6 comments/ 34215 views/ 11 favorites An Observed Threesome Pt. 01 By: harryflashman1970 This is my first story on Literotica. This first part rather sets the scene. Just to confirm: all sexual activity described is between consenting adults of 18 or over. ***** A roaring alarm in Neil Paul's brain told him that it was probably best for him to be leaving the School Alumni Reunion party. He'd foolishly accepted a dance offer from Michelle Dawes. Within minutes, she'd expertly ground herself onto his groin with such skill that her actions were completely invisible to anyone not watching closely. "Why Mr Paul, I do believe you're getting rather excited?" Michelle giggled into his ear. As a former Sixth Former, at the traditional private girls' school where he worked, she'd been one of the worst behaved girls in recent history. Caught having sex on two separate school trips as well as much rumoured lesbian trysts in the boarding house. He'd always been able to handle her when their paths had infrequently crossed with a few dismissive put downs. She'd been after all just a silly little slut. But she was twenty five now and he was suddenly feeling out of his depth. "Mmm yes, I think your just about done sir?" Michelle whispered artfully reaching down, cupping his balls, and then for what must have been seconds, but felt like an hour, she caressed his cock with a stroke of one long finger. He hardened to his full intensity in those stolen moments. It was easily the most erotic thing that had happened to him in the last eighteen rather sexless months since the slow breakdown and eventual break-up of his relationship. Neil broke away as soon as the dance was over, flushing dark red and strode in the opposite direction to Michelle who strutted over to her friend Claire King, who was half glaring/half laughing at Michelle's conduct from the edge of the dance floor. Neil had to leave! He looked around, thankful that no one seemed to have noticed what had just happened. God he was horny and if he had another drink inside him and she did that again, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He shuddered at the possible consequences. The school leadership did not take kindly to staff getting slaughtered and being propositioned by former students, even if they were in their mid-twenties. He'd lose his job for sure if anything remotely sexual was to occur. It was an exclusive girls' private school and the old bitch of a head was a law unto herself. He here he was, newly single and half cut desperately capable of doing something stupid. At least knowing he was vulnerable was the necessary armour. He slipped out of the main dance hall of the hotel, his cock still raging hard in protest. Retreat was the best course of action. Michelle Dawes! He had only been twenty five himself and newly arrived at the school, when she was a student. He remembered spending one ski trip trying to keep Michelle from leaving her room every night to go fuck anything that moved. How the hell hadn't she got expelled? It was something to do with her rich parents influence if he recalled correctly. She'd got worse if tonight was anything to judge by. He'd heard all sorts of rumours about her after she'd left school to go to university. The most intriguing was the she'd lap danced her way through college after falling out with her father who cut the money off. He bit his lip at the thought of that hour glass figure and those big fucking tits bouncing free in his lap. He inwardly cursed himself. That was doing nothing for his erection! Interestingly, it was still Claire King trying to keep her friend under control all these years later he noticed. These Alumni reunion dinners were more trouble than they were worth. With luck the next time he saw them both they'd be fat middle aged mothers! Those he could handle. Thank God Mrs Shepherd, the Headteacher, had slipped off to bed early, she'd have been furious at his antics on the dance floor, faultless as he was. Of course the worst thing about these London Alumni parties was that you had to stay over. A real waste of money, but that old bitch Shepherd was determined to outdo the Alumni events of the "so called rival schools" as she dismissively called them. He'd have up to be up at 9 for a bloody breakfast before the boat trip on the Thames! What a weekend... He didn't notice Michelle's eyes following him as he left. "Sneaking off to bed I see! We'll give him five minutes and then we'll surprise him! I saw his room number earlier when he got his keys out of his pocket when he answered his phone." Michelle giggled half dragging Claire to follow their erstwhile teacher. "How do you mean surprise him? God it was bad enough when you felt the poor man's dick! Get off me Michelle. We're not going