why, but both of us have been unusually horny lately. Sometimes Lisa likes more than one cock," he said simply. I looked over at Lisa, who shot me an thoroughly wanton smile. "We have a little routine I hope you will indulge us with, beforehand. Follow me," said Rick. Now what the hell was this? He led me into another back room, overlooking their small but private rear yard-space. I was hoping to follow Lisa and watch her ass sway in her short skirt, but she held back and I had to go behind Rick. He had big, firm rumpcheeks that moved with authority as he walked. The white-walled space looked like a workout room, and a padded mat covered most of the floor. Some free weights and other exercise paraphernalia were in the corner. There was a couch or bench of some sort against one wall. Some glassed-in French doors looked out over a terraced back yard. "I'll wager you've wrestled before?" he ventured. I had indeed, and actually had been fairly decent in high school, although a good fifteen years separated me from my last competition. "Lisa and I both are fond of it. Very elemental. Not brutal like boxing, but one-on-one, primal, strength and quickness. A chess match for the body. It is fantastic foreplay, really." My thoughts whirled trying to make sense of his words. He cracked his knuckles while he looked at me. His chest was well furred and hefty with muscle, his belly round but hard. He probably had twenty or thirty pounds on me. I nodded. He tossed me a set of ear guards, and put another on himself, kicking his shoes off and gesturing for me to disrobe. My drawers, as often is the case with an erection, needed to be removed with some care, and my prick stood out a little too far for comfort when I was done. A wrestler's singlet doesn't leave much to the imagination but still was a covering. I had never wrestled nude before. We stood there a moment, sizing each other up. It occurred to me that a photo of this scene, two guys sans clothes, with pricks poking out farther than usual, but with silly wrestling ear protection on, would be a hoot posted online somewhere or another. I was a bit anxious. Rick and I looked intensely at each other, and then he laughed. "Let's take a couple minutes for stretching and warmup?" he said, which we did, each of us checking out each other's limberness and the way we moved our bodies. Lisa's sharp gaze followed us each in turn while we moved. Did I see her eyes linger on my cock? I was aware of my entire body, feeling my shoulders loosen up, stretching my thighs, while my cock did not grow any less stiff with the preliminaries. He had said I would be able to "fuck" his wife, hadn't he? Had I imagined those words? Or had he just wanted to ascertain that I wanted to? Lisa, seated on the couch or really more a bench, had unbuttoned her shirt which was now parted, with a glimpse of breast here and there, very inviting. She stared intensely at the two of us. "One five-minute period, standard Olympic freestyle rules otherwise. If there's a tie, a sudden death period afterward. You can submit anytime with a double hand slap to the mat. Lisa calls the match, and then decides what happens next." This wasn't quite what I was expecting, but I swallowed hard and nodded. "Shake hands gentlemen, and begin," went Lisa, quietly, smiling, but said firmly. We crouched and circled each other for awhile, each of us watching intently how the other moved, looking for an opening. We tied up a couple times, hands gripping each other's neck and head, testing each other, but I managed to break off and in general tried to keep my distance, not wanting those heavy forearms of his to be pulling my head about. My main chance was going to be surprise and speed, not strength, and I wanted some gap between us in which to operate. He tended to keep his right leg in front after advancing, and I waited for my chance. After breaking off a tie, and retreating, I lunged for his knee, and he bit on the fake, lowering his right hand to ward off the attack. I pivoted and swooped in the other direction, swiping his left ankle in a circular movement and pulling it up quickly with my hand. I caught him off balance and tripped his other foot, driving him hard to the mat. I had one arm around his waist, the other holding his right wrist. My chin was between his shoulder blades, pressing him down. I could feel the heat from his naked body beneath me. His ass was rubbery, firm underneath its smooth skin. He was strong, and tried a standup escape almost immediately, but I had a good hold around his midsection and used my other hand to pick him up by the crotch and drive him roughly back to the mat. I was keenly aware that we had no clothing on. Normally you didn't pay much