12 comments/ 255079 views/ 29 favorites Wendy Celebrates The School Pantomime By: Hopebeach A previous story which has been edited and spruced up a bit! You might remember Wendy?? (Hopebeach) Wendy celebrates the school Pantomime. 'Oh no it isn't.' Oh yes it is.' Oh no it isn't.' Oh yes it is.' The audience screamed at Robin Hood up on the stage as the pantomime cow behind him waddled about the stage, its udders swinging to and fro with great gusto. At last, of course, Robin looked round and, surprise, surprise, spotted the cow and looked suitably shocked. 'What an earth are you doing here, Daisy?' Robin shouted at the animal. 'It's milking time, Robin, and there's no-one at the farm to do it---do you think you could milk me today--I'm really bursting,' and the audience shouted their encouragement, egging on the new plot. The children's show had been earlier in the day, but now the audience was restricted to the local village adults, and certain lines in the script had been 'adjusted' to add to the fun. 'Robin' knew exactly how it went as 'he' had written it. 'He' naturally was the leading lady in the cast--a statuesque woman in her late thirties, still with a magnificent figure, and using the opportunity to show it off to its most wonderful advantage. Her Sherwood Forest uniform was a very short, green tunic, reaching only to just below the tops of her legs, to show off her magnificent thighs, and tight across her breasts to accentuate the contours of the two firm mounds She was also wearing high-heeled green boots finishing just above the knee and, of course, the three-cornered green hat over her short, dark hair. She looked magnificently sexy. 'Do you think I should milk poor old Daisy, everybody?' and there was just Daisy and Robin on the little stage. 'Yeeeeeessss!,' and the noise could be heard at the other end of the village. 'Do you really think I should milk her?' 'Yeeeeeees,' they screamed again. 'Oh, alright then.' Robin was actually Wendy, a married woman of 38, with three children, and her husband was the end half of Daisy, so she had no qualms about giving the village audience something to shout about. She rubbed her hands as she walked round to the rear of the cow— 'Must warm my hands up a bit first, don't you think,' she laughed. She always turned heads whenever she went into the local shop, or picked the children up from school, and the local male population, of every age, often muttered to one another that they'd 'like to give her a good seeing-to' whenever she appeared. She well knew this, and this was her one night of the year when she could let herself go and give them some innocent fun, and tantalise them briefly in the jovial run up to Christmas. She stroked Daisy's backside and tail, and then she bent over, tantalisingly slowly, with her back to the audience, and the rear of her wonderful thighs came fully into view all the way up to the little green panties under the tunic. She placed the plastic bucket on the floor under the udders, and then made great play of gently feeling all round Daisy's milking 'equipment'. Wolf whistles emanated from all round the room, and Robin was caught up in the excitement and fun of it all, as she continued the gentle rubbing and then started to pull on the teats. Her hand strayed every now and then a little higher, to feel the 'manhood' that was her husband Jim in the rear of the cow. Although the marriage was going through a 'difficult' patch at present, she didn't want to miss the opportunity to have her fun, and keep the audience in a ribald state for a few minutes more, so Robin continued to milk the teats with one hand, while at the same time her other hand was gently but firmly running up and down the growing cock that she found in the material. 'Daisy's' backside swayed gently to the rhythm of the stroking, obviously enjoying the sensation, and the audience was becoming wilder by the minute. 'Do you think Daisy's had enough milking, everybody?' and you can imagine the reaction from the village hall. 'Shall I carry on a bit longer, then?' As the crowd screamed more encouragement, Robin could hear a voice from the rear of the cow--- 'If you stop now, I'll break your bloody neck,' and Robin realised immediately that it wasn't the voice of her husband. Before Daisy had come onto the stage, Jim had realised what was likely to happen, and had swapped places with his colleague without giving the real reason. Sure enough, Robin had been playing with the cock of Jeff, a young man in his 20s, who lived in the village. He was big, muscular and handsome, and was home for Christmas from his job on the Scottish oil rigs. What to do now, thought Robin, suddenly shocked and excited by the realisation of what she'd been doing. She didn't have to think twice--here was an innocent opportunity to enjoy the feel of another cock, a young, vibrant cock, one that was growing all the time under her touch, and everybody in the room was joining in the fun--except perhaps her husband, of course. The young Jeff was obviously enjoying the sensation, and so Robin moved her hand and held the hard cock again, moving up and down in a sensuous fashion, all the time keeping up the pretence of the plot by pulling occasionally at the udders. Wendy was starting to feel a little randy herself, and her little pants under the green 'uniform' were beginning to feel damp as the moisture between her legs started to form. She had seen Jeff around the village since he was about 15 years old, and he had developed into a fine looking young man, rough and ready, and probably never short of women. Wendy's fine thighs opened a little more, giving a wonderful view of her thighs and green pants, and for a moment she grabbed the cock more tightly and just squeezed and squeezed, and then she thought she would have to let go for decency's sake. Robin stood up, looking very flushed as she turned to the audience and tried to carry on, and Daisy found it very difficult to move as she finally shuffled off the stage. More adult fun ensued but Robin found it hard to concentrate, as all she could think about was the feel of that wonderful cock in her hand--but she was married with three children and a pillar of the community, not known for being 'loose' or overly friendly--forget it, it's Christmas and only a bit of fun. The cast managed to get to the end of the Pantomime, and the audience gave them a number of standing ovations, and it was agreed that it all went very well. The adrenalin was flowing and everybody back-stage was buzzing, but Robin found it difficult to look Jeff in the eye when he grinned at her. 'Everybody over to the pub' someone shouted, and as it was only about 10o'clock it was agreed that a few drinks in the local village hostelry would be a suitable way to end the evening, and another success. All except Jim, of course, Wendy's husband. 'We've got to get back for the baby-sitter,' he piped up, obviously not wanting to go, and expecting Wendy to go back home with him. The star of the show, the writer and general dogsbody, was on cloud nine after so much effort, and the last thing she wanted was to go back home with her miserable sod of a husband to spend the rest of the evening with a cocoa and Match of the Day. A brief, embarrassing 'discussion' took place between the two of them in front of everyone else, and in the end Jim went off in a huff, his last words being---- 'Don't bloody wake me when you come in, then.' The pub, The Waterside Inn, was the only one in the village, and was a small, but homely, little place with low ceilings, a public bar and a snug, with a warm log fire glowing in the hearth. Everybody knew everybody else in this village establishment, and it was now very busy, a lot of the pantomime audience now enjoying a night-cap. The cast had not changed from their pantomime clothes, and they all piled into the dimly lit public bar in their costumes, to a huge round of applause from the 'locals', and the bar staff were rushed off their feet trying to satisfy the dozen or so thirsty new customers. They all shuffled around talking to one another and joking, and 'Robin' was drawing admiring glances from all round the pub, her superb thighs on view in the green high heeled boots, and her miniscule tunic, and she soon scoffed back the large brandy that someone had bought her. She was dying for the loo, and went into the even dimmer snug bar where the entrance to the toilets could be found. The snug was lit by little old candles on the window sills and on the rickety tables, and the 'seats' were old wooden benches with high backs and old cushions on them, to try and add a bit of comfort--it certainly was a 'snug' bar. Two old men, Tom and Bill, were sitting in one of the dark alcoves, on the wooden benches, enjoying their Saturday night pint and discussing their allotments as Wendy came out of the 'Ladies.' They had watched her grow up from a young girl in the village, and knew her to speak to on friendly and, very often, teasing terms, and as she was passing she stopped to say hello and pass a few minutes with them. 