anywhere!" Claire succeeded in stopping her friend physically if not killing the intention. "Oh Claire! You had such a crush on him in the Sixth Form. You would have killed to have felt that cock! I had him hard in seconds!" Michelle grinned her old evil smile. Claire looked at Michelle with wide eyes. She'd not seen her for the best part of three years and she was as mad as ever! She found herself bemused that it taken only a few drinks for her to fall back into being Michelle's reluctant partner in crime. As if they were eighteen again. "I'd love to catch him unawares! See that fucking cock for real." Michelle hissed. "Michelle! People will hear!" Claire exclaimed. "Come on, we're getting you a coffee to sober up, you're mental!" She led her reluctant friend away from the dance floor. Twenty minutes later and Neil was now lying naked in his bed, painfully hard and trying to sleep. It was no good! He picked up the IPad and began to search for something appropriate and a moment later he was gently stroking himself off to an online porn scene. Thank God for hotel Wi-Fi! Naturally it was two twentysomethings and a slightly older man; both girls were on their knees gently taking it in turns to lick the engorged helmet of the guy's cock. The brunette - a big titted slut - resembled Michelle, whilst the blonde was a dead ringer for Claire. Both had the submissive doe eyed look that one only seemed to find in porn films. The video was 60 minutes long and Neil resolved to hold off cumming until the end of the film. It was difficult as they were talking dirty, which was a real turn on for him. The girls were now on Mr. Paul's floor and Michelle counted off the numbers of the rooms, until they got to 13. How the hell had this happened Claire thought! It reminded her of that ski trip in the sixth form when eighteen year old Michelle had sneaked off to the instructor's chalet. She'd been gone for so long that Claire been worried enough to go out to find her. Trudging through the snow she'd found the Instructor's lodge. How could she not know where it was? Michelle had found every excuse possible to go there in the few days they'd been there, much to the fury of Mrs Shepherd who was leading the school party. Peering through the window there'd been an image that was as clear now as it had been there. Claire had seen her friend getting taken doggy style on a rug in front of a roaring fire. She remembered his muscled torso and thick trunk dick, glistening from Michelle's juices, pummelling mercilessly into her friend. Instinctively, Michelle had looked up at the window and seen Claire. Claire remembered her winking and then mouthing two words at her: "Join Us". For a second she'd been soooo tempted and then common sense kicked in and she found herself running back to the hotel, the snow blowing in her face doing nothing to cool her cheeks. What the hell was she doing following her now? "We're here!" Michelle pouted. "Mr Paul's room!" Claire was suddenly fearful. "Come on Michelle, this was fun, but it's silly now, we need to get back to the party. It'll be really embarrassing." Michelle grinned. "I want to see that cock." "But he'll be asleep now, come on! This is embarrassing." Michelle looked at her friend suddenly serious and sober. "You go then, but I'm seeing that cock. And I'll tell you something else. In these older hotels what do you notice about the doors?" "I don't know?" "Well, they don't automatically lock like in a modern hotel, which means that if tipsy Mr Paul has just staggered up here, he might not have locked the door when he came in." Michelle reached for the door handle and gently turned it. Claire felt a moment of true ambivalence: wanting it to be locked, but secretly wishing it to be open. The handle turned silently in Michelle's hand she opened the door to reveal a tiny crack before closing it again. "It's open!" Claire exclaimed obviously. A feeling of guilt rippled across her as she realised how pleased she was and how furious Richard, her boyfriend would be if he could see her. "Now for my next trick!" Michelle walked down the corridor and turned off the light switch. Suddenly they were in pitch darkness. Creeping back, she whispered to her friend. "It's time to see our ex-teacher. There'll be no light from out here to let him know we're coming." Michelle opened the door of the room again silently and Claire felt her heart beating like a drum and her ears pounding with excitement. She couldn't believe what she was doing. The room was in darkness except for some hazy faint light. There was a sound of people having sex that she quickly realised was coming from a television or IPad. It was too tinny to be genuine. She felt her pussy suddenly dampen and her cheeks redden. As they crept through the bedroom they