attention to how you held your wrestling opponent, but just now I had hoisted a guy nearly by his jewels. It changed things. I forced my right leg in under his, to keep him off balance, while I tried to look for a way to turn him. My pelvis was on top of his firm ass, and I could feel its movements as he strained against me, tightening and releasing his muscles, up through my hips. My prick was pushing into corners and crevices of him it had no business going. His legs were bunching for a chance to leverage his torso up. Rick tried a sudden darting move to the left but I had him again. My speed was still there, amazingly enough, but his legs were so strong I was going to have to keep them tied up or he would be up and out just by bull-work. If I could ride him out, or at worst have him just escape and avoid having him take me down, my advantage would hold up. Maybe four minutes more? Three? But I knew I had my hands full. We grappled for probably what was not much more than another minute, which felt like an eternity, and my timing and anticipation kept thwarting his escape moves. I tried a few different ways to leverage him over, but he was going to be too strong, too heavy, to pin. He was grunting and his brow was furrowed. We were both sweating to beat the band, and his back and ass had gotten damp and slippery underneath me. He clearly had expected to be on top straight away. His armpits gave off a strong, not unappealing odor. Lisa's shirt was completely open now, her meaty breasts exposed, but I couldn't afford myself more than a glimpse. And then a quick move to his left caught me by surprise and he elevated his hips, gaining some separation from mine. Simultaneously he freed his right arm and swiveled about on top of me, reversing our position. His weight drove me into the mat, his chin stubble pressing into my shoulder, while he grappled for control of my wrist. I felt a forearm on the back of my head, pushing my face into the mat, so I had to turn my head to the side while trying to get my knees up. But my pelvis was pressed to the floor with the force of his hips, my cock rubbing roughly across the mat. I could feel his own cock, hard, pushing into my ass furrow. What's this, did I see Lisa's hand at her crotch? No sooner than this sighting registered in my frantic brain then Rick swung to my side, and drove his head into my midsection while pulling my right knee and head together to secure a cradle. One of the oldest moves in the book and I hadn't seen fit to prevent it. His hands locked and he flipped me expertly onto my back, while I flailed away, my cock and balls up and exposed to the ceiling, my free leg waving frantically while trying to swing our balance over, my hands struggling to release his hold. Then there was Lisa next to us on the floor, eying the gap between my shoulders and the mat, her breasts free and grazing the mat's surface. I couldn't keep my shoulder blades from contact with the ground. Slap went her hand and the game was up. I lay on the mat for a few moments, defeated and thoroughly embarrassed. Rick stood up, and I saw his cock from the floor, very handsome, poking out from his pelvis. It looked funny from this angle. His balls were big hangers, fairly heavily covered in dark fur. He reached down and gave me a hand, pulling me up. "Nice match," he said, shaking my hand. "You were faster than I expected. Fair points on a clean take-down from you." Lisa stood between us, holding each of us by a hand, and raised Rick's in the ritual winner's signal. "And to the victor goes a kiss," she went, her blouse completely open, her breasts, pointy and with some heft, sloping off to each side. But instead of tilting her head up to Rick's mouth, she dropped to her knees and gave his prickhead a delicate little kiss, which apparently wasn't sufficient reward, since she then slipped her lips around his cock and applied a gentle, teasing, deliberate suction. A couple minutes of some soft, slow action and his cock had grown completely hard, standing out proud when she released him. The sight of Lisa lovingly run her lips and tongue over his penis was intensely arousing. My own cock twitched involuntarily. Something got into me and I spoke impulsively, "Well, the winner sure deserves attention, but consider the poor loser's feelings? A loser should require even more encouragement after the indignity of defeat, wouldn't you think?" They both looked at me a moment and Rick laughed. Lisa responded, "You know, he's right" and turned her head to my own crotch. Just about identically as to Rick, she gave my cock a handsome kiss on its head, then took it into her mouth for a delightful little journey. Soft, wet, gentle, her mouth was heaven at that