'You been in the Panto, then, young Wendy,' grinned Tom, as he eyed her lithe figure up and down. The two men were both widowers and lived close by, and the banter continued until Bill said, 'Old Tom is 68 today, you know Wendy, why don't you have a drink with us to celebrate his birthday.' 'Yes, you have a drink with me and Bill, you look as though you could do with something, after all that running about on the stage. Sit down and I'll get you one. What'll you have,' grinned Tom as he got up to go to the bar. 'Well, alright then, thank you, just one though. I'll have a brandy please,' smiled Wendy. They had insisted that she take a seat, so she had sat down next to Bill on the high-backed wooden bench, and carried on chatting while Tom fetched her drink. 'You looking very fetching tonight, young Wendy, what with them boots and all that,' chuckled Bill, and Wendy blushed and tried to pull her tunic down a little, but it could not hide the firm thighs that were on show as she sat next to the old man. He, too, must have been over 65, thought Wendy, as she watched him take another sip of his pint. As Tom returned to the table, she saw that he was carrying three 'shorts' glasses and he put them down, handing Wendy her drink which was a double at least. 'You're awful Tom, I only wanted one drink, you'll be getting me drunk, you know,' and they all laughed, but instead of returning to his own seat on the other bench, Tom moved into the alcove bench next to Wendy and Bill, making it a very tight fit for all of them. 'Thank you, anyway,' said Wendy, 'and a happy birthday to you,' and all three took a swig from their spirit glasses. Wendy was caught between the two old men on the bench, and she had just been given a double brandy to drink, by widowers who had obviously been 'celebrating' the birthday for some time. She was thirsty, though, and feeling quite happy too, especially when she recalled feeling the gorgeous cock earlier in the evening, and she didn't take much notice when Bill again pointed out to his friend, - 'She's looking lovely and cuddly tonight isn't she Tom, in those sexy boots, and with them long legs. Where's that husband of yours, then?' 'Oh, he's gone home to baby-sit the children--he'll probably be asleep when I get home,' laughed Wendy. 'Well, that's alright then, isn't it? No need to rush away then, is there?' 'No, no need to go yet, it's my birthday--you stay here a little while and have a drink with us,' insisted Tom, and Wendy could see no way out anyway, as the men were pressed either side of her, and were obviously enjoying the company of this younger woman. She was persuaded to have yet another brandy, and yet again it was a double that was brought to the table as the banter continued between the three of them. Wendy felt quite relaxed by now and was enjoying the evening. She had put a lot of hard work into the panto over the last few months, and it had gone brilliantly, and now she was relaxing in the local pub with two of the locals that she knew of old, and she knew that her presence was bringing them enjoyment also. The drink was making her feel bold, especially as she hadn't eaten since at least lunch-time, and when Tom asked -- 'What about a birthday kiss then, Wendy,' she thought that it couldn't do any harm whatsoever, and so she turned her head towards Tom and puckered up her lips, smiling from her eyes. Tom, however, saw a wonderful opportunity, and straight way put his arm around Wendy's shoulder, and pulled her over towards him, planting his lips on hers, giggled, and then came back for more. 'You're a fine young woman, Wendy, how about a proper kiss,' and back came his mouth before she could reply, and he was holding his mouth on hers, trying to get inside it. Wendy gave up, and decided to give the old man the thrill he'd been looking for, and she slightly opened her mouth, and darted her tongue out and between Tom's lips, before retracting it and closing her mouth once more. 'Oooh, she's a lovely kisser, Bill, and she's got lovely perfume on. One more, Wendy, just one more for my birthday,' and his arm again pulled her over to him, only this time more tightly, and nearer. His arm was round her shoulders and neck now, and she was tight into him, and then Tom moved his other arm over, to hold Wendy's other arm across her waist. It was a good job that the snug was dimly lit, and their table and bench seats in the alcove were mostly hidden from the rest of the pub, thought Wendy. Tom held her firmly as he kissed her lips once more, only this time Wendy joined in without prompting and opened her mouth, as she was getting used to the gentle experience. Singing was now coming from the other bar, and there certainly was an air of Christmas merriment about the place, and Wendy thought that just once a year a little fun would not go amiss, particularly as Jim had disappeared home in his usual huff. Tom was still a strong man, but he had a warm hold, and Wendy felt quite relaxed now between the two men, as her tongue tickled the roof of Tom's mouth and undoubtedly brought thrills to the old man that he had not had for years. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her knee, stroking her through her tights, but she was engrossed in the kiss and Tom was holding both her arms. The hand continued to stroke her, and slowly it moved up her thigh. She was unable to move, as the table gave no room for manoeuvre, and all she could do was pull away from Tom's lips and turn her head to Bill. 'You naughty boy, Bill, what are you doing?' 'She's got lovely legs, Tom, really smooth and silky,' and Tom reached down also to run his hand up and down Wendy's other thigh, while still holding his other arm around her shoulders. Wendy was trapped between the two pairs of roving hands and, of course, made half-hearted attempts to smack their hands away, but not very seriously, and after allowing Tom to french-kiss her mouth, Wendy thought that a little feel of her thighs at Christmas was nothing to get too upset about. It was a dimly lit room, they were in alcove seats with a table up close to them, most of the others were in the other bar singing, and these were two old boys she had known for most of her life, and were only playing around for a bit of fun......she thought! What the heck thought Wendy, I'll be back feeding the children in the morning and probably suffering verbal abuse for staying out late, so enjoy the moment, she thought. The two men giggled as they held their hands on her luscious thighs and Tom piped up,-- 'I've had a lovely birthday kiss from you Wendy, it's only fair that Bill has one too. After all it is Christmas,' he chuckled, and Wendy didn't really have very much option as now Bill's arm came round her shoulders to take her away from Tom. Bill, too, had kept himself in reasonable shape over the years, and he held the young woman firmly in his arm as he moved his mouth over hers and, again, Wendy felt herself opening her mouth, allowing her tongue to explore her kissing partner in a long lingering embrace. During the passionate kiss, neither man had taken his hand from the shapely thighs, and Tom took the opportunity to explore even further while Wendy was engaged with Bill. He ran his firm, strong fingers gently up the leg, moving it to the inside of the thigh, and tried desperately to get Wendy to open her legs just a fraction. As Wendy explored Bill's mouth, she tried hard to keep her legs clamped together as she felt the wandering fingers at the top of her legs, but Tom was persistent, and the double brandies had made her less resistant. Tom moved up and down the inside of the nylon clad thigh gently, but firmly, and even Bill's fingers were now moving up her leg as he held her mouth locked to his. Wendy, secretly enjoying the sensations, found her resistance finally giving in, and eased her legs apart just a few inches, not wanting to give the men too much encouragement, but it was enough for Bill and Tom. With the goal now in sight, Tom ran his hand up Wendy's thigh, right to the very top where he found the little green costume pants covering the wonderful, forbidden female area that he had not been near for over 8 years, since his wife died. He was gentle, he was soft, and his touch was one of experience, but he was vying with Bill for this most sought after spot, and, as the kissing ceased, Wendy came up for breath and found both men tantalising the area right at the top of her legs, brushing their fingers occasionally over the green material in place over her tights. 