came upon the master bed with a naked Mr Paul lying on it. He was watching what Claire guessed was a porn film, one hand stroking his angry, hard looking cock (thicker and a bit bigger, she noticed guiltily, than Richard's) whilst the other held his IPad. His face, lit by the white light, was in deep concentration. He stroked his cock and grunted gently on each thrust. The girls were covered in darkness and he was oblivious to their presence. Claire held her breath as she wondered what would happen next... An Observed Threesome Pt. 02 (All sexual activities described in this story take place between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.) ***** Claire could sense rather than see Michelle smile as Mr. Paul, her ex-teacher, lay on the bed stroking himself off to some seedy porn video on his iPad. He cock was hard and almost snarling in his hand as he tugged himself watching his skin show. They were hidden in the darkness of his hotel room that they'd snuck into for a joke. Those stolen seconds of watching him tug himself seemed to last forever, until her friend decided it was time to take control. "Well, well Mr. Paul! It seems Claire and I have the wrong room!" Michelle pouted in a little girl lost voice that failed to disguise its mocking tone. Neil Paul's eyes left the screen to see the two girls standing in the darkness. He gave a startled yelp and jumped up as if burned and the iPad flew into the air, spinning away from him. Michelle reached from the darkness and caught it, like a bird snatching a fish. "Michelle? Claire! What the hell are you two doing here!" he attempted to sound strict and authoritative, like he did in class, but instead it was a strained and embarrassed whisper. Michelle looked at the iPad. The brunette in the video, that strongly resembled her, was giving a whore like blow job. "You want to cum in my face don't you? Well you're going to need to fuck me first." The slut in the video said. Michelle walked over to the desk opposite the bed and placed the iPad upright so they could all clearly see the online threesome. Neil realised that he was still slowly stroking himself as she did this. Michelle looked at him with an undisguised wanton hunger, whilst a startled Claire had raised a clenched fist to her mouth, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from the slow jerking of his cock. Michelle stepped forward a pace and he instinctively stepped back, "Mr. Paul?" she whispered. "Yes Michelle?" he whispered back. "You're really a disgusting little pervert aren't you?" his eyes fell so he was staring at the cock in his hand. He seemed unable to stop tugging himself. "You'd like me to do to you, what she's doing to him wouldn't you?" she asked. He looked at her and then over her shoulder at the slut on the iPad, down on her knees, deep throating some lucky bastard. There was a silence as he looked into her eyes. "Yes." He felt his cock jerk in his hand. "I thought so. Claire's just going to sit in that armchair there and watch the show. She's a little bit shy you know." Claire found herself flouting like a ghost to the chair opposite the bed and adjacent to the desk where the iPad was propped. She put her handbag down. She couldn't remember ever being as wet in her whole life. Meanwhile Michelle was slowly stepping out of her dress to reveal an exquisite black bra, knickers and suspenders. Her body was tightly muscled. Mr. Paul looked on in a dream, still tugging his hard cock. "Actually Claire, before you get comfortable, I do need your help. I'd like you to take my bra off, so Mr. Paul can see the tits he was gauping at all night in all their glory. You do want to see my tits don't you Mr. Paul?" "Yes, Michelle." Neil croaked. The formality of her calling him Mr. Paul was just perfect. In a dream state Claire found herself getting up and unfastening Michelle's bra. Mr. Paul gasped as Michelle's large breasts firmly fell from their confinement. She was easily a double D cup and she was right, he had been gauping at them all night. She cupped her tits in her hands. "Just to be sure Mr. Paul, tell me what you'd like me to do now." Michelle asked commandingly. She'd kept her heels on and she was as tall as him now as he stood naked in front of her. There was a silence that seemed to last forever, "I'd like you suck my cock." He whispered. "Well good. I guess I'll be your slut for you." Michelle's slowly dropped down to her knees so her head was parallel with his groin. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the helmet of his cock. Neil let out a long groan which increased as she took the whole of his cock head and began sucking and rocking, back and forth with a whore like motion. The suction she managed to generate was incredible. He found himself watching Michelle staring up at him like the submissive girl in the porn video. She was playing with her tits, cupping them and tweeking the nipples like a whore. He felt his knees begin to weaken with the sheer pleasure of the blow job so he sat on the edge of the bad and reached down to her big tits. They were tanned (the slut must sunbathe topless) and firm despite their size. He caressed them at first before pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Claire sat spellbound at the erotic scene before her. She was so wet that the gusset of her thong was now utterly sodden. She could feel her nipples harden almost painfully as her friend deep throated their former teacher. Mr. Paul was swearing with appreciative grunts as he face fucked Michelle in tandem with the slut on the video. Suddenly Michelle stopped, his cock making an audible pop as is slipped out her hot mouth. "We've got all night Mr. Paul and I can't have you cumming too soon. It's time for you to get on your knees now and be my little slut." Getting up she sat on the end of bed and opened her legs. In a dreamlike state Neil swapped places and was on his knees on the floor looking up at her. "Now Mr. Paul, I want you to pull my panties down and suck my cunt until I cum. Can you do that?" Neil nodded, and in his eagerness yanked down the panties until they fell to the ankles of her high heeled shoes. Her pussy was shaved utterly and was already leaking juice. He leant forward to lick but Michelle suddenly readjusted, leaning backwards so that her tight tiny arse was exposed too. "I want you to lick me in slow deliberate strokes from my asshole, through my cunt to my clit. When I want it done quicker I'll tell you. Do it right and don't fuck it up and I'll make what follows even better. Do you understand Mr. Paul?" This time he didn't answer because he'd already started licking. First the asshole, that was already covered in her pussy juice and then steadily parting the lips of her pussy (it was at that moment that he realised that he'd not even kissed her!) up to her button like clit. She tasted unbelieveably sweet. "That's it fuck me with your tongue Mr. Paul. Lick my asshole and lick my cunt." Michelle voice wavered in her pleasure and she gyrated her hips so her cunt rose and fell on him like a wave, giving him little pockets of air before her ass and cunt consumed him again. "That's it, lick my asshole and cunt. Lick my asshole and cunt! You fucking slut. You've wanted this your whole life. Lick it! Worship my ass and cunt you little bitch. That's a good boy. Are you enjoying the show Claire?" Michelle's hand was on the back of Mr. Paul's head and she subtly guided him as if riding a horse. Claire was literally too shocked to speak, and stared blankly back at her friend. "I know how wet your cunt must be Claire. Would you like to play with your clit too, while you watch me getting fucked?" Michelle said in her taunting voice. "I can't Michelle." Claire was horrified how much her voice sounded like a moan. 'What would Richard say?" "Who cares what your boring boyfriend would say? But if it makes it easier I promise you no one will make you fuck anyone. You'll just be masturbating. You don't think Richard masturbates?" she patted Mr. Paul's head "not too fast now sir." "Not like this though?" Claire could feel her resolve weakening. She was so turned on. "Come on Claire. I want you to pull down your thong and walk across here and give it to me. If it's not wet, you can put it back on and leave the room, because obviously this little show is doing nothing for you." Michelle rocked her head forward into Mr. Paul's mouth and grunted with obvious relish, pulling her former teacher's hair in encouragement, before looking back at Claire. "However," and she paused for what seemed to Claire an age, "if that fucking thong is wet, you're going to sit in that chair, open your fucking legs and wank that clit for me, while Mr. Paul sucks me off. Do you fucking understand Claire?" Claire's face turned crimson, shocked at how aroused the harsh words made her, "Yes, Michelle." "Well take off that fucking thong and walk over here and give it to me." Michelle snarled. Claire found she was almost sobbing as she slipped the thong down her legs and into her hands. She silently walked over to the bed, where she could hear Mr. Paul sucking and slurping away at her friend's ass, cunt and clit. "Give it to me you slut." Michelle hissed, smiling at Claire. Michelle felt the sodden scrap of fabric in her hand. "As I thought, they're even wetter than my cunt." She raised the thong to her face to smell Claire's girly scent. "Okay. You know what you need to do." Claire returned to the armchair and rested her legs on the armrests as she sat down. The room could also be part