moment. When she pulled off, I gasped in pleasure, and all eyes were on my now totally erect, and thoroughly tingling, cock, pointing ceilingward, my balls all drawn up together in their pouch. "Let's take a rest on the bench," ventured Lisa, "and talk things over?" She took us each by hand and guided us over to the bench, sitting between us. Her breasts moved sweetly under her loosely draped shirt, and she did the scene one better by taking it off completely before sitting down, Rick and I on each side of her. Each boob was a solid handful, it looked like her left one was a bit heavier, and a bit higher than the other, and each drifted off enticingly to their separate sides of her chest. A few dark moles were scattered over her otherwise quite fair skin. She gave Rick a look, and rubbed his cock with one hand. His prick was dark and ardent looking, his balls resting on the padded bench while the shaft poked up, looking imminently ready for action. She turned to me, a hand still on Rick's prick, and rubbed my own penis with her other hand. I waited, not sure what was going to be next, her fingers playing with each of us, moving smoothly up and down our shafts, fingers tickling our prickheads and coaxing little spasms of pleasure out of them. Her smile suggested that she was enjoying herself immensely. I wondered what it was like to be a handsome, aroused woman and have a cock in each hand, knowing that each one of them wanted desperately to have a go at her. Rick addressed me. "Lisa's the ref, she gets to decide how the rest of the tournament goes." He paused, "Okay with that?" What was I going to say? "Sure," I went. Rick again, "You clear?" and by this I understood him to mean a query as to my sexual health. "Clean bill of health" I replied, accurate enough. "Great," went Rick, "no need for a condom then," which I took as an encouraging sign. Lisa looked at Rick and then me. "I think I would like to have you suck Rick" she said, looking me straight in the eye. "If he has already come once, he's apt to ride me a little longer, which I like. And," she went on, "I think it would be nice to see his cock get some pleasure from you. Then maybe you and I can do something together," her eyes smiling. This wasn't quite what I had in mind. "You ever played with a stiffy before? Besides your own, of course?" Rick asked. "Well, more than a couple during my overheated teenage years," I replied, truth enough, but leaving out some of my other occasional but more recent experiences. A Wrestling Prelude to Pleasure He smiled and looked at Lisa. Then he repositioned himself on the bench, laying down on it, with his head in Lisa's lap, gazing up at her and her dangling breasts. She looked down with affection at him and stroked his chest. One of Rick's legs was up on the bench, the other spread out to the side, the invitation clear enough to me. I got up slowly and knelt between his legs. His balls were beautiful, resting on the bench, each testicle taking up a good deal of space. His prick was laid out full length on his belly, dark body hair blanketing his body from his ankles up to the top of his chest, a thick jungle around his balls and cock. His balls called me first. I wished I owned them myself. They were big, heavy, and unlike mine, which retracted up into their sac together into one unified lump when my prick was hard, each of Rick's testicles splayed to opposite sides of his shaft, clearly defined from each other in their pouch. They were manly, gorgeous, alluring. I licked each one, nuzzling his scrotum with my nose, the sweaty ballsy smell managing to make my own prick grow agonizingly hard. I licked under his scrotum, running my fingers up and down his shaft, and I felt him give a little sigh, while he played his own hands over Lisa's breasts. She leaned down to both give him a long kiss and provide better access to her boobs, hanging sweetly over Rick's torso. I wanted desperately to give them a feel too, but decided I had to do Rick first. I slid his foreskin up and down over his prickhead while I tongued his testicles, and finally licked my way up his shaft to his prickhead. The tip was glistening with fluid, as the head had emerged from its protective sheath, and I touched the tip of my tongue to his slit, tasting that salty pre-essence of sperm that was oozing out. Lisa had to move her upper body away a bit to give me access, but I still sensed that Rick's hands were busy kneading her chest. There were two strategies that I saw. I could launch Rick as fast as I could, and get myself a shot at Lisa pronto, before something changed. Or I could just go one step at a time and make the whole adventure last as long as possible. I had no idea really how this was