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The Generation Game Ch. 01

By: dconrad



I had known Lorna for about a year when the unusual sequence of events I am about to tell unfolded. She had been my lover for three months or so, I don't think she was particularly into being with another woman, but she loved hearing tales of my sexual exploits, and she loved feeling valued. Sweet Lorna hadn't had much luck with men, she was pregnant when she was 16, but the father had left her to raise her son, Christopher, on her own. Since then she'd had three or four serious relationships but none of them had worked out. She'd been single for three years or so now and had rather given up on the idea of men.

She could have had lots of guys, she had large hazel eyes, a sweet dimpled smile, and a curvaceous figure. I loved her big, almost conical boobs, which projected out from her body like a cartoon rendition of two hills. At the summit of these were the loveliest aureoles, perfectly round and a good 10 centimetres across. These seemed to change in complexion and texture through the year, sometimes smooth and pale, almost indistinguishable from the rest of her breast and other times dark and bubbly as if someone had smoothed chocolate spread in a perfect circle around her nipple.

My theory was that it was this juxtaposition between her sweet, innocent features and her glamour model body that was at the root of her problems with men. She got ones who liked either element, but felt confused by the other, and they held Lorna to blame for this, as if she had betrayed them. If she had the quiet type who fell for her stay-at-home charm, then he'd become jealous when he noticed other guys checking out her hot body. If she had a guy who was besotted with her tits, then he wasn't interested in the rest of the stuff, particularly in becoming a new dad to Christopher. Poor Lorna, trapped by her own genetic make-up, and like a lot of women who are attractive and sensual she lacked the confidence to take control, and to use her assets to her advantage, so she ended up being a passive recipient of events.

Which is why she was happy with me as an occasional lover, as another woman we could be friends easily, she knew I didn't want anything more and I wasn't about to demand she behave one way or another. Her passiveness did irritate me though, and I longed for her to be more assertive. This was, of course, why she longed to hear stories of my sexual exploits, for they were as much about taking control and being positive as they were about sex. In these she saw a life she might have had, or wanted to have. Mind you, she liked the sex parts too.

We had just finished an afternoon session of lovemaking at her house (we worked together, and she lived close to work) which had, as usual, started with me telling her one of my erotic stories. I was 24 at this time, and since the age of 19 had been engaging in exhibitionist and sexual encounters, so I had a good stock to draw on. She also had her favourites which she would request for repeat tellings. I don't know why but I was feeling a bit grouchy with her today, so when she asked for the story on the train (my first real sexual adventure), I refused.

"I tell you lots of stuff about me Lorna, but what about you? Haven't you got any stories to tell me?"

She looked hurt, and a look of puzzlement and resignation flashed across her features. 'Here we go again' it said, and I immediately felt bad. "You know I don't have any stories like that," she murmured.

I stroked her arm softly, "that's not what I meant Sugar Tits". She smirked at this. It was a game we played at work, in my best James Cagney accent I would call her corny names like Hot Stuff, Honey Boobs, Milk Thighs and she would blush, scared that someone might overhear us. I had on occasion sent an email addressed to 'Dear Sweet Pussy...' which she chided me for, but also secretly thrilled at.

I continued, "what I meant was everyone has fantasies. You don't have to have actually done them. Maybe doing them is the boring part, just me being too literal. It's the thoughts and the stories you invent that matter. But I don't know any of that stuff about you. So go on, let me have your dirtiest little mind fuck scenario."

She blushed, which was when I knew I was on to something. It's not true, not everyone does have fantasies, or rather some people's are very mundane 'I'd like to do it with Tracey in the office' is as far as it goes. But Lorna's blush revealed that I'd caught her out, and although she tried to resist, I knew she'd tell me.

"I can't, it's nothing, you know, the usual," she insisted.

I remained silent, but gave her a knowing look and stroked her thigh. She wanted to tell someone, so I didn't need to nag her. "Oh, you! Allright then, but promise not to judge me. And it's not like I want anything to actually happen, just playing around in my head, you know."

"Sure, sure," I reassured her. "You've got me intrigued now though."

She sat up and looked away from me, it being easier for her to relate if she wasn't looking at me. I took the opportunity to appraise her naked body once again, her boobs swinging down to touch her knees as she sat up, those delightful, playful nipples softly resting against her thighs as she brought her legs up. 

"Well it's probably just because they're the only men I know, but sometimes I get a bit of a tingle around Christopher, and also my dad. I know it's sick, but I catch one of them looking at me sometimes, in that way you know. And it makes me feel a bit light headed. I've even teased them a couple of times, allowing a button to come undone on a blouse or letting my bath robe slip a bit loose."

I couldn't help smiling at this and catching my expression she whined, "I knew it! You think it's silly! Or sick!"

"No, no, no, not at all," I soothed her. "I think it's really horny, I can imagine you are being very subtle but still driving these two men wild with fantasies."

She blushed again, "do you think so? I want to make it clear I don't want anything, you know, weird to happen. But sometimes I think it would be fun if a slightly more sexual situation arose, just once."

"What you need is a catalyst. Just for a one-off experiment."

"Do I? No. That would be taking it too far." She paused. "What sort of catalyst do you mean?"

I pointed at my chest and puffed out my large breasts. "My middle name is catalyst."

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It was all set for the following Saturday. Lorna's dad would be round for his weekly visit, she would be cooking him lunch and Christopher was out all day at a friend's and sleeping over. I wasn't entirely sure how it would pan out, but as I'd said to Lorna in one of our many discussions since, the presence of me in some revealing outfit has to set something off. And if it doesn't, it'll be fun for us two anyway. I also had a couple of tactics I hadn't told Lorna about, and I figured I would ad-lib it most of the way.

Lorna was in the kitchen of her town house, her dad seated at the table as she busied herself making a lasagne. At 1.30 I knocked on the door. I had given Lorna only three instructions: she was to act as if she didn't know me; to play along with what I did; and the last one she enacted as she opened the door which was to 'accidentally' spill a glass of cold water all down my top. It may be a cliché, but sometimes they work the best.

She opened the door to me, carrying the requisite large glass of water. A moment's hesitation shivered the glass in her hand as she took in my outfit. I was wearing a very tight, thin white cotton blouse, unbuttoned to my cleavage. Obviously I wasn't wearing a bra underneath and my nipples were already quite distinct. I also had on a short pleated skirt, revealing my shapely legs and some 'fuck me' pumps as they're so colourfully known. Despite having spent many afternoons and evenings together, I realised this was the first time she'd seen me in anything provocative. 

Her expression struggled to convey and hide several emotions: excitement, anxiety, trepidation, arousal and confusion. I gave her a cheery smile to encourage her.

She stepped over the threshold then, entering into the scenario. She threw her water onto my blouse with a quick jerk and with mildly comic exaggeration declared "oh I'm so sorry! I've spilt water all over you. I'm so clumsy. Please, come in and we'll sort it out."

I made some obligatory protests for her dad's benefit and followed her into the kitchen. If I doubted whether the cliché would work, his reaction removed all doubts. The water had rendered my blouse completely transparent in patches, my left boob as good as naked and half of my right nipple visible. Her dad literally spluttered on his tea and half choked, standing up, then sitting down again and looking flustered.

I could sense Lorna beginning to lose it and starting to giggle, which would have ruined it, so I took control. "Oh hello, I'm Dawn. Sorry to disturb you, I'm selling a new type of cleaner. Your wife spilt some water on me, I'm sorry, I must look a right state."

"I'm not his w.." Lorna began, but her dad interrupted her.

"Yes, my wife, Lorna, I'm Frank. And don't worry, you're not disturbing us, and you don't look a state at all, you look cracking." Frank gave a hesitant smile. He was around 50, I guess that like Lorna, he'd had been a parent when he was young. He was solidly built, not fat, but chunky. His large hands were laid out on the table in front of him, and it reminded me of that Picasso photo where his fingers are replaced by bread rolls. He looked like a carpenter to me, a reliable bloke, someone who would come round and fix anything in your house for you with a minimum of fuss. Living my lifestyle I've learnt to be able to judge people quickly and I knew instantly that Frank would be fun, but also safe and trustworthy.

I feigned a blush, "why thank you." I peeled the blouse away from my breasts, Frank was transfixed by this action. "Can you dry this?" I asked Lorna.

"Erm, sure. I've got a tumble dryer or hairdryer?"

"Tumble dryer is best I guess." With that I began unbuttoning my blouse. I stopped at the fifth button and looked directly at Frank. "Sorry, you don't mind do you? It's just the quickest way and I can get on with my rounds then."

"N, no, of course not. I understand completely. We don't mind do we Lorna?"

Lorna was paralysed, caught between wanting the game to progress and startled at how quickly we had come to this point. This was one of my tactics, combined with the 'mistake' of thinking they were husband and wife which was designed to knock Lorna off balance a bit and to add some spice to the scenario. I stared at her, nodding for her to respond. She could stop this now, return us all to some normality, or she could continue. This was what she had to decide. 

She shook her head, and I thought it was all over, but the action was more one of shaking away doubts, for she beamed and said "of course not, whip it off, we're all grown ups here."

I wanted to kiss her then, and gave her a supportive smile. I slowly undid the remaining buttons, concentrating on my blouse but aware that Frank and Lorna were completely captivated by this casual striptease. I could hear Frank's deep breaths as he sat gripping the table in anticipation and Lorna was motionless, standing by the kitchen. I was the only point of motion in the tableau like a scene from the Matrix.