of a suite and there was a connecting door adjacent to the armchair that was slightly ajar that no one had noticed... Claire gave her friend one last imploring look. "Don't make me do this." Claire begged in a tiny voice. "No one's making you do anything you don't want to do Claire." Michelle whispered. "If you want to go, you can put on your pants and fuck off back to your room. But you don't want to go, do you Claire?" Claire bit her lip. Michelle was right and she found herself slowly lifting her skirt and showing her friend her nicely shaved pussy. On the screen of the iPad, the Blonde girl who resembled her was now being fucked from behind with deep strokes, her head was buried in the cunt of the brunette who resembled Michelle. "That's a beautiful little girl. Now I want you to play with your little clit you slut. Play with yourself for me Claire." Michelle's eyes flashed as she issued her commands, her hip gyrating into the willing face of her erstwhile teacher. Claire's eyes never left Michelle's as she slowly reached down and stroked herself. She almost lost a finger in her pussy, she was so wet. She moaned as trailed her finger to her clit and rubbed herself with an initial tenderness that rapidly progressed into a hard forceful rubbing. "Oh Fuck! That feels so good Michelle." She moaned. "Do you feel like a slut Claire?" Michelle asked, she grinded her cunt harder onto the face of Mr. Paul. "Yes, I do." "I've wanted to see you wank for me for so long Claire. I knew you were a slut. What are you Claire?" "I'm a little slut Michelle." "No Claire. You are fucking little slut, and you are my fucking little slut and you are going to discover so much about yourself tonight. I promise." Michelle mused momentarily about the noise that they'd been making but she hadn't for one moment imagined the effect that she, Claire and Mr. Paul had been having on the occupant on their immediate neighbour... Mrs. Shepherd was fifty years old and of a matronly stature with huge breasts that she covered in the kind of outfits Mrs. Thatcher had worn in the mid 1980s. A widow of two years she hadn't had sex since her husband died and the noises from next door had driven her to distraction. Her first instinct had been one of cold fury. As Headmistress of the school where Mr. Paul worked she knew exactly whose room it was as she had personally overseen where all the staff attending the Alumni event would be staying. She couldn't believe he was having intercourse with not one, but two of the old girls! The language they were using! That one of them was Michelle Dawes she could well believe, that little hussy had only stayed in the Sixth Form because her father had paid for the theatre to be refurbished. But for Claire King to be involved too? Claire King who had been Head Girl? It was disgusting. The connecting door she realised was slightly ajar, that was why there was so much noise. They obviously lacked the wit to even close it! She was tempted to go in and shout at all three of them, but she quickly realised this would only cause a scene, and a scene she couldn't guarantee that she could control. Young Michelle had been blatantly scornful of her authority when she'd been a schoolgirl. She doubted very much if her scoldings would have any impact on the twenty five year old whore she'd grown into. There was only one thing for it, Mrs. Shepherd resolved. She'd have to creep up and close the door. Perhaps if she put her portable radio on to Radio 4 she might drown out the foul excesses of Mr. Paul and co. She always knew he couldn't be trusted! She would be dealing with him on Monday! She tip toed out of her bed in the darkness towards the door. She suddenly felt extremely hot and she was distressed to feel her vagina was extremely wet. She was disgusted with herself! Before she knew what she was doing she was peeking through the gap in the door that connected her room to Mr. Paul's... Neil had been listening to Michelle coercing Claire into masturbating for her. He was desperate to see Claire's pussy. Michelle had always been the one who got the boys, but Claire was the prettiest out of the two of them and he guessed she could have pretty much anyone she wanted. But even at school she'd been into long term dull boyfriends from his hazy recollection. He doubted she was any different now. Sensing that the quickest way to see the new brazen Claire was to make Michelle cum he had sped up his action: rimming Michelle's ass, sucking her pussy and almost chewing her clit in a frenzied cycle. Michelle felt like a conductor as her orgasm begin to rise from within. Claire's hand meanwhile was now a blur as she rubbed herself desperately. "How far are you off from cumming Claire?" Michelle asked. Claire didn't answer. "Not very long at