'You wicked boys, you're awful,' she scalded, but she didn't attempt to close her thighs, and just tugged at the bottom of her tunic in mock protest. 'You a sexy young thing, young Wendy,' carried on Bill, 'really sexy, isn't she Tom?' but Tom just wanted to carry on enjoying himself with this young, married mother, and pulled her over by the shoulders again for another kiss, which Wendy was happy to accept. She had now allowed herself to really forget her position in the local village community, her responsibility as the mother of three young children, with a previously staunch and upright image. She was merry, she wanted to enjoy herself after all the hard work, and by accident she had found herself with two of the elder statesmen of the village who obviously found her enticing. It was harmless fun, she tried to convince herself, and none of them would be embarrassed when they met in the village in the future. Wendy's open mouth was now used to the deep searching of Tom's tongue in her throat, and she was getting more pleasure herself now, so when the hands began to caress her more firmly between her legs and on her pants, she didn't overly object. Voluntarily, she opened her thighs just a fraction wider, and felt the first fingers push under the green material of the costume pants, to feel the warmth of her tights and the very thin transparent panties that she wore. An experienced finger drew a line right up the thin material, which gave her hardly any protection as the lips of her cunt moved and opened under the pressure. 'My God,' she thought, as she realised that she was actually allowing a relative stranger access to her most intimate parts, but it was too late as she had become virtual putty in the old men's hands, but only natural as she was a woman in the prime of her life. Wendy Celebrates The School Pantomime Bill's hand was under the outer pants, too, caressing her tummy through the tights, and when she had extricated herself from Tom's lips, she could only rest her head into his shoulder and enjoy the explorations going on between her legs.......... 'Put them down, Wendy, you don't know where they've been,' laughed a voice going by the table, and Wendy jumped in shock, and looked up as she recognised it as her friend Alice, who was returning to the main bar after a visit to the loo. Wendy immediately felt totally embarrassed, and tried to close her thighs, as she looked over her shoulder to see Alice disappearing through the door into the other bar, but it was obviously too late. No doubt her friend had seen the activities going on. Alice was a good friend, though, and they had been through a lot together over the years, and there were no secrets between them, so Wendy wasn't too worried and knew that her 'display' wouldn't go too much further. The hands were still on her, though, and they continued to move with expertise between her thighs, which were once again teased open. The feelings now emanating from deep within her cunt were exciting for Wendy, she felt really wet, her panties were soaking, and she was now really enjoying the fingers getting to her most intimate spots. When one hand found her clit, and began to rub it with gentle precision, Wendy realised that if she didn't put an end to it all, she would be completely embarrassed by having an orgasm right there and then in the pub. She couldn't do it--it was too big a risk for her. 'No, no, boys, no more, it's too nice, and people can see us. You'll have to stop, I'm sorry, please stop,' she pleaded, but the hands still caressed her, and held her legs open, and her pants were absolutely soaking by now. She didn't really want the feelings to stop, as genuine, gentle foreplay was something she had rarely experienced since the very early days of her 18 year marriage, and she did appreciate the way the old boys had caressed and teased her into this very vulnerable and erotic state. However, she insisted on stopping, and eventually the hands slid gently down and off her legs, under much protest from the old men, and Wendy was able to return to a display of decency. She wanted to go into the loo and finish herself off, but all she could do was subside slowly and naturally, and when Bill said,-- 'Why don't you come and have a bit of Tom's birthday cake at his place, it's delicious--he made it all himself,' Wendy felt sorely tempted to go and have a coffee, and try and sober up a little before she went home. She felt randy and knew the cake was just an excuse to try and tempt her to go back with them, but again she knew it wouldn't be right in her position, particularly in a small village such as this. 'Thanks very much, but I have to get home now--you go and enjoy it, save me a piece and I'll have it later in the week,' she smiled, but neither of them would move away from the table and Tom continued the mental teasing. 'You don't have to get home just yet, young Wendy, it's my birthday and it's only a couple of minutes down the road, isn't it? Just a quick cup of coffee and a piece of my cake, and then you can get home to that husband of yours,' he chuckled. 'After all, it's only 11o'clock now, isn't it? Come on now,' and he stroked her thigh once more, as if pleading on behalf of the poor pensioners association. 'You know, you are awful, you naughty old man, what will people think.' 'You're only coming back to have a bit of birthday cake, and it is Christmas isn't it, and anyway, Bill's there to protect you, isn't he.' 'He's as bad as you are, you're as bad as one another,' Wendy grinned, and she suddenly cast caution to the wind and gave in. 'Just a quick cup of coffee and a piece of cake then, and then I must get home,--and no monkey business, OK? You go on ahead and I'll see you there in a few minutes.' 'You'd better come young Wendy or we'll come looking for you, you know,' laughed Bill, as the two men eventually got to their feet and made their way to the door of the pub. Wendy waited a while, and tried to catch the eye of her friend Alice in the other bar. When she did, Alice came into the snug and the two women whispered to one another, their words interspersed with giggles and raucous laughter, the main point being Wendy's request to Alice to come and keep her company at Tom's place, having cake and coffee etc. Alice promised that she would try and get along a little later, but she was involved with the group in the bar, and she was enjoying being chatted up by Jeff at the moment--'know what I mean, nudge, nudge, wink, wink,' and the two women were giggling again. 'He's got a wonderful cock, you know,' laughed Wendy, recalling the feel of the pantomime cow. 'Don't mention anything to anyone, will you, and please try and come down.' They were very close friends, and had been for years, and Wendy knew that when she left the pub by the little snug door, her destination would be known only to Alice. She slid quietly out and hurried down the dark road towards the bumpy lane that housed Tom's little bungalow, her thighs in the little green costume now cold in the December night. The green boots trotted over the cobble stones of the old path that led up to Tom's front door, and by now Wendy was freezing in the night air. She banged on the knocker as quietly as she could, although the place seemed in darkness, but very soon a dim light appeared under the big, wooden door, and slowly it creaked open and there stood Tom, grinning from ear to ear. 'You come in young Wendy, and get yourself warm by the fire--go into the back room and I'll get you a nice hot coffee and a piece of my lovely cake.' 