I undid the last button and peeled the blouse off, revealing my breasts to Frank. Needless to say my nipples were very erect, and as I tossed the blouse to Lorna I made sure my boobs jiggled sufficiently for Frank to let out a groan.

"I've got a top you can borrow," Lorna croaked.

I had anticipated this, and I couldn't keep up the pretence that it was all innocent if I refused to put a top on, so I said "no, it's fine, I don't want to trouble you. I've got a cardigan in my bag I can wear."

I bent forward, in no obvious rush, and permitting Frank a good side view as my hefty boobs swung away from body. I rummaged through my bag, ensuring my breasts swayed and undulated, and then pulled out a black cardigan. It was a mini-cardigan, designed to just be worn over the shoulders. I put it on, jutting my chest forward, so Frank could see my painfully erect nipples. The cardigan was too small to button up, so I smoothed it around my breasts, leaving it undone. 

"There," I said, "that's better." All eyes were on my skimpy top which ended just below my boobs, and which threatened to peel open at any moment. There was so much flesh on show that it wasn't really 'better' at all, but I acted as if full modesty had been restored.

I sat opposite Frank at the bench table. I noticed that Lorna hadn't even put my blouse in the tumble dryer, and had just left it on the side. She had barely moved since I came in. Finally she came over and sat next to her father.

"So, erm, what is it you were selling?" Frank managed to ask.

"Oh," I said, beaming. "Yes, I may as well demonstrate while I'm here. This is my first day trying this door to door sales lark. To be honest I don't think I'm very good at it, but I'll show you anyway."

I reached into my bag and pulled out a handheld vacuum hoover, an alternative to the Dust Devil, which I had purchased from the Shopping Channel just for this scenario. I knew I had to have a story that was at least possible, if not that plausible, to maintain the right tone. 

"This is a K2 Hand Vacuum," I declared. Then, having memorised the advertising blurb, I recited "How many times do you have annoying little spills? Crumbs, even liquids. You don't want to grapple with the big hoover every time, but you don't want these little spills to build up. The K2 Hand Vacuum is the answer. It slots on your wall for easy access and with one quick blast sucks up anything." I laid a slight emphasis on the word 'sucks' here, but not too much. "Allow me to demonstrate."

I stood up, and as I turned to the side I realised what a good job the cardigan did of outlining the curve of my full breast against the black material. The cardigan clung bravely to each nipple for now. Both Lorna and Frank were definitely not focussing on the K2 Hand vacuum.

I switched it on and continued, "it is easy to clean surfaces, and also those high cupboard shelves." I ran it along the kitchen worktop and then opened a cupboard and reached up as high as I could to hoover a top shelf. This caused my short skirt to rise up, as planned, revealing the skimpy white knickers I was wearing, and the bottom half of my pert buttocks.

"It's also really easy to use on people, if you spill crumbs," I leant over Frank and seductively ran the hoover down his chest and then across his crotch. This made Lorna stare at the big bulge in his trousers, which twitched as I pushed the hoover against it. I went over it again and he made a small, involuntary thrusting motion towards the hoover. My breasts were inches from his face now, and the stretching had cause the right one to slip free of the material. Frank licked his lips as he stared at it.

I switched off the hoover and quipped, "is that a K2 Hand Hoover in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm sorry, but I'll never forgive myself if I don't ask this. Can I feel your tits please?"

I chuckled, he was like a little boy asking if he could stay up late. "Well, I guess I should repay your kindness, but it's up to your wife. I don't want to cause any trouble. What do you think Lorna, should I let Frank play with my tits?"

Lorna was flushed, almost panicked. I gave her a wink of encouragement. "Yes, sure I guess," she managed to mumble.

Franks' hands reached up to my quivering bosom, but I stopped them, "on one condition. I don't want to be the only one topless here, and it looks to me as if your wife has a lovely pair on her. So you can play with my tits all you like if Lorna takes her top off."

This ruse of pretending to mistake them for husband and wife was really working well. Lorna glared at me. Frank looked between my breasts, his hands still outstretched and achingly close to squeezing my melons, and then back to Lorna, a puppy dog expression on his face. 

"Please Lorna," he begged. He didn't want to be denied my breasts now and would have asked her to do anything.

"Ohhh, allright." She quickly and demurely unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to one side. She was wearing a lilac bra which encased her torpedo shaped breasts. Not looking at us she whipped this off, and stood with her arms folded under her breasts, her face set defiantly.

I smiled as it occurred to me that Frank and I now had to feign opposing reactions. I had to pretend this was the first time I had seen her breasts, and Frank had to react as if it was a regular occurrence. I think I did a better job.

"Wow," I breathed, "your missus has got a fantastic set of tits. It's not often my boobs seem inferior in a room, but they do now."

Frank was mesmerised, my naked breasts momentarily forgotten. Lorna's saucer-like aureoles were light pink, fading into the milky smoothness of her domed bosom. Her arm underneath brought them together so the nipples were like two eyes, drilling into Frank's own wide eyes. He ached to reach up and cup them, and nuzzle into them.

Lorna was silent, looking at her father's hypnotised reaction. She softly chewed her lip, something she often did when nervous or aroused. I wasn't sure what it was this time. Frank wiped his mouth, his hands dropping to his lap. He was paralysed, unable to make a decision about how to proceed.

"Ahem," I coughed. "I have a pair of boobs here that someone was going to fondle. You can play with Lorna's any time."

With that Frank snapped his gaze away from Lorna's chest and turned back to me, a grin of pure joy spreading across his face as he appraised my full breasts hanging above him. My tits are a bit smaller than Lorna's, I'm a 36DD and she is a whopping 40F, but my waist is a bit slimmer, so they look even bigger on my small frame, seeming to occupy all of my upper torso.

Frank reached up with both hands and enveloped each boob in his mighty hands. My breasts have been described crudely by some men as 'more than a handful', but this wasn't true in Frank's case. His large mitt fully covered each breast and he began to knead them softly, his rough palms rubbing against my nipples. I found the sight of his big hands engulfing my tits very erotic and I started gyrating my chest against his hands. It is one of the great things about sex that you can never predict what image will suddenly cause that wave of erotic stimulation. I remember the first time an elderly man caressed my body, it was the contrast of his wrinkled skin against my smooth, taut flesh that really turned me on. Now, seeing Frank's big workman hands dwarf my breasts I felt my arousal go to the next level. If ever I had doubted about going all the way, that uncertainty was gone now. Even if Lorna had begged me I wouldn't have been able to stop now.

"Oh, I love your big hands on my tits Frank," I said, stroking the back of his hands. "I bet you love him playing with your tits with these strong hands, don't you Lorna?"

Lorna just moaned softly, her left hand lightly caressing her right breast. Frank shuffled forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly on it, while he continued to fondle the other breast.

I let out a grunt of satisfaction, running my hand across the back of his head. He slurped greedily on my tits, alternating his attention between them. He was obviously happy to do this all day, so I thought I'd entertain them both while he enjoyed himself.

"I wouldn't want you both to think I do this sort of thing all the time," I said. "Tell me Frank, can you tell when a woman is feeling uncontrollably horny?"

"Mmbbmml," he muttered, his mouth full of tit-flesh. 


The Generation Game Ch. 01



"You see sometimes I get like that. Today I was trying to sell these hoovers and I started getting all turned on at the thought of going to all these strange houses. Then one of your neighbours answered, and I guess I'd been getting a bit horny because my nipples were erect, and he could see this, even though I was wearing a bra.

"His wife was in the other room and she called out 'who is it?' 'Just a salesman,' he answered. And then, without saying anything he unbuttoned my blouse, took my bra off and began groping my big tits, just like you Frank."

Frank paused his joyful sucking and looked up at me between my cleavage. "Did you say anything?" he asked.

I shook my head, "no, I know I should've but I just felt powerless. He was groping my tits and tweaking my nipples." I demonstrated with one breast while Frank worked the other. I was looking directly at Lorna, who was absentmindedly caressing her own breasts as I continued, "His wife called out to him to send me away and he shouted back, 'just coming dear.' Then he pulled out his erect cock, and placed my hand on it. I couldn't help myself and I began to wank him in his hallway, the front door still open. Then his wife said 'I'll come and get rid of him,' and I heard the door open. The man quickly stuffed his cock back in his trousers and pushed me out of the door, with my blouse still undone. He'd kept my bra as well.

"So that's how I came to be here with no bra on," I concluded. Frank was no rubbing his crotch as he continued to bestow attention on my chest. "The problem is that it's left me really horny. Do you think you'll be able to help me?"

Lorna mouthed "slut" to me, with a grin on her face. 

Frank stopped sucking my tits and looked up at me. "How horny are you?" he enquired.

I held his gaze and replied, "very, very horny."

He gulped. 

"I think I should get these silly knickers off now, don't you? Then you can feel just how horny I am."

I pulled down my knickers and stepped out of them. Frank was still seated so my pussy was at face level. I lifted up my skirt and instructed him, "feel how wet I am Frank."

He tentatively inserted one of his thick fingers into me. I writhed at the touch, pushing my crotch forward to take in more. Each of his fingers was like a cock in itself. He slid a second finger in and I let out a soft whimper of contentment.