all the way you are going. You desperate little slut! Still, I can talk! Oh my God, Mr. Paul, you're going to make me come right now if I don't stop you!" And with that Michelle pushed herself from his mouth and rolled back on the bed, she swung back putting both feet on his chest and pushing him down so he was lying on the carpeted floor. His mouth and face covered in her juice. His cock angrily thrusting up to his navel. "Look at that cock Claire. Crawl over here with me and help me suck it." "But Michelle, I'm in a relationship with Richard." Claire whined, whilst still stroking her cunt and clit. "Oh for fuck's sake Claire, crawl over here now! I guarantee you'll spend the rest of your dull life wanking yourself about this one amazing experience. Come on, have a night off from being little Ms Sensible. I can't suck this cock on my own. Come on, fucking get over now you slut!" Something clicked in Claire and she suddenly found herself shrugging of her dress and throwing it into the corner. "And the bra you little cunt." Michelle snapped. Immediately Claire was unfastening her bra and her pert tits caught the light of the iPad's pornographic glare. She climbed out of the chair and crawled over until she was face to face with Michelle, who by now had the base of Mr. Paul's cock in her hand. Michelle looked him in the eye. "What do you want to say to Claire, Mr. Paul?" Neil looked at the two barebreasted sluts in front of him, and glanced at the two sluts getting fucked on the iPad that they resembled. This was too surreal! He smiled at the girls, Michelle confident and knowing and Claire almost drugged with previously untapped arousal. "Suck it you fucking slut" he barked at Claire, who flinched and then nodded at the inevitability of his statement, and then, turning back to Michelle, he snarled, "And you get back on my fucking face I've not finished eating your cunt." Michelle grinned and she straddled him as she watched her friend lower her mouth and begin sucking the cock like the whore that she always suspected was there under the goodie two shoes facade. Squatting on his face Michelle bent down to join her friend in sucking her formers teacher's cock in a tandem of rabid frenzy. Claire seemed ill inclined to share however, much to her satisfaction. Michelle noted with interest that Claire's one hand held Mr. Paul's cock whilst with the other she continued to frig her cunt with a desperation she'd thought impossible from her staid friend. "That's it, suck it slut! You don't suck it like a pornstar for your precious Richard do you Claire?" Michelle goaded. Claire was diving down almost to the base of his cock. Sucking the shaft with an almost unbearable pressure, especially on the helmet. And then contrasting that with what felt like a hundred blur like licks on his helmet, before diving down again. He thought Michelle had given the best blow job ever, but Claire was easily as good. "No, no I don't normally give blow jobs." Claire whimpered breaking off, as Michelle leant forward to kiss her. "Oh Michelle!" Claire gasped as she broke away and went back down on Mr. Paul, who irritated at the break in his blow job, grabbed the back of her head and proceeded to face fuck her with some force. Michelle by now was rubbing her cunt and ass over his face in a whoreish grind, closing her eyes in delight at the moans emanating from her helpless ex-teacher and her best friend from school. They were both hers now. Mrs. Shepherd meanwhile was now on all fours peering through the crack in the door staring intently at the bed. Her sensible Mummy pants were around her knees and her long nightdress had been pushed up to her middle. One of her large breasts was poking out of her nightdress, the nipple tight and harder than it had been for a decade. She was from a different generation so her vagina was covered with a thick healthy bush - she'd been shocked by the shaved vaginas of both the girls - and two of her fingers were frigging her frankly drenched canal with a relentless rhythm. For the first time in a long time she felt truly alive as pleasure permeated every part of her body. She'd forgotten how it felt to feel such animal lust. What was that girl doing now? Mrs. Shepherd thought as Michelle suddenly climbed off her former teacher leaving him gasping like a fish? Michelle took Claire by the hand and dragged her to the bed. "I'm sorry Mr. Paul, but I need to take Claire in hand now. She's been such a little whiney bitch about fucking that I need to really show her how to behave. I might need you to help in a minute, but for now you're going to sit in that armchair." Neil grinned. "Whatever you say miss." Mrs. Shepherd stared as the naked Mr. Paul walked towards her, if he looked down he was sure to see her staring at