'It's freezing tonight isn't it? I expect we'll get a white Christmas, don't you?' replied Wendy, as she made her way through the door and towards the back room, keeping her head down under the low ceilings. It was a tiny little bungalow, probably as old as Tom himself, but he kept it neat and tidy, and Wendy cheered up as she saw the log fire that had been smouldering during the evening while they had been out. It had been stoked up and more logs had recently been added, and now it was roaring, the flames shooting up the chimney. She moved over the carpeted floor to the fire-place and joined Bill with his back to the warm fire, so that the heat quickly hit the back of her legs and the rear of her body, and very soon she had forgotten all about the cold outside. Only a couple of lighted candles and the flames from the fire lit the room, and it felt snug and warm in a cosy fashion. Wendy and Bill stood close together, both warming themselves in front of the logs. 'Glad you could come,' grinned Bill, and he slid his arm round her waist and slyly let his hand rest on her bottom over the tunic. 'It's nice for us old 'uns to have some young, attractive company round once in a while,' he said, 'especially as it's old Tom's birthday,' and his hand rubbed the tunic up and down Wendy's delicious bottom in a friendly but teasing manner. She was feeling much warmer now, and went along with the compliments by putting her own arm around Bill's waist, and they cuddled together as they stood enjoying the warmth behind them. As Tom entered the room carrying the tray with coffee and cake on it, Bill continued his exploration of Wendy's shapely bottom, and craftily put his hand under the tunic to feel the firm cheeks of her ass through her tights and green costume pants. 'You know, Tom, young Wendy's got a lovely figure hasn't she, real nice and curvy and cuddly,' Bill said in his country 'yokel' accent. 'What, after three children--not really you know,' replied Wendy, trying to sound confident without blushing. Tom handed her the mug of coffee, and she smelt straight away that it had more brandy in it. 'You naughty boy, Tom, you've put brandy in this haven't you, you're still trying to get me drunk, aren't you?' she giggled, but she took a sip and put it down on the little mantelpiece over the fire. 'It'll keep you warm when you go out in the cold again--can't have you catching cold, can we,' said Tom as he moved beside her and drank from his own mug. Wendy was between the two of them again, and could still feel Bill's hand toying with her bottom, and soon Tom had put his own arm round her waist from the other side. She made no objection, as this was now the privacy of someone's house, and she could handle these two old men, couldn't she--couldn't she? She moved away from them and took a mouthful of cake from the plate on the table and then went back towards the fire place. 'It's delicious Tom, did you really make it yourself?' she asked. 'Course I did, and you're delicious too, now come back here and keep warm and warm us up too,' he giggled as he grabbed Wendy's arm and pulled her back into place between him and Bill. Straight away the two men put their arms round her waist again, only this time Tom also put his other arm across the front of her waist and then nibbled at her ear before urging, 'Give us another kiss, Wendy, this one's for Christmas, come on, we don't get much chance anymore, do we Bill?' 'I said no monkey business didn't I, you wicked thing,' she laughed, but she was feeling quite relaxed again and whispered, 'Just one then,' and she turned her head and offered her lips to the birthday boy. Tom held her tightly with both arms now, but still Bill's hand had slid back into place once more, and he was still managing to stroke her bottom under the tunic. As Wendy and Tom once again engaged in a full-blown open mouthed snog, Bill's hand started to squeeze and pull at the lovely cheeks, kneading them up and down and apart, caressing them and running a finger right down between the cheeks, through the tights. Wendy was in turmoil again--this wasn't what she normally did, nor even contemplate doing, and she didn't know whether to call a halt there and then, but the feelings were nice, and it was Christmas, and Alice might at least appear at any moment. These men were old enough to be her father, so it didn't seem all that bad, really--was it? She continued pushing her tongue in and out of Tom's mouth, and made no move to stop the hand doing wonderful things to her bottom, but then Tom's arm on her stomach moved down slowly, and rested on the very bottom of the front of her short tunic. Wendy came up for air and was panting from the kiss, and she moved her own hand down to cover Toms, and protested half-heartedly, 'No Tom, you mustn't, I'll have to go in a minute,' but Tom was too strong, and just moved his hand down further, under the tunic, with Wendy's hand no match at all as she held on to his wrist. Tom reached the front of the green costume pants once more, and pulled Wendy's head into his shoulder, as both men now had their hands caressing the young woman's most intimate areas. Tom moved straight under the green material and found the warm, soft area covered only by the tights and Wendy's own private panties. 'Oh,Tom, and you Bill. We shouldn't be doing this, you know. I'll get into terrible trouble if anyone finds out, won't I?' as if seeking guidance, but at the same time she, without thinking, moved her legs a little wider to enjoy the sensations, and to allow the fingers to explore her even more intimately. This was taken as a sign of encouragement by the two men, particularly when Wendy let out a soft moaning noise from her lips, and so the expert caressing continued. Tom could tell that Wendy was starting to concede, as her tights and pants were becoming very moist again under his fingertips. Bill turned her head to take his turn at another kiss and, at the same time, his other hand joined Tom's, exploring the delicious area around Wendy's vagina. Both hands moved up and down her thighs and the front of the tights and, together, they were making her even more defenceless and vulnerable to their intrusion. 'Ohhhh, God, aaaagh, no, no, you mustn't, please, no more,' but Wendy didn't really mean it, as it had been a long time since such feelings had washed over her. She went back to kissing Bill softly, but with purpose, and was guiltily excited as a hand moved up to the top of the tights, under the tunic, and began to inch them down a little over her stomach. It was Bill moving Wendy's tights, but when Tom realised the next part of the seduction had begun, his hand, too, went to Wendy's bare stomach and started to tug gently at the covering material. 'Oh no, you mustn't,' but again it was only a gesture as she felt her pants, tights and green costume pants move down over her skin, front and back, over her pubic hair and down further to the tops of her legs. Finally, she was completely exposed at the tops of her thighs, and her naked bottom could feel the heat of the fire under the tunic. In her boots, Wendy was as tall as the two men holding her, and she just put an arm out each side, over their shoulders, and allowed her weight to be taken by the mature, strong men. 'You're a beautiful girl, young Wendy, all soft and lovely,' muttered Tom, as his gnarled fingers gently meandered in the soft hair around her cunt. 'Girl,' thought Wendy, 'just a girl to them, but I'm 38, married with children,' but the drink, the warm atmosphere, the Christmas spirit, and now the wonderful, erotic feelings going on between her legs, had broken down her upright public image and she decided, just for a while, that she would give in completely to the sensations. She was after all, giving immense pleasure to the two old men, and they were hardly likely to go bragging round the village at their age, and probably saw it as a Christmas bonus, a secret only to be shared by the three of them. Her tights and panties were caught half way down her legs, stretched between the two luscious thighs that were now the object of much caressing and squeezing. The hands moved all round, inside Wendy's thighs, onto her naked bottom, back to her soft tufts of dark pubic hair, and then Wendy felt a finger move onto the very wet lips at the entrance to her forbidden cavern. The lips gave in easily, as the finger was joined by another digit, and they both moved slowly up and down, Wendy's body quietly quivering at the fantastic feelings. 'She's really, really wet and excited, isn't she Tom?' smiled Bill as he carried on pushing gently at the cunt lips. Tom, of course, also moved his hand through the soaking hair, and felt the wonderful opening of Wendy's womanhood. 