"God I love your husband's hands Lorna. You're so lucky, I bet you love having these thick fingers deep in your pussy."

This dirty talk made Frank speed up his finger work and he brought his rough thumb up to gyrate against my clitoris. 

"Oh wow, that feels great Frank," he squeezed another finger in and my pussy felt crammed and as each finger writhed around inside me it felt better than any cock. "Jesus, I think I'm going to cum already."

Frank reached around and cupped my arse with his other gigantic paw and squeezed my buttocks tightly. He was working on my pussy like a craftsman, using his fingers to slide back and forth, then work along the walls, while his thumb rubbed up and down against my clit. Then he slid a thick thumb into my arse and, much earlier than I had intended, I found myself having an orgasm.

"That's it, oh you bastard, I'm coming." I let out a yelp as he found the G-Spot with his index finger and a shudder went through me. My knees buckled and I withered onto his lap, as he removed his hand from me.

I breathed deeply then looked up at him. He was grinning proudly. "You sir, are a naughty man, making a young defenceless woman cum like that right in front of your wife."

I could feel his erect member pressing into my bum through his trousers. I addressed Lorna, "he knows how to use his hands doesn't he? With your tits and his hands, I'm surprised you two ever get out of the house."

"Do you think that's cured your horniness?" Lorna asked, a tad hopefully I thought.

I chewed my lip and said, "I'm afraid it may have made it worse. And it's not helping having your husband's big cock pushing up into my arse, while looking at your fabulous tits." 

I gave Frank a long kiss, as he rocked his crotch slowly against my behind. "While I get my breath back, would you mind if I played with your wife's tits?" I asked him.

"Erm, well, I" he stammered, looking at Lorna.

"Pleaaaase," I begged, "they look so lovely, and I know you probably lick them and suck them every day, but I may never get the chance."

I shuffled off his lap and sat opposite Lorna. She didn't move, neither encouraging or discouraging me. I gave her a long kiss, rolling my tongue inside her mouth. Again she didn't respond, in a state of some shock she could make no decision as to how to proceed.

I cupped her left breast in my hand and rolled my hand around the nipple. "I love your boobs Lorna," I whispered as I took it in my mouth and nibbled it lightly. My own breasts were moist and soaked in Frank's saliva. I offered them up to her and she obligingly opened her mouth and licked around the nipple, before sucking it gently. We played with each other's breasts for a couple of minutes. I could hear Frank's breathing becoming heavy as he watched this spectacle, something he must have never believed he would witness.

I turned to him, "there's plenty here to go round, why don't you join me?" I squeezed one of Lorna's boobs toward him, as an offering.

I could see a look of panic in Lorna's face. Frank moved forward and then stopped.

"Come on Frank, don't be shy, I mean it's not as if you haven't played with these beauties lots of times before is it?"

Finding himself caught in the story, unable to think rationally, he didn't see any way to proceed but to do as I asked. Or maybe he didn't want to think of any other way. He knelt next to me, and looking Lorna in the eyes, took her breast in his big hand and tentatively squeezed it. A shudder went through Lorna as he did this, trapped between the excitement of her father groping her as she had fantasised and the knowledge of the illicit act.

I took as much of her other breast in my mouth as I could, greedily rolling my tongue around it. Frank followed suit, the two of us feasting on her enormous breasts like hungry twins. 

I ran my hand across Lorna's delightfully sexy little pot belly and slid it into her trousers. She made an attempt to stop me, but it was rather half-hearted, and with a quick flick I had her button and fly undone. I pushed my hand into her knickers, and now, rather than trying to stop me, she adjusted her position so I could slip my finger into her damp slit. She writhed at the touch, as I ran two fingers down her swollen lips, and again pushed them into her.

"Your wife's pussy is soaking," I whispered huskily to Frank. "Feel it with those big fingers of yours."

Lorna gave me a startled look and Frank hesitated, but I switched my fingers onto her clitoris, which I knew from experience was very sensitive for her. She groaned loudly and arched her back. Her trousers slipped below her bum now, and with my hand pulling down her knickers, her pussy was on full display. Her legs were spread and her engorged lips were pouting at us. Frank wiped some sweat from his brow as he contemplated it.

Lorna's eyes were closed and her breasts thrust out to us as she continued to slide sideways and shuffle under my manipulations. Frank couldn't help himself now and reached across, and tentatively pushed one of his stocky digits into his daughter's dripping slit. 

Lorna's eyes opened quickly in shock at this entry, but she was trapped between needing to stay and feel the pressure of my attentions on her clit and feeling she should react and pull away. When Frank stroked her lips with a second finger and then slid it in, her body decided for her and she pushed herself forward onto his fingers. 

"If you fuck her with your fingers and I concentrate on her clit, I think she's going to come any minute now," I instructed Frank. Frank didn't need telling twice and he began a frantic sawing motion with his fingers in and out of Lorna. I parted the lips around her clitoris and stroked some juice onto her inflamed bud, pushing it in and massaging around it, as I had done so many times before. 

Lorna was no longer arching her back but was instead leaning forward with her arms around both of us, looking down intently at our handiwork on her private parts. She was covered in sweat, her auburn hair matted across her forehead and shoulders.

"Are you going to come Lorna?" I enquired.

She nodded dumbly.

Frank increased his pace, pulling his three fingers right out to her lips and pushing back in again up to the hilt. His other hand cupped her left breast and massaged the nipple. I gave her three hard upwards rubs on her clitoris and she began to orgasm. She gripped my hair and arched her back again, her crotch bucking wildly beneath our hands.

"Oh, Oh, Ohhhh!" she wailed. Her hand clasped Frank's one on her breast and squeezed it tightly. We didn't stop our ministrations to her vagina and she kept writhing and moaning for a good minute. Then she gave one last enormous thrust with her hips, knocking my hand away and plunging Frank's fingers deeper into her.

"Coming like a slut!" she called out, somewhat to my amusement. Then she slumped back and with a slurp Frank extracted his hand. We both stared at the dishevelled, sexy woman lying across the bench seat next to us, her eyes closed, her trousers and knickers scruffily hanging around her knees and her thighs and mound glistening. Frank inspected his own gooey fingers, and wondered what he had done.

I was concerned that in the post-orgasmic comedown Lorna would feel guilty and we'd lose the momentum so I broke away then and said to the dazed Lorna, "I really need a fuck now. I know I should let you go first, but would it be okay to have first go on your husband's cock?"

She nodded dreamily, "yes, his cock, go on."

Frank was still fixated on his blissed-out daughter, so I began rubbing the hard lump that strained at his zip. "What about you Frank, would you mind helping out a poor horny girl who needs a fuck?"

He broke away from Lorna's body and eyed me with wanton lust. "God, yes."

His cock was writhing against my touch, and I unzipped his fly and fished inside. I always love this part, the anticipation and the reveal, each cock is different in its own way and waiting to see what this particular one will be like is always a treat. It's not just about size, I know we women make a big deal about size, and I've had a few large ones in my time, but there is an indefinable element to it also. There is admittedly a certain thrill at encountering a big one, and more so in touching it, but it is often painful to accommodate. There is a quality to some cocks which just makes them more appealing, some you want to lick and caress, and others look rather revolting. As I wrapped my fingers around Frank's cock and gave it a small tug to release it I knew this would be one of the desirable ones. It was about average length, but as I suspected, it was thick and meaty, like his fingers. Some precum glistened on the large bulbous head. It stood upright and proud, like it was willing and ready to do its duty.

Lorna was staring at it intently, trying to fix the mental image of it. I ran my fingernail down its length and proclaimed, "mmm Lorna, your husband has a lovely cock. So much nicer than my boyfriend's. I bet you love him sticking this in you and inbetween your big ripe tits."

Lorna moaned almost regretfully at this image. I continued, "and you Frank, what do you like better, putting it in your wife's hot pussy or fucking those big melons of hers?" I was getting a real kick out of suggesting these incestuous images to them, under the pretence that I thought they were married. It urged me to talk dirtier than I did usually.

I straddled Frank's lap and lowered myself onto him. I stopped when I felt his cock against my pussy lips and slid it up and down the outside. Frank moaned urgently and tried to push it in. "I'm about to stick it in me Lorna. Are you sure you don't mind?"

Lorna had struggled to an upright position and shook her head. "Just to be sure, I want you to say it," I teased her.

"Yes, I mean no, I don't mind."

I had Frank's cock in my hand and was smoothing it along around the outside of my pussy. It was pulsing in my hand, which could barely close around its considerable diameter.

"Say what you want me to do Lorna," I commanded.

"Fuck him," she whispered. Then louder, "fuck his brains out."

"Your wish is my command," I grinned and with that pushed his cock head inside me. 

Both Frank and I gasped. I lowered myself down so its full length was pushed up inside me.

"Fuck that's a good cock you've got there Frank. I could ride this all day. I'm surprised you ever let it out of your pussy Lorna."

I didn't do much for the first few minutes, just let Frank rock his hips with his fat member deep inside me. We kissed passionately, and Frank mauled my boobs. Then I used my thighs to raise myself up until his swollen cock head was right at the exit of my pussy. Feeling it rub against the swollen lips, I stayed there and then sank bank slowly, enjoying the feeling of its passage into me. I repeated this a few times, and wondered if I would be happy to pass an hour like this: up, up, hold it, rub, and down, down.