going to play out, but my own groin was on fire, and there is nothing like a potential upcoming climax to make you think that anything you do in preparation for that is fair enough. I hadn't even really made up my mind as I commenced toying around with Rick's prickhead. His cock was raging hard now, balls pulled up but separated on each side of the root of his shaft. I held his testicles gently, delighting in their heft in his ball sack, and slid my mouth up and down his shaft, stopping at the top of each stroke to run my tongue around his frenulum and apply some suction. I halted after a few minutes, and ran my fingers up and down his cock, while Rick and Lisa both took in the sight of his damp, dark, powerful prick, thick veins visible along his shaft. Lisa leaned over, giving me an intense close-up look at her wonderful chest, and gave his prickhead a sweet little work-over herself with her mouth, then held back to watch it twitch with expectant pleasure. The pause apparently was meant for me to go back to work, which I did, and I could feel by the tension building in Rick's legs that time was growing short before the inevitable. While picking up speed on my mouth movements over Rick's cock, I felt a new sensation, of a set of soft fingers on my own prick. Lisa had leaned over so Rick could suckle her breasts, and had reached her left hand down to my groin, where she played her fingers over my aching cock. I rubbed Rick's balls a little more firmly, slid my mouth up and down his cock with some fervor, and then felt one of Rick's big hands at the back of my head. I hadn't decided whether I would end up taking his sperm in my mouth or not, but it turned out it wasn't my call anyway. It had been a while since I had tasted semen, but before that thought had even really formed, Rick's legs had tensed and the first of a half dozen strong spurts arrived in my mouth. I put his prickhead midway in my mouth, resisting the pressure exerted by Rick's hand to force his cock deeply into my throat. I got most of the load down. I had forgotten how strong and thick sperm was, how warm and viscous, and I noted that I actually enjoyed feeling the eruption, his cock pulsing, and the plunging liquid power of the fluid discharged from his loins, while his hips bucked frantically into me. It was as if this live, devilishly powerful thing had invaded and now inhabited my mouth. At the same time I knew that it had been my actions that provoked the launch of his sperm. His pelvis humped the last bits of semen out, and I uncoupled, letting some sperm run down his cock. Lisa's hand was still on my prick, but her mouth was on Rick's lips, a long deep kiss in process while he fondled her breasts. I wiped off my mouth with the back of my left hand and sat back to watch the two kiss each other, Lisa's hands playing over Rick's chest, and then down his groin to his balls, where she rubbed the leftover semen into his shaft and scrotum. I looked down to my own cock, twitching hard, and wondered just how long it would be before some relief was in the offing. They finally surfaced, and Rick wandered off, his limp wet cock wagging from side to side, and I heard him pissing in the toilet down the hall. I sat next to Lisa, who was looking at me intently, and she began running her fingers over my cock again. "Nice work," she whispered in my ear. "I get so aroused watching another guy suck him. Your cock's turn is coming," her fingers rummaging around my balls now, exquisitely. Rick returned and passed me a beer, and we kicked back, surveying each other without our clothes. Lisa had slipped out of her skirt, revealing strong thighs and full, handsome asscheeks. "I'm done for a bit," he admitted, his soggy prick damp and shrunken, resting on his right thigh. "But I want to end up inside Lisa before we get to dinner." We sat on the mat and talked sex for some time. What we liked, some of our more memorable adventures. I got the feeling, although I didn't voice it, that this had all been a set up. Some sort of barriers had been broken now amongst us all and we spoke freely. They were handsome enough, the both of them, and it was a pleasure to look at them openly, no clothes on at all, and with interest. They shared with me some of their history together. They had met at university, "love at first fuck!" as Rick described it. Both had been athletes, although wrestling had been a sidelight for Rick, rugby being his main interest. Lisa had rowed and insisted she had been "thinner back then." I estimated this was maybe ten years earlier. It wasn't hard to believe, but my guess was that her chest wasn't as large then either, and her current form was a trade-off I was almost always more than happy to