'You lovely, lovely girl, Wendy, you're really enjoying yourself now, aren't you,' and Tom found her clitoris with expert precision, and rubbed slowly and directly round the golden protruding skin. 'Yes, yes it's nice,' sighed Wendy, 'very nice, ummmm,' and she sighed and bent her head, breathing heavily as her eyes closed dreamily. 'Let's take those horrible tights off for you, young Wendy,' said Tom, and the two men moved her towards the little sofa at the side of the room. 'No, no, you mustn't, I've really got to go......,' but she was a virtual prisoner, as the tights round her thighs meant she could only shuffle along between the two old boys. Her mild protests ignored, Wendy was quickly sat down between the two men again, adjacent to the warm fire, on the hard little sofa against the wall, and she could only watch as Bill bent down to unzip the green boots. Like all boots, they were difficult to take off, and Wendy moved each leg in turn to assist, and Bill grabbed the high heels and pulled and puffed until he succeeded, and the boots were put to the side of the sofa. All this time, Tom had returned to the wonderful area between Wendy's thighs, and he held his hand steady in her pubic hairs, as she shuffled her legs around to assist Bill in taking off her tights and pants completely. Wendy was completely naked from the waist down now, and Bill returned to his position at her side and, once again, joined Tom in the intimate touching of Wendy's soaking cunt. With the restrictions round her legs now gone, Wendy was able to open her thighs wider, without prompting, and she stretched her legs and then bent them a little to make access to her body far easier. She had passed the point of objections and return, and wanted more pleasure, to give in to anything these two gentle men desired, to be taken just for one short period of time, and disappear into a world of erotic intrusions, naughty feelings and complete abandonment. Tomorrow she would be back to normal, taking the kids to school in the final week before they broke up, and busying herself with Christmas preparations-----after all, no-one else was going to do it, were they? Wendy made no movement as Tom went to her neck, and began to unzip the green costume, all the way down her front, until it fell in half, exposing her black bra and firm, brown tummy. Bill's fingers were inside her cunt a little more deeply, and as Tom lifted one of her shapely breasts up and out of the bra cup, Wendy sighed and moaned. As the fingers inside her body moved gently but firmly, in and out, Wendy's skin squelched with the wetness from her fluids. She briefly thought to herself, 'Where the hell is Alice, please come and rescue me, I can't do it myself, I don't want to do it myself,' but the tongue and teeth now nibbling at her nipple brought her quickly back to the warm feelings, and she sighed again in that contented fashion. 'Ohhhhh God,' she moaned. 'Here Bill, give me a hand,' and Tom was starting to tug the costume sleeves down Wendy's arms, and she had to sit up to allow the clothing to be removed from her body. Tom also took the opportunity, at the same time, to unclip the last remaining item covering Wendy's modesty, and when the bra was tossed onto the floor to join the other items, Wendy lay back, completely naked, and on view to the two old men sitting by her side. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and it would've been a unanimous opinion at any time, because Wendy sunned herself in the garden as often as possible in the summer months, and spent a lot of time walking to and from school and the shops, and this kept her figure in trim and her muscles firm and shapely. Her makeup and nails were always smart and her hair kept neat, short and tidy, and before them, Tom and Bill knew that they were enjoying and looking at a real, feminine, classy, mature woman. With Wendy completely naked before them now, and showing no real signs of further protest, Tom and Bill were able to relax and explore the beautiful skin, the contours, the smell of the perfume, and the unbelievable compliance that was now being shown by this previously untouchable woman. They knew that the opportunity would probably never arise again, and they wanted to savour every moment, take Wendy to such a height that anything would be possible. Tom was obviously taken with the firm, rounded breasts, and quickly went back to attaching his mouth to the relatively enormous nipples, one after the other, nibbling at them, gently biting them, sucking as much of the shapely orb into his mouth, and then easing back to just holding the tip of the hard nipple in his teeth. This alone made Wendy sigh and close her eyes, in abandoned resignation, but Bill's fingers were still moving gently inside her cunt, a little deeper as the seconds went by, until he had to add more so that he was able to push right into her very depths. Wendy Celebrates The School Pantomime Wendy pushed forward with her bottom, trying to meet the fingers going up into her, and she shuffled some more until her bottom was right on the edge of the sofa. From this position, she could bend her legs right up and widen them, and the opening for Bill was far, far more accessible and inviting. 'God, it's wonderful, don't stop, please.........please don't stop,' Wendy begged, and they had no intention of doing so, but the sudden, and erotic, encouragement had changed the attitude of all three of them. From being reserved and allowing 'just one little kiss,' and then ,'I mustn't really, I've got to get home,' Wendy was now desperate for sexual gratification, prepared to open her body wide for exploration and intrusion, and both Bill and Tom were now fully aware of this. In order to push his fingers deep inside her more easily, Bill moved down and knelt on the floor at Wendy's feet, and as he continued to push, in and out, in and out, Wendy lifted one of her legs up and over Bill's head, so that he now knelt between her open thighs. 'Harder, harder, please, push in harder,' she was gasping, and the old man, even with hands that were rough and strong after years of manual labour, attempted to enter her with all five digits, right up to his wrist. 'Yes, yes, ooohhh....' groaned Wendy, as her cunt was stretched wide, and then relaxed, pushed wide again and then relaxed. With each push, Bill was getting his fist a little deeper in, and Wendy sighed a little longer and louder, and finally, with one last push, and one short scream, Wendy felt her insides completely fill up, the walls of her cunt stretched wide. 'Ahhhhhhhh!' she moaned. She was open beautifully, and Bill ceased pushing, as he knelt with his hand totally embedded in the soft, warm, wet wonderful cunt that had been his goal all evening. To keep up the momentum on her body, Bill knew what she would appreciate, without asking, and he dipped his head and his rough tongue went straight to the nobble of skin that was jutting up and out, at the top of the stretched vagina. As soon as he touched Wendy's clit, she started to moan, in unison with his licking— 'Ooohh, yes, yeeee..oh God,' and her chest heaved, and her breasts moved beautifully, and just to make sure, Bill moved his fist fractionally around inside the stretched cunt. Wendy became frantic, and her head lolled from side to side, as she experienced real sexual pleasure once more in her life. Poor old Tom had to hang on for dear life, almost, as she bucked and moved around under Bill's ministrations. 'Calm down, calm down, young Wendy,' encouraged Tom, but he didn't really want her to calm down at all, so he thought he would occupy her by moving up to her face, holding her head in both his hands, and planting his lips once again over the succulent, groaning mouth. Wendy gave herself to the kiss, fighting Tom's tongue with her own, opening her lips as wide as she possibly could to allow Tom in, all the time emitting a kind of gurgle from her throat in appreciation of the licking and fisting she was getting down below. There was certainly no doubt that Wendy was moving ever more quickly towards a shattering climax, and her bottom was lifting off the sofa almost, and then sinking back into the seat, as Bill pushed and licked at her most erogenous area. 