I looked across at Lorna who was watching the action. If ever an image summed up that contradiction in her looks, it was the one I witnessed then. From the neck up she was a beautiful innocent, woman. Her eyes were glazed over, and she had a wistful smile on her face, as if she were remembering some pleasant childhood experience. From the neck down it was all sex: she was still topless and her huge boobs swung lazily from side to side with her body motion. She cupped one breast and rolled a finger around her nipple. She had slipped off her trousers and knickers so she was naked now, and her other hand was delicately stroking her still swollen pussy.

This sexy image of Lorna made me increase the pace of my riding, pushing myself up quickly and then coming down hard on Frank's cock. He knew he wouldn't last long at this pace, and responded by placing one hand on my clitoris and bringing that burly thumb to bear on it again. With his other hand he cupped my arse, my entire bum seeming to fit in one of his giant paws. Like this he could lift me up and down on his cock himself, while simultaneously rubbing my clit. 

I was nearly coming when he stopped. I looked at him, puzzled. He lifted me up with his strong hand on my arse. He stayed inside and laid me down on the table on my back, him standing at the end. I wrapped my legs around him and he began pistoning into me.

Now I really was coming. "Oh God Frank, that's it. Keep going, not yet. I need more."

With that he put his hand down to my crotch and pushed his chunky thumb into my pussy, on top of his cock, while using his first finger to slide up and down on my clit. It felt amazing, like having two cocks in me. 

"Oh my fucking God, I'm coming Frank, coming like a slut!" I said, repeating Lorna's phrase.

Then he was too. He pulled his hand away and with a thrust that sent me juddering up the table I felt his semen pour into me, in five strenuous bursts. I gripped the table as waves of contractions went through my pussy walls, clamping down on his penis. With one final scream I came and collapsed back, spent.

Frank laid on top of me, kissing me lightly and breathing heavily. "I'm .. fifty ... two.. years .. old," he panted. "And that is .. the best fuck... ever."

I stroked his head and waited for my heart rate to come down. A little shudder went through, a post-orgasmic after-shock, and I felt my pussy clamp around Frank's deflating member again. He moaned softly.

"I had best clean myself up," I said. 

Frank lifted himself up and all three of us watched with some fascination as he withdrew his cock from my pussy. This action caused another shudder, as it popped out, glistening brightly. I gave Frank a peck on the lips, "thanks, that was fantastic." Then I hopped off the table and went to the toilet to clean up and pee. I did this quickly and then hid around the corner so I could hear them talking.

Frank was first to break what I guessed was an awkward silence. "That was, erm, unusual," he commented.

"Yes, I, well, erm I'm sorry if it got out of hand dad."

"I'm the one who should apologise," Frank said quickly. "I don't know what came over me."

Lorna giggle, "I'd say Dawn came over you pretty well."

He chuckled, "she certainly is something isn't she? I get the impression this isn't the first time she's done something like this." A pause. "Look Lorna, I love you, and I did things today I shouldn't have done. I don't want you to feel ashamed or embarrassed. It was all my fault."

"No, it's fine. I think it was obvious that I enjoyed it. But let's put it down to the influence of Dawn, it's like we were caught in her power."

I sashayed back in at this point, still naked. Frank was fully dressed and Lorna had her trousers back up, but was, to my delight, still topless. "Is someone talking about me?" I asked playfully.

"We were just saying that was a strange afternoon, like we were caught in your power."

I grinned, "think of me like a sexual catalyst." I reluctantly began picking up my clothes. "I suppose I'd best get going."

Lorna surprised me by chirping in, "well, I didn't actually dry your top, I kind of got distracted. You could stay for some tea if you want, I've got a lasagne here."

I slipped my knickers on and looked between them, both had eager expressions on their faces. "Oh, go on then."

"Great," Lorna began laying the table, her large boobs swaying with every motion. Noticing that Frank and I were observing this, she bent down to pick her bra up.

"Would it be too much to ask if you both stayed like you are for the meal?" Frank asked. "I've never had a meal with two topless buxom beauties."

Lorna sighed, but with not much conviction and dropped the bra again.

Lorna served up lasagne, bread and olive oil dip. I realised I was quite hungry and commented, "all this having multiple orgasms really works up a girl's appetite."

Frank blushed a bit and shuffled uncomfortably. I enjoyed teasing them like this and pointed to a stain on the table, "I think I may have left a mark on your table when you made me come like a slut Frank."

"Dawn!" Lorna admonished me.

I laughed, "sorry, just playing with you." I ate some bread and then enquired in my best innocent voice, "so you're 52 Frank. How old are you Lorna?"

She guessed where this was going and answered hesitantly, "thirty three."

"Wow, thirty three! You dirty old man Frank, you're old enough to be her father."

He coughed awkwardly, and checking with Lorna he nodded. "Well, we've got a confession to make. I'm not Lorna's husband, I am her father."

"Oh my!" I feigned shock. "In that case you've been a very naughty man Frank, sucking your daughter's big titties, then making her come with those big thick fingers, then fucking another woman right in front of her. My, my, you two are naughty indeed."

Frank looked ashamed and his head sank. I had only meant to tease him, and I felt guilty. I patted his leg and consoled him, "look, I take it nothing like this has ever happened before?" A quick shake of the head. "And it won't happen again, right?" A firm nod. "Then put it down to a strange, weird afternoon when this nutty woman knocked on the door. Afterwards you have to promise me that neither of you will ever try anything like this again." They both gave definite nods. "And you didn't, you know, do the deed, so you can just put it behind you and go back to being a father and daughter, okay?"

They both seemed cheered by this. "Sounds like a deal to me," Lorna said and Frank agreed.




The Generation Game Ch. 01



Frank chuckled then and said to Lorna, "can you imagine what Christopher would make of this scene? Two big boobed woman sitting topless in his house, eating dinner."

"I expect it'd blow his mind," she giggled.

"Poor lad probably has it hard enough as it is, with such a sexy mum," I suggested, "if he saw me here as well, I bet he'd blow his wad."

As I was talking I accidentally (and this time it really was an accident) dribbled a bit of olive oil from my bread, and it landed across my right breast. Everyone stopped to look at it, the sexual charge in the room suddenly increased again. 

I smiled at Lorna and said, "it's good for the skin I've heard." I proceeded to rub it into my skin, tracing a line across to me nipple. I then scooped my hand into the bowl and slapped a big dollop of olive oil on my tits. "Might as well do the lot." 

I massaged the oil into my boobs, the nipples slipping between my fingers and soon they were both glistening.

"You are incorrigible Dawn!" Lorna squealed.

"And you are very sexy," I chortled, picking up the pot and splashing it across her tits before she could react. 

She leapt back, "Dawn! Look at me!"

"Oh, we are, we are," I said. "Now be a good girl and let us rub it into you."

"What? Both of you? What about all the stuff we just agreed?"

"Ah, I said, afterwards you can go back to being respectable father and daughter, but I haven't left yet. And this is Frank's last chance to feel those amazing boobs of yours. And Frank really wants to, just for the last time, don't you Frank?"

He nodded dumbly, "sorry, but, yes."

Lorna sighed again and sat down. "Okay, just a quick massage then..."



The Generation Game Ch. 02



"God, I missed you," said Tabi, who was straddling Graham on his king-size bed, rocking lazily on his cock. "So she was hot, this Leda chick?"

"Very hot," said Graham. Tabi scowled. "Very nearly as hot as you," he amended, rolling his eyes, and she laughed.

"Suck-up!"

"It was an interesting experience," he said, thoughtfully.

"Sharing her?" asked Tabi, picking up tempo.

"Well, yes, that - obviously. But I really meant watching a girl fall in love as you fuck her, but not with you. She was absolutely blindsided by that kitchen boy -" He trailed off as Tabi leaned over to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth banishing thoughts of Leda and Tyler and bringing him to the brink of orgasm.

. . .

"So, I'm glad you raised this whole sharing thing," Tabi said after they had both cum, snuggling into Graham's side and tracing circles on his belly with her fingertips. 

He opened an eye and looked at her. "I did?"

She grinned, winningly. "Remember that porn you were watching the night we first met? That looked like a lot of fun."

"Tabi, it's only been eight months. I'm not sure I'm ready to share you."

She pouted, flopping onto her back. "You've always shared me, Gray."

He opened the other eye and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down into her black, post-climax irises. "Tell me you're not suggesting my son and I fuck you at the same time as I think that really would -"

Tabi laughed, delightedly. "No, not with Jack! I'm not crazy. The best thing about your family spending the weekend at your mother's is that I get to fuck you without having to fuck him first. You have mates, right?"

She reached over and took Graham's phone from the nightstand, selecting the camera function, held it at arm's length to ensure her naked breasts and lovely face were centred and pressed the shutter. "There you go," she said. "Send a group text. See who's up for it."

Graham sighed. "Do you really think I haven't already shown off nude photos of my beautiful eighteen-year-old girlfriend to everyone I know? And, when I did, do you think any of them *didn't* ask for your number?"

She gave him soulful Puss in Boots eyes. "Well then? I promise faithfully not to fall in love with them."