take. Breast heft over tight waist. Both were fit and healthy looking, with or without clothing. Of course if one has a cock dying to slither up into a woman's sex, one doesn't usually see defects easily. Rick's chest was sweaty, his thick legs ropey with muscle. Lisa's breasts moved enthrallingly every time she shifted position. They talked about lovemaking. I asked Lisa her favorite way to couple. She eyed me carefully. "Almost any way. Underneath is fine. I like on top too. Slow, fast, it's all good. Long as it happens with attention, awareness." She gave my cock a glance, it was pretty hard. She gave Rick a look. "It is always very nice from behind," she admitted. "Having a nice hard penis come into you from your backside is so..." she paused, groping for a word. "Primitive?" I offered. "Animal-like," she said. "I feel like I am being taken. I often come real strongly that way." I considered this. After a bit more talking, perhaps long enough for Rick to gather some energy or perhaps just because my own prick had lost its rockhard status, Lisa decided it was time to get started again. She had me lie on my back on the mat, and sat perpendicular to me on her haunches. With her right hand she fondled my balls, and then holding my semi-hard prick up in her other hand, she tickled my prickhead with her tongue and slid her mouth down over me. I saw her give Rick a conspiratorial glance, and he just kicked back with his beer and happily watched the whole proceedings. There are so many times in my life that I have had a woman do my cock in the dark, it remains a great delight to have enough light to see the author of the pleasure, her lips sliding down over your prick, at the same time as just feeling the thorough enjoyment of being sucked. In this case it was a huge treat to watch Lisa's wonderful meaty boobs move around while her head was going up and down on me. I reached out and felt them, soft, hanging lovely flesh, nipples hard and engorged, dark rings around their pointy tips. In just a few minutes the complete hardness of earnest desire had returned to my cock, and she rose and straddled my torso now, facing me, and lowered herself down onto my cock. Every first entry into a new cunt always makes me feel like some sort of naval explorer finding a new, undiscovered bay. She slid, a half-smile directed to me, slowly and exquisitely down onto me, til her pubic hairs were resting on my own groin thicket, and she leaned forward, hands each side of my head, so that her boobs were smack in front of my face. She dangled each of them over me, swaying side to side, nipples grazing my cheeks, while she ground her pelvis into mine. I felt her cunt muscles clipping my prick, squeezing while she gently moved up and down. She nestled down onto me completely then, boobs squashing against my sweaty chest, and then while she was moving up and down on my cock, I got the wild idea, maybe from my earlier exertions on the mat, to roll her over. I caught her by surprise, and we did a barrel roll, so that I was on top of her. I started pushing into her with hard short thrusts but she had a grin on her face and returned my own surprise move. I could hear Rick laughing as she adroitly rolled me over onto my back again. She pinned my arms to the mat this time with her hands, and held my pelvis down with hers, but I spun again, all of us laughing now, so I was again on top. It became a game, to see how many different ways we could couple without letting my prick slip out of her. Sometimes she was on top, sometimes me, sometimes side to side, while we had the whole mat to play on. We would move suddenly but usually gracefully, staying coupled, then grind our hips against each other for some time, then shift again. I am still not quite sure how we managed it, but at one point I was sitting cross-legged, with her on my lap facing me, her legs around my torso. We just sat there, kissing, her cunt making intoxicating little squeezing motions on my prick, even though I wasn't moving, and in fact my position meant I couldn't even thrust very well inside her. I could feel her erect nipples pressing into my chest. She squashed her boobs against me, both of us sweating hard now, while her cunt rhythmically massaged my cock. It smelled musty and salty, but thoroughly arousing. Then, unexpectedly, but not hurriedly, she uncunted and stood up over me. She stepped forward and I nuzzled her mons, pushing my face into her crotch and running my tongue up her damp alleyway. She gave a look to Rick, and with some silent communication going on between them, he tossed her a pillow from the bench. His hand was at his own prick, hard, slippery and engorged. She turned away from me, placing the pillow on the