'Uuuuugh, ohhhhh,' she moaned, as she took deep breaths through her nostrils, her mouth still occupied with Tom's tongue. She wrenched away from his mouth, as she had to concentrate totally on the mounting feelings, and then she was there, bucking one last time— 'Oh Christ, ohhhh, ohhhh.........,'and Wendy lay, with her mouth partially open, feeling the orgasm spread all through her body, tingling her nerves, washing that unique feeling right to the ends of her toe-nails and finger-nails. She didn't move, except for panting and heaving, but after watching the total seduction of this superb woman, Tom wanted more himself , and took her hand and placed it right on the front of his trousers, onto the weapon that had lain idle for so many years, but was now straining in all its glory. Wendy held Tom's crotch as she subsided from the wonderful climax, but then she wanted more. She fumbled and grasped the cock that felt rigid through the material, and then Wendy immediately went to the top of the zip. Tom, in his hurry, thought that he would have the pleasure of opening up himself, which he did very quickly .He pulled the trousers apart and Wendy wrapped her hand round the rigid member, knowing full well how to caress and rub a rampant cock that wanted attention. 'Come on young lady, come and lay down and get comfortable,' whispered Tom in her ear, as she expertly toyed with his penis, feeling it throb under her touch. 'No Tom, not all the way, it wouldn't be right--it's late and I've got to get home, I mustn't Tom.' but Bill still held his fist in her, and his tongue still went all over and round her clit, and Wendy was still in a state of extreme arousal, and ...ooohhhh God. She had become a little dry inside by the time she had come down from her orgasmic shakings, and the fist inside her was causing just a little pain, so she gently pushed Bill's head away from her legs, and held his wrist to gently pull it from her. 'Oh,ohhh,ohh.....' she grimaced, as Bill gently eased his wrist back through the painful opening, but then she was free, and her hand instinctively went to her pubic bush to soothe and caress herself as she enjoyed the last lingering moments of the climax. The sofa was much too small for anyone to lie out on, least of all this fine looking woman, and Tom ignored her protests, and threw one of the sofa cushions down onto the floor in front of the now glowing fire. 'Come on Wendy, come and get comfortable on the floor in front of the fire. You sexy young thing, you,' he chuckled, and as he did so, he grabbed her hand and started up from the sofa. 'No Tom, I really have to go now, Jim will be wondering where I am,' but she had felt Tom's wonderful cock in her hand, and he was insistent, and so she allowed Tom to pull her to her feet. 'Over here, young Wendy--just come and lay down here.' 'I really should go, you know, look at the time, I've got to get up to take the children to school in the morning,' but Tom held her naked shoulders and gently applied his strong arms, so that her knees began to give way, and she was forced down and down until she was sitting on the carpet by the fire. Tom, still with his trousers wide open, passionately kissed her again and as he did so, he lay her back on the carpet and positioned the cushion so that she rested her head on it. Wendy was fully stretched out, alongside the warmish fire, and looked sheepishly up at the grinning pensioner. 'You're a very naughty old man, you are Tom, you know. You shouldn't be taking advantage of a woman like me,' but he had taken her hand again, and placed it on his cock, and she found it very difficult to let go. 'You're terrible,' she giggled, but she was helpless, and caught up in the dim lighting, the atmosphere, and her own sexual lust as the old man moved his body over her. In spite of herself, she still stroked the well worn but hard, breathing penis in her hand, and moved her fine legs wide apart as Tom took up position above her. 'Please be gentle, Tom,' but she guided the cock to the lips of her inviting body, and felt it open her and begin to penetrate. Tom was experiencing intercourse for the first time in years, and wanted to prolong the heady copulation for as long as he could, so he did not rush his entrance in the slightest. Gently and firmly he moved just in the mouth of the soft lips, before withdrawing to the entrance and then back he went, just that little bit further each time. After a few minutes, though, he decided that it was too good, and thrust as far as he could with one almighty plunge, opening the walls, filling Wendy completely and bringing an almighty sigh gushing from her lips. 'Ohhhhh...Tom, oh Goddddddd! Oh yes, more, please, more Tom.' Tom's elbows were resting either side of Wendy's dark hair on the cushion, and he now went into a steady rhythm of fucking the superb, succulent body under him. Up, up, up, he went inside her, their pubic hair mingling as the two bodies crashed together with each stroke. 'Tom, it's wonderful, yes, fuck me hard, please, oh yes Tom, right up inside me, harder, harder,' and Wendy was thrashing about on the floor, having difficulty keeping her head on the soft cushion, but she didn't care, such was her wanton enjoyment and excitement at this new, experienced cock inside her. 'Ugh, ughhh, yes, yes, harder, harder Tom,' and Wendy, in her delirious state, put a leg round his waist, trying to get him in deeper. Suddenly, the door knocker sounded, and Bill moved from his grandstand position on the sofa towards the door to the hallway. Wendy's eyes shot wide open, and she clamped her leg hard into Tom's back. Tom, now in the throes of his greatest feeling for years, wasn't going to be put off his stroke, merely by the front door knocking at gone midnight on a cold December night. 'Relax, Wendy, it'll only be someone lost their way,' and he gave an extra hard thrust up inside her, trying to get her mind back to the intense fucking that they were sharing. It seemed to work as Wendy again relaxed her head on the cushion, and concentrated on Tom's wonderful assault inside her. 'Relax Wendy, just relax, feel it go right up you, you gorgeous, sexy young thing,' and the pounding of her bottom into the floor concentrated Wendy's mind once more. She was now making little whooping noises, a sure sign that she had started on that wonderful road to the top, and another body shaking orgasm. Two 'cums' at once was a rare thing for Wendy. 'Yes, yes Tom, go on....do it to me, harder, harder,' she kept on moaning, and with her eyes closed once more, both of her legs straight and wide, firmly pointing towards the ceiling in abandonment, she failed to notice the new 'audience.' Alice and Jeff were standing with Bill in the doorway, eyes agog. The guests didn't speak, and just watched in silence, as this normally attractive but straight-laced mother of three, pointed her toes to the ceiling, her naked body heaving under Tom's faster and faster inserts into her soaking and slurping cunt. 'Yes, oooooohh!, fuck me, fuck me right into the floor, Tom,' and Tom was almost doing that, but then Wendy felt her wrists being grasped by two strong, younger, male hands. She quickly looked up and behind her, straight into the young, smiling eyes of Jeff who had knelt at her head to encourage, and enjoy watching, the woman who had earlier played so beautifully with his cock. 'Go on Wendy, don't stop, don't mind us, let old Tom explode inside you,' but Jeff could have saved his breath, as Wendy felt the tell-tale signs up inside her. She pushed her body up and suddenly felt the rush of warm, creamy liquid that Tom was splashing into the depths of her sodden cunt. Wendy yelped softly to herself, as she had hit the peak at the same time, and could only hold Jeff's eyes, as she groaned and moaned her enjoyment, the old man lying over her body, completely spent and exhausted. By now, Alice had walked over to Wendy and was looking down at her, smiling. 'You're a dark horse aren't you, you rascal,' she laughed down at her best friend. 'All that---'I don't let strange men even put their arm around me' cobblers, eh Wendy? Well, let's see what she's really made of, eh Jeff,' and Alice bent down and took Wendy's wrists from the young man as he, in double quick time, took off his jacket and undid his jeans. 'No, Alice, no Jeff, no more please,' pleaded the naked housewife on the floor. 'Alice, you're my friend, don't do this, please. I only let Tom make love to me 'cos it's his birthday, and I'd had one or two drinks. Please, let me up,' but Alice held firmly to Wendy's wrists Tom had just about managed to heave himself off the luscious body, and he lay slumped on the sofa, a contented smile on his face. 