Graham's mouth quirked. He took the phone from her and replaced it on the nightstand, grabbing instead a bottle of anal lubricant. Rolling her onto her belly, he lifted her hips so she rose onto all fours.

"Shall I take that as a 'yes'?"

He snorted with reluctant laughter. "OK, OK, you little slut, I'll think about it. But right now, just shut up and spread 'em."

. . .

"This is it."

Tabi pressed the button to release her seatbelt, but her legs felt suddenly weak and she sat for a moment, smoothing her short denim skirt with the heels of clammy, shaking hands, before opening the passenger door.

"I didn't know you had a flat in London."

"I don't," said Graham. "It's my secretary's. She's in Marrakech for the next couple of weeks."

"And you have a key?" Tabi arched her left eyebrow, clumping up the stairs after him in her favourite tan cowboy boots. "Why am I not surprised?" She paused. "So, this guy that's joining us. He's your boss?"

"He is. His name is Dan." He turned abruptly and when she mounted the next step she found herself in his arms. "Tabi, do you still want to do this? You know you can change your mind at any time." She looked up into his face and saw his forehead was creased with concern. She felt a sudden rush of warmth towards him and kissed him deeply, one small hand on the back of his neck, the other pulling his hand down and under her skirt to feel the wetness between her legs.

"Yes, I want to do this."

. . .

Tabi and Graham were necking (like teenagers, Graham thought, amused) on Rachel's couch when the doorbell buzzed. Her stretch top had been pulled up, the cups of her bra down, and her exposed nipples were hard, and wet with his saliva. Graham took her hand and led her to the door to admit Dan.

Tabi was still breathing heavily, her heart pounding and her pupils huge, as she looked up at the new arrival. Graham squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You must be Tabitha," said Graham's boss. He shook Graham's hand and smiled into Tabi's dark blue eyes before glancing down at her swollen tits. "Good to meet you. Those are lovely. Thank you for having me." His own eyes were twinkling.

He bent and took her face in his hands, sliding his tongue against hers in a wet kiss. Tabi, adrenaline surging through her, shuddered with lust. He moved forward, crossing the threshold of the flat, and Tabi took a couple of steps back with his mouth still on hers. Then he released her and looked her up and down again before moving past her and dropping onto the couch she and Graham had recently vacated.

Dan's height and build, Tabi decided, were similar to Gray's, but he was several years older with smoulderingly dark eyes and a shaved head. His big, square hands were loosely clasped between his open legs as he leaned forward, appraising her. His relaxed air of confidence was in sharp contrast to her taut, nervy anticipation. In her state of heightened arousal, she jumped when Graham put his hands on her shoulders from behind and steered her over to the couch. 

"Ssshhhhh," he whispered in her ear, discomfited by the change in her. He had seen her exuberant, blasé, seductive, playful, spoilt, supremely comfortable with her own voracious sexuality; he had never thought her highly-strung. He decided a casual approach was warranted.

"You got here quick," he remarked to Dan, pulling Tabi's top over her head and throwing it onto the low table to the left of the couch.

"I came straight from the office," replied Dan, as Tabi's bra was unhooked from behind and the straps fell from her shoulders.

Graham cupped her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. Dan watched her chest heave, licking his lips, and his cock swelled between his legs. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his suit trousers. Graham's hands slid slowly down Tabi's sides and round to her flat stomach. He tugged gently at the belly bar in her navel before easing down the front zip of her skirt, which fell around her ankles. She stepped out of it, moving closer to Dan, opening her eyes to look into his. Her tongue darted out to moisten her parted lips.

"I'll get us some drinks," said Graham. Tabi tore her gaze from Dan's and her eyes followed Graham, anxiously, as he left the room.

"Come here, sweetheart," Dan said and leaned forward to hook his fingers into her knickers and pull them down her thighs. "How old are you, again?"

"I'm eighteen," she replied: the first words she had said to him.

He admired her silken, naked pubic mound and then slipped a hand between her legs, using his forefinger to explore her sopping wet labia before easing it inside her pussy. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you," he said, quietly. "So tight and wet."

When Graham returned with three glasses, Tabi was sitting sideways in Dan's lap, naked except for her cowboy boots. Not just her nipples were wet now: her entire breasts were glistening with saliva and here and there little bruises inflicted by his boss's teeth were forming, beginning to discolour her soft, flushed flesh. Her lips were locked on Dan's, her arms tight around his neck. Graham, who had shared many women, found himself feeling an unfamiliar possessiveness. Her body was so perfect, her cunt so tight, her appetite so fierce, her buoyant personality so in tune with his own - and to complicate matters, she was his daughter's best friend, which inspired a quasi-paternal, almost-incestuous protectiveness in him. Now he felt the need to assert his prior claim over her and, setting down the glasses, he grasped her hips and pulled her lower body towards him, planting the soles of her boots flat on the couch cushions and spreading her legs so she was open to him. He held her knees wide apart and buried his face between her legs. The sweet-and-sour taste of her spread over his tongue as he probed the slippery folds. Her pelvis lifted and she moaned softly into Dan's mouth. Her arms fell from around his neck and she stretched them out above her head. Her inner thighs quivered as Graham's lips closed around her clit and his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, snapping together to clamp him in place. He slid his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks.

Overwhelmed with sensation, Tabi squirmed and cried out. She felt completely out of control. One of Dan's hands was twined in her long, blonde hair, the other kneading her firm breasts as he continued to snog her, and further down Graham's expert tongue was inexorably forcing her towards orgasm. She concentrated on the mounting climactic wave in her core, arching her back, bracing herself with strong thighs - and it broke. Her hips bucked repeatedly as ecstasy coursed through her insides, and she actually screamed, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands, leaving red crescent-shaped indentations. Graham continued to press the flat of his tongue to her clit and her slender body trembled, vibrating like a plucked guitar string. At length she caught her breath and wriggled away from his mouth, unable to take any more. Ignoring Dan, she sat up and slid her arms around Graham's neck, kissing him lavishly and lapping her own juices from his face. He kissed her back with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and passion and she reflected that, despite his infidelity to his wife, his secretary and herself, there was no-one else she would have trusted to guide her through the experience she was about to have.

On cue, Dan's impatient voice said, briskly, "Are we going to take this into the other room?"

Without a word, Graham stood up, lifting Tabi, who wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles, wound her arms around his neck and buried her hot face in his shoulder. Dan shed his trousers and boxers, which had become extremely tight, and led the way to Rachel's bedroom.

When Graham deposited her on the mattress, Tabi reached out to take a thick, hard cock in each hand. Stroking Graham's rhythmically, she guided Dan's into her hungry mouth. Dan gathered her hair in a ponytail behind her head, the better to admire the beautiful view of her eyes looking up at him as his dick stretched her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue traced the length of the long vein on the underside of his dick and her nails lightly scratched his sack. With her other fist she jacked Graham's cock expertly, knowing exactly what he liked. She drew back slowly, her lips and the tip of her tongue massaging Dan's shaft until only his cockhead remained out of sight and was about to swallow him again to the root when, to her surprise, he pulled out. She hadn't begun to demonstrate her full oral repertoire and she looked up at him quizzically.

"I'm about to explode," he explained ruefully, his voice hoarse. "I need to get inside your pussy."

Smiling a little, she turned her attention to Graham, kissing and licking his cock while Dan shucked off his remaining clothing and made himself comfortable on his back. Then she swung one booted calf over his body and, looking into his face, very slowly positioned herself over his hard shaft and sank down, impaling herself on it. He held his breath as the warm, wet, tight walls of her pussy gradually engulfed him. Her eyes closed as she felt his wiry pubic hair on her labia and she rocked for a moment with him deep inside her, focusing on the stretching sensation in her cunt, letting him open her up. She began to move then: leaning back slightly, rising and falling, her hands braced on his thighs. He lay still, letting her work, lazily watching the glistening, gnarly shaft emerge and then disappear between clinging, rosy labia. At length, he levered his torso upright and pulled her to him, running his tongue over her teeth, dropping his hands to her buttocks and pulling them apart.

This was too much for Graham, who had been watching in jealous impatience as his boss fucked his compliant girlfriend. He put a firm hand on Dan's chest to push him back onto the pillows. Tabi turned her head to find his cockhead pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth wide to admit him and he growled, "Make it good and wet, Tabs. It's the only lube you're going to have." Her eyes widened a little and she worked hard to thoroughly moisten his shaft, saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth and running down her chin. He pulled out and moved behind her, kneeling between her legs and Dan's. He pressed between her shoulder blades until she collapsed onto Dan's chest, and ran his flattened tongue from her perineum up the cleft of her backside to her tailbone and back down again. He blew gently into her tight arsehole and then pushed his tongue into the little rosebud, making her moan softly. He pushed harder, stabbing at her anus with the tip of his tongue until she writhed and whispered, "Please -"

He'd wanted to drag this out, torturing her for wanting someone else besides him, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He took his dick in his hand and began to nudge at her spit-soaked hole, gently at first, then more insistently. She craned round to look at his face, raking her hair back with her fingers from her temples, which gleamed with sweat. Her anus resisted the intruder and he grasped her hips, forcing his cockhead into her as she pushed back, feeling her sphincter stretch and burn, whimpering in discomfort. Below her, Dan, knowing he'd lost her focus, bucked his hips to penetrate deeper inside her and reached out to grab handfuls of her hair and pull her face back to his. He kissed her deeply as Graham pulled back and thrust forward again, urgently seeking entry. She sobbed a little and tears leaked from her tightly closed eyelids. Dan sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it hard, distracting her from the tearing of her anal tissues - and then all at once the tight ring of muscle yielded and Graham was inside her too.