mat, and lowered herself down on it, her ass facing me and cunt exposed as she drew her legs up. She turned her head to the side and gave me a smiling glance. Her smooth white ass was round, stretched enticingly wide, the dark ring of her anus hovering above the spread lips of her cunt. No extra invitation was needed. I mounted her in an instant, feeling my prick enter her from behind, my hands reaching for her boobs, my mouth on her neck, the smell of her hair in my nose. At this stage it was all of just a few minutes of increasingly heated pounding before my testicles yielded up their fluids. I felt my balls pushing hard onto her cunt, my prick dishing up several strong spurts of semen into her. My mouth was clamped on her neck, and my pelvis still kept humping after all was done, although more slowly, just enjoying the feeling of rubbing my torso on her smooth backside. Her cunt continued to squeeze me too, a delightful coda, pulling the last drops of sperm out of me. I finally slid my cock out, and Rick tossed me a towel, which I used to wipe my sweaty forehead, and then my crotch. I sat back, hands around my knees, while Rick looked intensely at Lisa, her ass still spread out and exposed with her belly on the pillow. He came over and knelt at her backside, kissing each cheek with affection, and ran a finger along her labias' furrow. It glistened, wet and gooey. He stood up, prick out about forty-five degrees, balls hanging deep, and came over to me, pushing his cock in my face. I licked the tip of his prickhead, and pulled his foreskin back to expose the whole head, and took him in my mouth. It tasted like sperm, and his groin had an earthy, sweaty smell. Couple minutes of tonguing him and he was serious hard. I liked the feeling of his cock growing in my mouth. Lisa had turned her head, looking at us intently, while she ran a finger along her own crotch. Rick pulled his penis from my lips and knelt behind Lisa. He slowly pushed his member into her waiting cunt. Even though my own prick was dead limp, I shivered watching him enter, it was entrancing. His ass was firm, but his thighs had real heft, and they helped push his pelvis hard into her, saucers forming at his asscheeks while he worked in and out. He began with her face down on the mat, belly supported by the pillow, and ended that way too, but the next half an hour or so in between saw them cavort on the mat, in no need to hurry their pleasure. At one point he had pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He was on all fours over her and had moved his pelvis up to her head, where he dangled his prick into her mouth. I watched her take him in, his big balls splayed out to each side, and he fucked her mouth slowly and deliciously, one of her hands playing over his testicles, the other, I noticed, running over her own crotch, damp with my semen and her own fluids. At another point she had straddled him like she had done me, boobs drooping in front of his face while he suckled them, one at a time, and she ground her pelvis into him in a figure eight motion. Her hair had come loose from her pony tail and hung down over their coupling. Her head was down and it looked like she enjoyed watching his prick go in and out of her channel as she kept her eyes directed at their junction. She raised her head and her eyes found mine, and she gave me a sly look, her pleasure obvious. I could see her squeezing her cunt hard on him. She came the first time on top, lying full out on Rick's big body, her hips quivering and legs straightening out with the tension. She curled her pelvis into him and sighed. Finally he uncunted and positioned her back on her belly on the pillow, and then from a backside view I watched a good hard few minutes worth of spirited humping while he thrust his hips violently into her, a smacking sound coming from her ass as he pushed in and out. His big balls shuddered every time he thrust into her, she was taking it pretty hard. She had reached around with her hand and was fingering her cunt. She made some climax noises just before he came, her own ass quivering, her toes straightening. His legs finally tensed as he propelled a series of strong thrusts of semen into her. All then came to a quiet, as he collapsed on top of her, their legs unmoving, his mouth on her neck. We all finally toweled off, took showers and had a nice dinner served out on their back porch. We didn't mention our afternoon activities til wine after dinner, and I had to ask. "So, you guys obviously rigged up this whole thing, right?" Lisa had changed into a long, loose cotton tee-shirt type dress, her breasts soft and outlined in the light fabric. "I mean, the thong exhibition?" I said, my eyes directed at Lisa, "And