'You don't have to worry now, Wendy,' continued Alice, 'as now I'm here, you've got an alibi for the morning, haven't you,' and she watched as Jeff's superb manhood sprung into view while he knelt in readiness between Wendy's open thighs, evidence of Tom's sperm now visible as it dribbled from the lips of the wet cunt. 'Of course,' Alice carried on, and the words sent a chill through Wendy, as her arms were still held tightly, 'if you do as you're told, everybody will say that we sat here eating cake and drinking coffee all night, won't we.' 'And if I don't -- I thought you were my friend Alice, my best friend.' 'I am Wendy, I am your best friend, but you have always been more attractive than me, always got the wolf whistles, always walked around the village with your nose a bit in the air---I want to see the real Wendy let herself go, as I know you've always wanted to. I want to see the real Wendy be abused and fucked hard, to be dirty. Come on Wendy, you've told me before how you sometimes fantasise about being really naughty--well now you're going to be...' By now Jeff was licking at Wendy's sopping cunt, holding her thighs up and apart with his arms, lapping away at the luscious, mature woman. 'That's really not true, Ali........' but she couldn't finish, as the tongue had got up inside her, and she was experiencing those wonderful feelings again, this time from a young, fit man---what the hell ---Wendy just sighed gratefully and watched Jeff's head bob up and down between her legs. ---but what else did Alice have in store for her? She'd never seen this side of her before and it was strangely exciting. Alice leaned forward a fraction, and took Wendy's legs from Jeff and pulled them over, so that Wendy was almost bent double, with her legs now wide and back over her head as Jeff carried on licking the succulent, mature cunt. 'Go on Jeff, lick her hard, really hard--and don't forget to lick that beautiful ass, right in her lovely anus.' Wendy had never heard Alice talk like this before, and she was mildly shocked. 'Oh Christ, Alice, what are you saying....oh my God, that's beautiful, that's so good, Jeff, ummmmm,' but she was in no position to argue, as Jeff pushed her legs forward, even more into Alice's grasp, so that Wendy's stunning ass cheeks moved up off the floor. Now, both her cunt and anus pointed enticingly at the ceiling. Sure enough, Jeff moved his mouth down to the firm, pink anus, and began to tease at it with his tongue. Wendy couldn't help the moaning and sighing sounds that came from her lips, as she suddenly started to relax again and enjoy. 'Oh my God........ohhhhhh Jeff, it feels so good...........ummmmmm!!' Tom and Bill contented themselves with watching from the sofa, as they could see that any protests from Wendy had now subsided and she was now fully compliant. Alice was watching Jeff's lips and tongue very intently on Wendy's cunt and ass, and she continued to hold the ankles wide apart and back over Wendy's head. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. 'What does it feel like, Wendy,' Alice teased, 'to have your ass licked, to feel a hard tongue sliding into your ass, to be out of control for once?' Wendy, as always, could only be honest as the erotic feelings washed over her. 'Wonderful, oh it's fantastic Alice, ooooaaahhhhh,' she moaned, and she tried to pull Jeff's head into her body harder, and then she held her ass cheeks apart, so that her anus opened a fraction. 'Come and hold Wendy's legs, Bill,' barked the older woman (Alice was divorced and now in her early 40s), and Bill, still as excited as anybody, immediately obeyed and moved the few feet to take over the leg control from Alice, who disappeared through the lounge door. Jeff continued to slurp and lick all over Wendy's cunt and down onto her anus, and she was heaving and sighing even more loudly, and then Alice appeared at her side again. Very calmly, Alice knelt down next to Jeff, ruffling his thick, manly locks, and gradually she was easing him aside, saying, 'Don't worry, you'll get your chance in a minute.' As the licking stopped, and Jeff moved aside, Wendy looked along at Alice, and suddenly could see the big, green weapon in her hand. Bill still held Wendy's luscious body in place, her legs open and wide and pulled back behind her head. She looked stunning and so, so available. Alice brought the long, thick cucumber up and rubbed it gently along the lips of Wendy's cunt lengthways, and then down between the cheeks of her ass. Wendy's juices spread all over the vegetable. 'Oh, it's freezing, Alice, but it feels so big.' 'It is big Wendy, really big and hard, just what you need,' and she licked the first few inches in her mouth, before placing the rounded end up against Wendy's anus. 'No Alice, no, pleeease,' protested Wendy, but it was only half-hearted and she hardly struggled, and she meekly closed her eyes as the first gentle push partially opened her before it was retracted. 'Come on Wendy, hold your cheeks, come on, you want it really, don't you,' and Alice pushed again. 'Don't you Wendy?' 'Umm.' 'Pardon Wendy, what did you say? We'd all like to hear you say it.' 'Yes, yes, I want it,....... oh God,' and Alice pushed a little bit more into the opening anus, and Wendy pulled her cheeks apart some more, to ease the way. 'Aaaaarghhh, oh God, oh my God, Alice,' but the big, smooth vegetable had passed the split-second, painful opening, and Wendy gasped and her breasts heaved as she felt the coldness being held just an inch or so inside her glorious ass. She felt stretched, but the coolness was incredibly relaxing inside her hot body, and she gave Bill a little smile as he stood above her, holding her ankles firmly. Alice ran her free hand over Wendy's thighs, while holding the cucumber very still in her friend, but for the moment, she didn't push in any further She just took in the sexiness of the body before her, and bathed in the fact that she had the younger woman completely under her control, to savour and watch, to enjoy and control. 'You've been a good friend, Wendy, really kind, but I've never told you that I've lusted after you over the years, wanted to strip your clothes off on many occasions, and explore your beautiful body,' and Alice dipped her head, and licked briefly at the pink clitoris that stared up at her, like the north star on a clear night. 'Oooooh, Christ!' 'Now, I've got a chance to make all my fantasies come true, to enjoy you and watch you being enjoyed, but you mustn't protest, must you Wendy?' 'No Alice, no--lick me again, please do it, please,' and Wendy had submitted straight away to her friend taking control of her. Indeed, she had fantasised about situations such as this, but had never dreamed that they would materialise, particularly with her status in the village community.....and certainly not with her best friend. As Alice licked once more at the golden spot between the legs below her, she began to ease the cucumber into the open anus a little further, and immediately Wendy moved one of her hands up to play with her pubic hair, and caress Alice's head as it licked lightly on the clitoris. Her other hand remained on one of the cheeks of her ass, trying to keep it wide, so that the huge cucumber moved in and out of her without hindrance. Wendy Celebrates The School Pantomime Alice gave up licking to concentrate on the assault, and now Wendy could feel the thick 'toy' going into her ass more deeply, and a little more quickly. 'Ooohhh, aahhhh, Alice, yessss, my God.......!' and Alice kept pushing firmly, in and out, in and out, going in each time until she felt resistance in the bottom, and then easing the object out again before pushing back in. 'Can you feel it Wendy, can you feel it right up inside you?' asked Alice. 'Yes, oh yes, ummmm.......it's filling my ass right up, oh Alice, don't stop, please don't stop!', and Alice didn't stop. She just kept up the steady rhythm, and Bill ensured a wonderful view by holding the legs ever wider, and back over Wendy's head, to keep her cheeks off the floor. 'Do you want more, Wendy, do you?' ' Yes, yes I want more,' 'Tell us, Wendy. Tell us all what you want, tell us what you are getting, Wendy, go on,' insisted and teased Alice, to her usually prim and proper friend. 'I'm being....' 