The three of them were still for an instant: Tabi both savouring the fullness of her pelvis and still struggling a little with the stretched soreness; Graham and Dan marvelling at the hot, soft, tightness of her passages. Her breath was ragged and her face wet with sweat and tear tracks. Graham stroked her hair to one side and kissed the soft down of her neck. "Are you OK, sweetheart?" he asked, softly.

She nodded, wiggling her hips experimentally and finding slick lubrication rather than dry friction. "I'm good," she panted. "It feels good."

Relieved, Graham begin slowly to move inside her, sliding his cock out of her rectum and then easing it back in again, gradually loosening the elastic walls. Dan waited a little longer while Graham established a regular rhythm and then began to move in time himself. Tabi's eyes were no longer screwed tightly shut, her knitted brow little by little smoothing out. Minutes later she had relaxed completely, entirely focused on being fucked. It was indescribable, she thought, just before she lost the capability for any rational thought whatsoever. Emotion and sensation flooded through her, her thighs seemed to liquefy . . . and she cried out in the most powerful orgasm of her life, which seemed to go on and on and on. Her pussy pulsed around Dan's cock. Graham, too, could feel the vibrations reverberating through her core, and the two men pumped hot semen deep into her.

. . .

Tabi lay, spent and outwardly inert, sandwiched between them as her internal muscles milked the last of their cum from them. Once their balls were empty, Dan and Graham realised that they were looking into each other's dilated pupils and simultaneously burst into laughter. Careful not to jolt Tabi's limp body, Graham withdrew from her and between them they gently turned her onto her back.

"Thanks, mate," said Dan, running a hand over her sweat-slick breasts and stomach and watching as a mixture of his cum and hers trickled from her swollen pussy. "That was amazing. You are a lucky bastard." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and made for the bathroom.

Gently, Graham smoothed sweat-darkened strands of hair from her damp forehead and kissed it. "I'm so proud of you, kid."

Her eyes still closed, she groped blindly for his hand, lifted it to her lips and kissed the inside of his wrist. "I love you," she said, indistinctly.

. . .

Dan let himself out around three o'clock, utterly sated, utterly drained and utterly determined to find a teenaged mistress of his own. When Tabi woke several hours later it was just her and Graham in Rachel's bed. Her cheek was pillowed on his mat of chest hair and her right leg flung across his. They had taken her together twice more after that first time, every muscle in her body ached and her holes were burning and sticky; but his arm around her waist and his warm hand on her hipbone suggested reassuringly that their relationship was intact. Carefully, she crawled out from beneath him and slipped into the tiny kitchen in search of coffee.

Twenty minutes later, she was sitting cross-legged on the mattress next to him amidst a mess of croissant crumbs, steaming mugs on the nightstand. Her breakfast plate was resting on his stomach and he frowned as he removed it to reveal smears of butter and blueberry jam on his skin underneath.

"Lick it up, you dirty girl," he ordered and obediently she straddled him and cleaned his pubic hair and belly with a greedy tongue before kissing her way up to his coffee-flavoured mouth.

Some minutes later, he asked, "Happy now? Get it out of your system?"

Tabi looked thoughtful. "I feel incomplete."

He stared at her.

"It would have been nice to have something to suck on." Her eyes sparkled.

Shaking his head and laughing he flipped her onto her back and knelt astride her, planting his hands on the pillows to either side of her face. 

"Suck on this," he said. And he kissed her.



The Generation Game Ch. 03



"She was fucking amazing," Dan was saying. "I wanted to find a way to thank you properly for sharing her with me, so here it is. You're going to the conference in Edinburgh next month and staying in the exec suite; and -" here he paused significantly and gave an exaggerated, Sid James wink "- you can take a guest."

Graham grinned widely and high-fived his boss. Everyone wanted Edinburgh. The hotel was incredible - and it was three days off work. Tabi had earned him this reward by fucking his boss and transparently loving it, and he couldn't wait to share it with her. He sent her a text: "Block out the week of the 9th in your diary. We're going to Edinburgh."

. . .

Tabi was beside herself with excitement. At eighteen years old, this was a week of firsts for her. She had never been to Scotland; she had never been away with Graham, or, indeed, stayed in a hotel with a man; she had never shared a bed with him for more than a night at a time; she had never, she thought wryly, told her mother quite so many lies. Now, here she was in a first class train compartment at Graham's firm's expense. She had packed and dressed carefully for the five-day break (he had laughed at the size of her bag, asking why she thought she was going to need any clothes) and today she was wearing nothing but a short, cream bodycon dress, made from some textured fabric, and high-heeled tan gladiator sandals that buckled up around her firm, tanned calves to her knees.

Graham watched her, amused. They hadn't even crossed the border and already her pupils were hugely dilated and she was quivering with suppressed sexual excitement.  The fabric of the dress continually grazed her bra-less nipples so they stood to attention, and the vibration of the train stimulated her clit and kept her in a perpetual state of arousal. She thought she could smell her leaking pussy and that everyone else in the compartment must be able to as well. Rarely at a loss for words, Tabi was silent. Graham, who had had his secretary just before leaving the office and therefore had no urgent need for relief, was nevertheless sorely tempted to fuck her in the toilet; but decided it would be more fun to make her wait but keep her on the edge. He amused himself by inching his fingers up her inner thigh under her skirt but just stopping short of her pussy-lips, feeling the goosebumps rising on her soft flesh and the burning heat radiating from her needy cunt.

By the time, hours later, they reached Waverley Station, she was fairly climbing the walls. He found a cab and, in the guise of guiding her into the back seat, cupped her arse cheek in his palm. Once inside, he finally fingered her hot, wet pussy while simultaneously making conversation with the Asian cabbie. Tabi, gripped by pent-up lust, squirmed helplessly, her tight passage gripping his probing fingers as she reached a shuddering, screaming orgasm, watched in the rear-view mirror by the impressed driver. At the hotel, Graham thrust a large banknote into his hand and took the cabbie's business card, then unzipped Tabi's dress, pushing it off her shoulders to free her breasts which bounced into view, taut and springy with hard, swollen peaks, and invited him to take his tip. The cabbie's big hands kneaded and squeezed her tender, sensitive titflesh as she leaned through his window, Graham's hard-on pressing into her backside and preventing her from backing away. The man sucked on her tits one at a time and then bit down so hard that she squealed and would have pushed him away had Graham not caught her forearms and pulled them behind her, thrusting her nipple deeper into the stranger's mouth. She howled, juices gushing down her inner thighs as his teeth bruised her.

Graham refastened her dress before they went into the hotel lobby, but her erect nipples still strained against the cream fabric, so wet with the cabbie's saliva that the material grew transparent where it touched them. As they checked in, the male receptionist's eyes were glued to Tabi's chest and he wrestled with the tongue-twisting challenge of welcoming Mr Swann and Miss Nichols without an unfortunate Freudian slip. Graham declined the offer of help with their bags and in the lift, as he kissed her, peeled off Tabi's dress so she walked down the hall to their suite naked except for her sandals. Her inner thighs, he saw, were slick and glistening and her swollen labia were pinkly visible beneath her waxed mound.

Inside the room, he dropped his trousers and positioned her on all fours on the huge bed, slamming into her sopping twat from behind.

. . .

An hour later, Tabi was soaking in the huge bath tub, sipping from a large champagne flute as Graham Skyped Dan. He wandered in to the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe, and perched on the lid of the toilet.

"Say hi to Dan," he said.

Tabi smiled at Graham's boss's face on the iPad screen, pushing wet strands of hair away from her face.

"Hey sweetheart," said Dan. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Yes, thank you," replied Tabi, the champagne warming her from the inside heightening the flush from the hot water. "It's awesome." She stretched luxuriously, setting her glass down, and the movement lifted the tips of her breasts above the surface of the bathwater, streams of water cascading down their smooth slopes, marred slightly by tooth marks. Dan groaned in arousal.

"I wish I could fuck you right now," he said, bluntly. "Will you masturbate for me?"

Tabi grinned and her torso sank beneath the water again as her knees bent and she planted the soles of her feet on the rim of the tub, her thighs spread wide. She sucked the fingers of her right hand and used her index and little fingers to spread her outer labia wide, displaying the gleaming pink flesh of her pussy. With her middle finger she caressed her wet inner labia and traced circles around her clitoris. Her head fell back, her long hair floating around her face, her eyes closing and her lips parting. Her pink tongue flickered between her small white teeth to moisten her dry lips and she moaned, enjoying her own exhibitionism.

Dan and Graham both gripped their cocks in furiously-moving fists as they watched her get herself off.

"Cum for me, baby," Dan begged.  

She panted and gasped as her middle finger worked at her nub then slipped inside her pussy, pumping in and out before emerging glistening with thick juice. She added a second finger and both men groaned at the wet, sucking sounds her cunt made as her fingers sawed in and out of her. Her left hand kneaded her breast and tweaked the engorged nipple as her right worked between her legs, then trailed up her body, smearing lubricating juices in its wake, to her mouth and disappeared inside.