the way you came up behind me with your challenge?" turning to Rick. They looked at each other. "I had a notion you had wrestled," Rick finally said. "Lisa got a good feeling about how you held yourself at the pub." "And you handled Rick's opening gambit with grace enough," went Lisa. "That pub is one of our faves downtown and we hadn't gone there looking for anything. You just looked promising. Not something we do that often, but it turned out fine." She and Rick shared another long gaze. I had no complaints. We finished our wine and called it an early night, as I had to catch an 8:30 flight the next morning, and we all were, I think, beat. I was put up in their second bedroom, but despite my fatigue couldn't get to sleep easily, my mind rerunning the events of the afternoon. I listened carefully to see if my housemates were going to have another little sexual session again in their bedroom, but I didn't hear anything. I finally drifted off to sleep, my penis reminding me of our afternoon's activities and wishing I had had Rick's luck to climax twice. What would it have been like to have him suck me? And then later plunge my cock deep into Lisa as a second course? I shivered with desire. I awoke when it was still dark out, way before dawn. A pair of hands was caressing my prick through the light sheet covering me, my cock stiff and getting stiffer as my senses roused themselves. My waking was intuited, as a hand came up to my mouth, a finger resting over my lips, a sign to stay silent. The hands slipped the sheet off and slid off my knickers, and a soft mouth with a darting tongue was next on my prick, Lisa tickling my prickhead to attention. All senses now alert, the most extraordinary adventure began. She was deliberate and would tease me stiff until my hips were squirming, then she would shift her attention elsewhere, licking up and down my inner thighs, or dangling her breasts over my face, until my erection had eased some of its insistent calling. Then she would begin again on my penis, slowly rolling my prickhead in her mouth, running her tongue up and down my shaft. She paid particular attention to my testicles, nuzzling them while her tongue darted around my perineum, and I pulled my legs up to give her better access in the dark, her mouth taking my balls one by one, then both together, circling them, and providing them warm, soft, wet kisses. In contrast to the afternoon, I could barely make her out in the dark, catching a shadowy look at a breast only now and again. Towards the end, facing my feet, she straddled my face with her crotch, giving me a taste, clean from her earlier shower, of her labia and cunt, damp, musky, delightful, all the while playing with my prick with hands or mouth in a sixty-nine. Finally I could hold off no longer, and she pressed her mons into my face while pumping her mouth up and down on my shaft, sucking my prickhead with energy, and I thrust strongly into her mouth a good six or seven times. She had dallied with my groin long enough that the volume must have been significant, despite my ejaculation into her earlier. I lay still, her cunt resting on my face, while she continued to suck, gently rubbing my balls and milking the last oozings of semen out of me. A Wrestling Prelude to Pleasure She rose slowly, putting a finger again on my mouth so as not to speak, and then gave me a long, languorous kiss, my sperm on her breath, and just as silently as she had entered, she left the room. I drifted off back to sleep, my groin with that wonderful warm, overworked fatigue that comes with a good climax. Up early the next morning, a quick workmanlike breakfast with the two of them, a gathering of my belongings and a quick goodbye to Lisa, she showing no signs of her nocturnal visit, and Rick delivered me easy as pie to the airport. It was not until after I had gone through security, gotten myself some coffee and was sorting through my carry-on luggage when I noticed a bulge in one of my laptop carrier's unused pouches. I unzipped it to find a red thong with a note attached. Involuntarily, I sniffed the thong, and it could not have come from anyone else but Lisa. The smell reminded me of where my cock had been the afternoon before and my penis twitched in pleasure. Then remembering where I was, I looked around in alarm to see if anyone had noticed what I had just done. "My dear John," went the note. "Splendid weekend, many thanks for the memories. Do look us up if you are ever back in Melbourne. Please accept this with my regards. Kisses, Lisa." She must have secreted it in my bag during the night before wakening me. It had her email and other contact info. I gazed off in the distance and made promises in my head to comply.