him, if the light reflected off her eyes. She'd never noticed how muscled he was and handsome. His cock, glistening from the attention it had received, was like a wet club. Regardless of the danger of discovery she rubbeded herself hard as she watched transfixed as his cock bounced up to his naval as he made the brief journey from the bed to the armchair. Claire was looking at Michelle with a kind of bewilderment. "What the hell do you want now Michelle?" Michelle slapped her friend across the face. "Don't you dare you speak to me like that you little bitch. I'll tell you what I fucking want! Lie on that bed, and open you fucking legs. I'm going to lick that unworthy cunt until you cum like your precious Richard has never made you cum. Do you understand you slut?" Claire found herself being pushed onto the bed and she suddenly could feel Michelle's breath on her pussy and then it was a mist of pleasure as Michelle alternated between sucking and licking her cunt. None of her boyfriends had ever been keen on oral sex so she was unprepared for the pleasure. She couldn't believe she was having lesbian sex! Her clit was receiving special attention and Claire found herself swearing with the pleasure. Michelle drew her head and and spat on Claire's cunt. An Observed Threesome Pt. 02 "You're a nasty bitch!" Michelle screamed! "But, I'm not!" Claire found herself whining! "Do nice girls do this you fucking whore?" Michelle spat on her friends cunt again and then with what seemed like an endless tongue violated her. "Oh fuck,oh fuck" Claire found herself gasping. "Ah! Ah Ah Ah Ahhh!" "Oh God! Fuck me with you mouth! Fuck me Michelle!" Neil Paul lacked the patience for Michelle's invitiation and Claire suddenly found the mattress give as he climbed on the bed. She opened her eyes to see his cock hanging above her head like a guillotine. "Claire? Is this the most slutty thing you've ever done?" He asked her conversationally. "Yes, Mr. Paul." she whimpered. It couldn't be long now before she came. Michelle tongue was like a snake or an eel. She gasped as she was rimmed for the first time in her life. It felt so horrifyingly wrong and for a moment she thought of Richard and what he would say if he could see her. Grunting like some primitive whore as this slut licked her asshole she decided that she didn't care. Mrs. Shepherd felt the first orgasm that she'd had in the twenty first century almost rip her apart with pleasure. Her left leg was suddenly drenched and she realised that she'd actually ejaculated. She stopped touching herself and took a deep breath and then began playing with herself again. One orgasm was no going to be enough. So wet was her vagina that the suction noises would be have been noticeable if the three of them hadn't been making so much noise. She longed to get up and join them... "Would you like to suck my cock baby." Mr. Paul asked, stroking Claire's hair from her eyes. "Please Mr. Paul. I need to suck your cock." Claire gasped. Neil began slowly face fucking her, but it was a difficult as she was writhing so much from Michelle's attentions. He watched her face contort with pleasure, eyes tight shut as she sucked his length, she was moments from cumming. Michelle sensed it too and she suddenly stopped licking pulling her head away. Claire moaned with such loss and desperation that she stopped sucking his cock to complain. "Michelle! I need to cum! Please!" Michelle was off her knees and was on the bed next to Mr. Paul smiling down at her friend like a cat. "Oh, you'll cum don't worry, but I want to cum first!" Michelle lowered her cunt onto Claire's face who for the first time in her life sucked and licked another women. Claire's hand returned to her clit to replace Michelle's tongue. "Oh, I don't think you'll need to do that. Not with Mr. Paul here to fuck you!" Neil grinned at Michelle's evil face and jumped off the mattress to the end of the bed where Claire legs lay open like a gate. He placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. But Michelle, stopped him. "I think she should beg for it first. Do you want Mr. Paul to fuck you to orgasm Claire? Or do you want to save that cunt for your precious Richard?' She lifted her cunt from her friend's face so that Claire could speak. "Fuck me. Fuck me Mr. Paul. I need to cum. I need to fucking cum!" almost all restraint had gone. Neil slid into her tight cunt in one thrust and her moan was drowned out as Michelle again sat on her face. He realised that this was the last act now and he fucked her with the abandonment of an animal. Hard and relentless strokes. He leant forward and took one of Michelles's large tits in his mouth and began to suck and bite the nipples. Michelle seemed finally satisfied with the arrangements and was the first of them