Watching her sucking her fingers clean of her own secretions as she met his eyes on the screen was too much for Dan, who came explosively into his own hand, and for Graham, who said abruptly, "Sorry, mate, got to go," before terminating the call and lifting Tabi, dripping and shuddering as her climax built, from the tub and carrying her through to the bed, where he dropped her onto a huge, fluffy towel.

"Hadn't you better call your boyfriend?" he asked her, passing her her phone and shucking off his robe.

Tabi obediently selected Jack's number from her contacts list and set the phone to hands-free. As Graham crawled between her legs and forced them wide he heard his son's voice say, "Hi, Tab. Miss you, babe."

"Hi," Tabi replied, her breath catching as Graham blew gently on her swollen pussy-lips and then forced the tip of his tongue between them.

Jack was still talking, but his words were a meaningless babble. Finally, his focus shifted from himself to her and she realised an answer was called for: "What've you been up to?"

"Oh, just sight-seeing with Mum," Tabi lied, fighting to keep her tone even as the flat of Graham's expert tongue pressed on her clitoris. "It feels incredible .... to be here."

The tip of Graham's tongue teased at her most sensitive area as Jack asked her more questions that she struggled to muster a coherent response to, and slid along her intimate folds. He sucked gently on her labia and then on her clit, circling and flicking it with his tongue. Then he sucked his index and middle fingers and eased them into her swollen cunt before renewing his oral assault on her nub.

"I have to cum now," she gasped, "I mean go. Go to dinner," and groping blindly just managed to locate the 'end' button before her orgasm overwhelmed her and she screamed and thrashed, Graham's laughing face clamped between her spasming thighs as her pelvis bucked.

"I'm glad you found that so amusing," Tabi said, some minutes later, when the tremors that had gripped her had eventually subsided and her breathing had returned to normal. She reached for his phone. "I think it's time you spoke to your wife."

She planted her palm on his breastbone and pushed him back on the pillows while dialling Claire's number, then balanced the phone on the springy black hair of his belly. When Claire's voice said, "Hi, darling. Good journey?" she was already tracing the seam on the underside of his cock with her wet tongue and cupping his balls in her hand.

He fought for composure, describing the hotel for his wife - he had taken the risk of asking her if she wanted to come with him, knowing she would refuse to leave the twins alone - as Tabi's tongue described circles around his engorged shaft. She sucked on his cockhead, looking up at him through her lashes, and then slid her lips down to take his entire length into her hot mouth. She drew back again, making loud slurping noises that Graham both feared and hoped Claire could hear in their kitchen back home. Tabi moved lower, sucking his sac into her mouth, rolling his balls around and caressing and separating them with her tongue. He gasped and panted. She bathed his perineum in spit, pushing his legs apart and lifting his hips to rim his arsehole. Since Rachel had always found it entertaining to go down on him while he spoke on the phone to clients, he was practised at keeping his voice steady while a woman blew him, but there was a special frisson in talking to his wife with his cock in his son's eighteen year old girlfriend's mouth. Tabi's tongue retraced its route and soon he was inside her again, the tip of his cock pushing at the back of her throat as she gurgled.

"It sounds brilliant," Claire was saying. "I wish I was there with you. I love you." And Graham felt the spunk boiling in his balls, cupped in Tabi's hand, grabbed handfuls of her damp hair and released his load into her with a strangled cry.

"What was that?" asked his wife, confused.

"I love you," he replied, looking down at Tabitha.

Slowly, Tabi crawled up his body, straddling him, and opened her mouth. Inside was a viscous, cloudy pool of semen. She looked him right in the eye, holding his gaze as she swallowed twice and ran her tongue over her teeth. Then she opened her lips wide again and stuck out her pointed, pink tongue. Her mouth, now, was quite empty. Graham groaned.

"Is everything OK?" Claire's voice crackled, concerned.

"Erm, I'm not sure," Graham stammered. "I can't find my wallet. I think I might have left it in the bar. I'd better check right now. 'Bye, love." And he rolled Tabi onto her back, climbing on top of her and seizing her lower lip between his teeth.

He kissed her long and hard. She had gulped down every drop of his cum and tasted only of her. He reached for his glass from earlier and took a mouthful of champagne, kissing her again and squirting it between her lips. She swallowed and coughed, laughing. He tipped his glass, trickling the contents over her breasts and into her belly button, lowering his mouth to suck it from her hard nipples and navel. It was still cold and she wriggled and squirmed, so he had to chase the trails of liquid as they ran in irregular paths down the contours of her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him back, long, hard and passionate until, breathless, he was forced to break the kiss or suffocate. His cock was already rock hard again at the thought of continually fucking her tight, young body all day and night - barring breaks for sleep, food and total exhaustion, and an occasional appearance at the conference for form's sake - for another four days.

Graham rolled her over onto her belly, pulling the wet towel from beneath her, and pulled her arse cheeks apart, tipping more champagne into her arsehole and then licking the length of her crack before stabbing at her anus with his tongue. She sighed happily and lifted her hips, trying to suck his tongue inside. He squeezed her cheeks firmly and moved between her legs. Gently, he eased two fingers inside her and swirled them around, stretching her arsehole before spitting inside. She rose onto her knees, her face pressed into the pillow as his fat dick pushed at her back entrance. Her sphincter resisted him and she pushed back to admit him. His cockhead popped through the ring of muscle and he sank inside, deeper and deeper, until his balls slapped against her pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," Tabi crooned, breathlessly. "Your cock feels so fucking good in my arse."

He began to rock into her rhythmically, slowly pulling out of her until only his cockhead remained inside her rectum, then sliding slowly back inside until he was buried inside her. Her stretched anus seemed to clutch at his flesh, reluctant to let go. She was becoming more vocal, begging him not to stop, to fuck her deeper and harder. She lifted her head from the pillow, craning her neck so she could look at him, her eyes round and her pupils huge and black. He dug his fingers into her hips as he rammed into her over and over. 

"Oh God!" Tabi howled, incoherent now. "Oh God! Don't stop!"

He reached around her with his right hand and groped for her clit. There it was, swollen and hot. He rubbed it, gentle but firm, and she put her hand over his. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes, I'm cumming!" and he came with her, thick ropes of hot semen spurting into her depths.

Her thighs were shaking, unable to hold her weight, and she collapsed beneath him. He lay on top of her, spent and shattered, his cock shrivelling inside her. He smoothed her wet hair from the back of her neck and kissed her there, feeling the soft down against his lips. Rolling off her, he closed his eyes and felt sleep tugging at him.

. . .

He felt he had barely drifted off to sleep when he felt her fingers tugging gently at his chest hair and her tongue laving his nipples. "Gray," she whispered. "Will you fuck me?"

He opened one eye and looked at her in disbelief. 

"Seriously, Tabi? You came in the cab, then I fucked you when we reached the room. You came after masturbating for Dan and when I went down on you as you spoke to Jack. And then again when I fucked your arse. I'm forty-five, sweetheart. I haven't the energy to go again."

She pouted and bit her thumbnail and he sighed, "You know that saying about the spirit being willing but the flesh weak?"

She kissed his mouth, his chin, his throat and further down his body, sucking his limp penis into her mouth. It twitched slightly but couldn't rise.

He propped himself up in his elbows and asked, "You really want to fuck again right now?"

"Right now," she agreed.

He lifted the receiver of the phone next to the bed.

"Hello? Reception? It's Mr Swann in the Stewart Suite. Was it you who checked my girlfriend and me in earlier? .... Yes, you couldn't stop staring at her tits .... No, don't apologise. I wondered if you would like to have another look at them? .... Can you excuse yourself and come up here now? .... Great. See you shortly."

Tabi stared.

"What are you waiting for?" Graham asked, innocently. "Give your hair a brush, put a robe on. He's on his way up."

She leapt off the bed and ran to the bathroom, frantically repairing her tousled appearance. When, scant minutes later, a knock came at the door, Graham motioned her to open it.

The receptionist was tall and well-built, with dark brown skin. Tabi smiled up at him nervously.

"Miss Nichols," he said, formally.

"Tabi," she corrected, closing the door behind him and leaning on it.

He smiled. "Hi, Tabi."

She dropped the robe. He glanced over at Graham who nodded, and he was on her.

His hands squeezed and kneaded her tits, pressing them together as he lowered his head to take both her nipples in his hungry mouth. He sucked, bit and chewed at them then released them to gaze in frank admiration. "So beautiful," he said.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Graham sat on a couch, legs crossed casually. She sat, naked, on the edge of the bed and unbuckled the receptionist's trousers. She realised that she didn't know his name, and had no particular desire to know it.

When his erection sprang free, she gasped. It was both longer and thicker than Graham's and the veins on the surface stood out like thick rope. She drew her tongue tentatively along its length and he groaned, burying his hands in her long, blonde hair. She sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue around the rim of his cockhead and dipping the tip into his pisshole. Already his girth was stretching her lips. She began to suck more of his length into her mouth, one hand cupping his fat testicles, the other encircling the thick root of his cock. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the underside and inched closer to his belly. When she could take no more, barely half of him was inside. He held her firmly by her hair, tipped her head back and began to force the tip down her throat. She gagged and choked, tears coursing down her cheeks, saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth. Relentlessly, he pushed and Graham watched, transfixed, as his entire length gradually disappeared inside Tabi. 