'Go on Wendy, don't be shy, tell us,' and Alice briefly stopped her movement of the cucumber. 'Don't stop, Alice, don't stop, please---I'm being fucked up my ass by a great big cucumber, and it's wonderful, wonderful, uuuughh!', she sighed, as the movement in her ass started again, slowly in, down into her depths, and then out, almost to the tip. Both of Wendy's hands were now in and around her pubic hair, round the lips of her soaking cunt, pulling at her skin, rubbing hard on the clit and, occasionally, reaching down to feel the thick, round object entering into her anus. She started to shake with excitement, her back arching up from the floor, her mouth staying wide open, and her eyes closing as she gurgled and took in short breaths. She grabbed one of Bill's legs to steady herself, as she lost control to the sensations erupting in her body. 'Harder Alice, harder, in me harder,' she almost spat out with lust, and Alice was almost as excited herself, as she watched her friend gallop towards yet another orgasm. 'Go on Wendy, let yourself go completely,' and she pushed in just that little bit more with each thrust, just that little bit deeper, to push Wendy just that little bit further into sexual oblivion. Like a cracking flash of lightning followed by a short downpour, the orgasm hit Wendy and she was almost unable to move any more. Her body's muscles all tightened for a second or two, and then they relaxed and flopped into the carpet, Bill still holding her legs high, though. Still with her eyes closed, Wendy panted and heaved, her breasts a wonderful sight to the onlookers, and Alice beckoned Bill to lay Wendy's legs back on the floor as she, herself, eased the guilty weapon gently from the glorious bottom. The three men had watched this wonderful floor show enthralled, and it had been beyond their wildest dreams. However, as the naked wife and mother lay still, recovering from intrusions into both her cunt and then into her bottom, Alice beckoned to Tom. 'Throw those tights over, Tom,' and as she caught the hosiery, Alice moved up and started to tie the hosiery around Wendy's relaxed wrists. 'No Alice, what are you doing,' and Wendy panicked and struggled momentarily, but then Bill assisted by taking the wrists and holding them steady. 'Don't worry Wendy, we're not going to leave you,' laughed Alice, and as the wrists became secure, she instructed Wendy to stand up. Wendy looked a little concerned as Bill helped her to her feet, and then both Bill and Alice bent the tied woman from the waist so that her wrists came down to almost the floor. 'No Alice, no, you can't do this, no,' but her pleas were ignored. The rest of the tights were used to tie the wrists to Wendy's ankles so that when fully secure, Wendy was bent right over, completely naked and with her wrists tied to her ankles--again she was a virtual prisoner. 'Alice, you can't do this, please--what are you going to do?' Alice smiled to herself as she answered the restrained woman. 'Me? Nothing really, but you can't deny some pleasure at Christmas time to your admirers in the village, can you Wendy? You know every hot-blooded male in the village would love to fuck you, Wendy---well, I'd like to see it as well.' Alice sat back on the sofa, slowly raising her skirt and running her hand inside her pants. Wendy stood naked, doubled over, her wrists tied to her ankles, in front of the almost dead fire, completely helpless. Alice continued. 'You felt young Jeff's cock hiding inside Daisy, didn't you Wendy, well now he wants to let you really feel it --right up inside you,' and as she spoke, Jeff at last was able to return to the fine woman that he had known since he was a child. His thoughts of her over the years became ever more wicked and lecherous, as he came to admire her shapely breasts, the beautiful bottom and legs, as they wandered round the village, year by year. Now, Jeff had the opportunity to make his fantasies come true. As he stood behind the restrained woman, his jeans and pants at his feet, Jeff caressed the back and bottom of Wendy, just to make sure that she really was there, and it wasn't all a dream, and then he rubbed his throbbing and erect cock up and down the opening lips and shuffled forward to direct himself into the waiting orifice. Jeff held Wendy round the waist, and then pushed hard into the soaking cunt, and he easily slid right up to the full length of his cock. 'Oh my God, Jeff, oh yes. Ahhhhh!' The thick, young cock inside her body had set the mature mother on fire again. Was there no end to Wendy's sexual needs? How long did she want to go on for? She was now so rampant and frantic to be endlessly sexually abused. Jeff held her waist with both hands now, in order to give himself leverage and also to keep Wendy from falling over, and he began to ease back and forth. 'I knew you were big Jeff,' moaned Wendy, but just at that moment a hand grabbed Wendy's head and pulled it up, and she was faced with another throbbing cock pushing at her mouth--it was Bill, and Wendy could do nothing except open up to accommodate, it was so insistent. It was the first time Wendy had ever had two cocks in her at once, and what a feeling it was. She felt totally full. Jeff's massive weapon started to fuck her from behind, and now Bill was filling her mouth up with his aged but nonetheless rampant cock. She was incapacitated because of the tights holding her in place, and she was a spectacle to her watching friend Alice. With Alice and Tom enjoying the display, this exhibition was increasing Wendy's erotic excitement, and now she wanted to be brought to the top yet again. Jeff was pushing in deeper and quicker, filling her up, and causing her to whimper with each thrust, and Wendy was enjoying Bill's cock moving round in her mouth, so much so that she licked and nibbled at it, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and as it went to the back of her throat, she closed her mouth tightly round the weapon and only let it out again very slowly, sucking hard on it as it went. Alice and Tom, on the sofa, were playing with their own bodies as they surveyed the magnificent scene in front of them, and Alice thought that further encouragement was called for now. 'Go on Jeff, fuck her hard, that's what she wants, isn't it Wendy, a good fucking.' 'Umm, mmm!' was all Wendy could reply, as Bill held her head firmly over his cock as he began earnestly to fuck it in and out of her mouth. The two men's motions speeded up and Wendy was in 7th heaven as the two cocks thrust harder and harder into her body. On they went, in, out, in, out, her cunt being pounded as Jeff pulled her waist backwards with each thrust, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Bill was also speeding into her mouth, as he held his cock firmly at the base, pulling the soft, dark hair on Wendy's head towards his groin, his cock repeatedly disappearing down her throat. 'Umm, umm, ummmm,' groaned Wendy, as another orgasm was dragged from deep within her body, and each thrust from Jeff's cock hit her deeply within. 'Ummm,uumm,umm,' and then the moaning stopped, as Bill held his cock quite still, deep in Wendy's mouth, and she felt a squirt of liquid hit the back of her throat. Alice could see what was happening by the gulping in Wendy's throat, and this sight brought her straight to her own climax on the sofa. She lay still while Wendy took the drops of Bill's seed down into her throat, before swallowing and washing them into her abdomen. Jeff too, wasn't far away from his own crescendo, and Wendy was able to enjoy his last moments even more, as Bill now sat down on the sofa, his legs shaking with exhaustion. 'Harder Jeff, fuck me harder. You've got a wonderful cock,' she panted, a trace of spunk still round her lips still. Jeff thrashed his young cock into the grateful woman, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until finally, his young body lost control, and he erupted the most wonderful stream of young manly sperm into Wendy's accommodating insides. She felt it hitting the walls of her cunt, and it seemed to go on for ever, Jeff's body jerking with each splash. 'Oohhhhhh!, Oh my God,' moaned Wendy, her body awash and completely drained. Even old Tom had 'cum' again watching it all, and all five people were drained totally, in their own way, and totally satisfied. Walking to school the next morning, still on air but rather sore, Wendy wondered who she should be the following year--- Puss in Boots or Widow Wanky??