to orgasm nosily on Claire's face. "I'm nearly there you slut. Harder with that tongue! Harder with that tongue! You love it, come on make me cum, you fucking bitch make me fucking cum. You fucking bitch! Ah yeah. Yes, yes. Yes! Ah! I'm cumming! Fuck am I cumming!" Michelle screamed. The sight of Michelle's orgasm and her tits bouncing with the exertion took Neil to the brink. He was fucking Claire so hard that that the slap of his balls on her ass was all the he could hear. Balls deep he thought. Michelle had slipped off the bed, but he was not be distracted. "You like that slut" he snarled at Claire. "You ever been fucked so hard. Does your precious Richard fuck you this hard?" "Nooooooooooooo! Oh just fuck me, just fuck me, just fuck me." Claire wailed. Mrs. Shepherd whispered under her breath "Fuck that slut Mr. Paul. Fuck that slut." She had three finger in her cunt whilst her thumb strummed her clit. Her knees ached, crouching like a peeping tom, but there was nothing on earth that could have persuaded her to turn away. "Oh god! Take my fucking cock you slut." "Fuck me! I'm yours to fuck. Just fucking don't stop fucking me. Come on Fuck me!" Claire couldn't believe the filth that she was shouting. Michelle hurried back to the bed with the iPad. The video was near its completion and the blonde that resembled Claire was preparing for her facial as the brunette that resembled Michelle egged on the stud whose cock dominated the screen. "I think you should finish it like this Mr. Paul. Cum in this sluts face!" Michelle goaded. Neil glanced at the screen and smiled in acknowledgement. Claire looked up to see the climax of the film burning from the iPad screen. The blonde was now negotiating ropes of sperm that were slashing across her face. "What? No!' she yelped. No one has ever cum on my face before! That's too much!" Richard had once broached the subject and she'd said no. It was so demeaning. "Don't you dare! Don't -" Mr. Paul silenced her with a series of rapid hard thrusts. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Claire wailed as she saw the blonde on the iPad covered in spunk, pouting like a whore! She suddenly realised that this was her fate too, and the last shreds of her reserve left her and she welcomed it. "Cum on my face. Cum on my face. Cum on my fucking face you fucking bastard! I'm your slut! I'm your slut!" Ejaculating on a woman's face! Mrs. Shepherd had never heard of anything so perverse in her life! Surely Mr. Paul wouldn't? Was this what sex was like nowadays? She plunged a fourth finger into her vagina. She was so near to coming again! Michelle had put down the iPad and was now standing behind Mr. Paul. "Ok, pull out of that slut's cunt now!" she commanded. Mr. Paul did as he was told, his cock twitching like a snake was suddenly in the grasp of Michelle's hand. "Right, I'm going to help you cum all over this slut's face! That's what you want isn't it Claire? You want cum all over your fucking face!" "Cum on my face please Mr. Paul. I'm your little whore. Fucking do it!" Claire wailed. Michelle's hand was pulling Mr. Paul's cock back and forth with a fearsome rhythm. "What did you say slut?" Michelle screamed at her friend. "Cum on my face!" Claire fingers were back on her clit and she wanked herself faster than she'd ever done in her life. "Cum on my fucking face! Cum on my fucking face! I want to feel you cum on my fucking face. I'm your slut!" Neil was in a state of near utter bliss as he finally erupted streams of cum. Michelle like a fireman aimed the jets for Claire's face. Claire began laughing manically as the cum and finally her orgasm consumed her. "Oh God, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" she cried rubbing her clit like a somekind of sex addict. Her face was covered in cum. She had never felt so wanton and whoreish in her entire life. All three of them collapsed on the bed and Michelle knelt down and licked the cum off Mr. Paul's cock and when that was done she began to lick the cum of Claire's face, whose eyes were closed in rapt concentration savouring the orgasm that was slowly fading. Mrs. Shepherd had also reached orgasm with them and she had been forced to bury her face in the carpet to stifle her moans as the greatest climax she had ever experienced reverberated around her body like a forgotten song. "You enjoy that sluts?" Michelle asked conversationally. "Oh my God yes!" Mr. Paul smiled surveying the scene of prime tits and ass. Claire was still stroking her clit. Eyes tightly shut she sensed where Michelle was and kissed her cum as they gently played with Mr. Paul's cum in their mouths. "We need to do this again. And soon." Claire finally said as she opened her eyes and stared at Michelle and Mr. Paul, blinking the cum from her eyes.