Once he was fully engulfed he relaxed his hold on her head and began to throat-fuck her, pulling out and then ramming into her again, slowly to begin with then increasing the pace. Graham wondered if he would cum in her throat, denying her the orgasm she craved, but at length he withdrew from her completely, only strands of saliva and pre-cum still connecting them. She looked up at him through streaming eyes, coughing and drooling a little.

Hurriedly, he undressed and lay back in the bed, pulling her on top of him. Tabi grabbed his shaft and guided his helmet between her labia. She mewled as she sank down, impaling herself on him. Watching his dark cock disappear inside his girlfriend's pink, slippery flesh, Graham's own dick stiffened in response, rearing up from his crotch towards his belly button. She was whimpering as his cockhead bumped at her cervix, rotating her hips to find the most comfortable angle to accommodate his length.

Graham joined them on the bed, pulling Tabi off the receptionist. She knelt between them and the men exchanged glances before, by tacit assent, each taking one of her nipples in their mouth. Tabi gasped, "Oh my God," and put a hand on each head, holding their faces to her heaving breasts. In unison, they exerted suction on her tits and her head fell back as she felt the sensation tugging at her clit. Her back arched in ecstasy. When they broke the suction and her nipples popped from their mouths she groaned in disappointment. 

Graham lay back and pulled her astride him, thrusting his cock up into her cunt in one motion. She rode him smoothly, their bodies fitting comfortably together. The receptionist stood, awkwardly, looking around for his clothes.

Tabi looked around. "Don't go," she said.  "Please. Will you fuck my arse?"

Startled, he hesitated until Graham deftly tossed him a tube of lubricant. He caught it and began to laugh.

"Please," Tabi repeated.

He shrugged and knelt back on the bed, smoothing lube onto his dick and Tabi's anus. He squatted astride her and fed his cock into her elastic arsehole.




The Generation Game Ch. 03



Tabi, as before, had a singular response to being double-penetrated. The fullness in her pelvis triggered a wave of powerful emotion and her eyes filled with tears as the two men fucked her in unison. The tears fell onto her cheeks and then dropped onto Graham's chest. He put a hand on her damp cheek, looking into her eyes and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes," Tabi sobbed. The receptionist, surprised, stopped moving in her, and she focused on the sensation of two cocks in her. "It's amazing. I love it."

Graham began to move again, very slowly. After some minutes the receptionist also resumed fucking her as she squirmed and sob-moaned, sandwiched between them. She was beginning to acclimatise. She braced her palms on Graham's chest and levered herself to a more vertical position, twisting her head so she could kiss the man who was arse-fucking her, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her sobs were beginning to sound more like contented little grunts, but still that powerful emotion gripped her and she felt the power of actual speech had deserted her.

Always looking for ways to push her past her limits, Graham reached again for her phone. "I think it's time you called your mother, Tab," he said. "If Beth was away and didn't call us we'd be panicking."

"You want me to speak to my mother with two cocks in -" but he had already dialled the number.

Tabi's mother answered, "Hi, darling. How's it going?"

Tabi desperately searched her mind, entirely consumed by sensation, in an effort to remember her cover story. She had no luck but her mother talked on, oblivious. "I hope you and Beth are being good for her parents."

"She's being very good for Beth's daddy," said Graham into her ear.

Aware she was about to lose all control, he motioned to the receptionist to remain still. Their stiff poles rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating Tabi's pussy and rectum as she lay splayed between them, reassuring her mother that she was in bed and preparing for sleep. 

"Goodnight then, darling," she said and Tabi blew kisses in relief before ending the call.

She shuddered, vibrations coursing through her body, and the men began to move. Tears ran down her face again as the sensations intensified and they rammed into her faster and deeper. She stiffened between them and her climax hit like a freight train. She gave a guttural animal cry, her legs spasming, and they rode her through it. Minutes later, the relentless pounding of her holes continuing, she came again. Her pussy squeezed Graham's cock convulsively and he fought not to let go. Still they fucked her, their hands grasping at her tits, arse, hips and waist, until she cried out for a third time. Her back arched as if she were having a seizure, her body quivering from head to toe, then was suddenly limp. Graham and the receptionist could hold off no longer and both came together, releasing huge loads of semen into her womb and bowels before collapsing, panting and laughing.

"I'm getting squashed," Graham said and the receptionist pulled his spent cock slowly from Tabi's anus and rolled away. Between them, they turned Tabi into her back. She was splayed and inert, her pussy lips red and swollen, her anus still agape. Cream seeped from her holes onto the sheets beneath her.

"Fuck!" murmured the receptionist, stroking her flat belly, which fluttered almost imperceptibly beneath his fingertips.

"Incredible, huh?" Graham said, proud and a little smug.

"I'm off shift in an hour," the other man said.

"She'll probably be wanting more by then," Graham said. "The girl's insatiable. Just let yourself in."

They shook hands over Tabi's stomach. 

"I'm Jackson," the receptionist said, pulling on his discarded clothes and kissing Tabi's damp forehead. "See you later, Mr Swann."



The Generation Game Ch. 04



As Dan was keen to see Tabi in the flesh again after her little show on Skype, and Claire was away overnight at a spa with the girls, Graham suggested he come over for some drinks and more one Friday evening.

Tabi and Beth were watching the big TV in Claire and Graham's room (aware of this, Graham now had it in in mind to fuck Tabi in his marital bed before morning); Graham, Dan and Jack - treated as one of the guys in his mother's absence - were watching Lexington Steele in action on the lounge TV. When Jack finally crawled upstairs to Tabi, waiting patiently in his bed, he was sufficiently inspired to show more consideration for her pleasure than he typically did, yet still failed to bring her to orgasm. 

She waited, as always, until he succumbed to post-climactic slumber before creeping downstairs in her usual skimpy shorts and t shirt.

Jack's subconscious was still processing the dirty movie and when he stirred in his sleep, his cock standing rigidly to attention, he reached for Tabi and found her side of the bed empty. Frustrated and now fully awake, he tiptoed to his sister's room to bring his girlfriend back to his bed for another fuck. But, he found, she wasn't there either. He checked the bathroom and, finally, his parents' bedroom but both were empty.

The TV downstairs was still faintly audible. Jack sat on the edge of the bed for a couple of minutes, thinking she must have nipped downstairs for a glass of water and wondering if she would peek and be horrified at what his dad and his friend were watching, or whether she too would be turned on and come straight back to him. His cock twitched in anticipation but still he failed to hear her tread on the stairs.

Impatient, he padded down the stairs himself and quietly pushed open the lounge door.

His jaw fell open at what he saw. 

Lex Steele was still fucking some MILF on the screen, but the mute button had been pressed and the sounds he could hear were not from the movie. On the lounge floor on her hands and knees, tits swinging below her, was his nude, blonde, eighteen year old girlfriend.

smile behind her, his fat cock buried between her arse-cheeks, was his father.

Kneeling behind her, his fat cock buried between her arse-cheeks was his father. "Well-lubricated, as always," he was saying. "Cheers, Jack."

Jack couldn't hear her response, muffled as it was by his father's boss's cock filling her beautiful mouth.

Frozen, he watched for several minutes, shocked and horrified, furiously angry yet unbearably aroused, as his girlfriend was spit-roasted on the carpet. He couldn't help but notice she was showing all the animation she lacked when in bed with him, grinding her arse against his father's pelvis, slurping noisily on Dan's dick as she balanced herself on one hand and stroked his balls with the other.

At length, he began to shake, turned away and trudged back up the stairs.

Back in his room he thought about his options. What should he do? Try to ignore what he had seen and carry on as before? Dump the whore in the morning with some lame excuse? Confront the trio downstairs? Drag her back to his bed by the hair and fuck her so hard she couldn't walk for a week? Call his mother? He decided it was not a decision to be made in the middle of the night, nor one he should make alone. He crossed the landing to wake his twin.

Beth, unsurprisingly, scoffed when he told her, from the beginning, what had happened. Of course her father and "Uncle Dan" were not fucking her best friend - who was also her twin brother's girlfriend - downstairs. "This is why you shouldn't watch dirty movies at bedtime," she scolded, but had no plausible theory as to why Tabi had been downstairs for half an hour in the dead of night. Reluctantly, she preceded her brother downstairs and stood, as he had done earlier, in the doorway of the lounge, staring in disbelief.

Her "uncle" Dan, on the brink of cumming, withdrew from her best friend's mouth, took a step back and held his dick in his hand as semen spurted from the tip, coating her waiting tongue, cheeks and eyelids. The girl laughed, collecting spunk on her fingers and sucking them as Beth's father, grunting rhythmically, continued to ram his cock into her sloppy pussy.

Beth, like Dan, took a step backwards, colliding with her brother. Through the thin cotton of her shorts she felt his hard-on wedge itself into the crack of her arse. She trembled, feeling her pussy moisten at the sensation her brother's cock provoked, and made to step away again, but his arms moved around her waist and his hands slipped beneath her tank-top, sliding up to cup her small, neat, round breasts. She turned her head to apologise and his tongue slithered between her open lips as his mouth closed on hers. 

She struggled initially but the resistance was token. She knew it was very, very wrong to kiss her twin brother and let him touch her this way, however hurt he was, but the sight of the two older men fucking her friend was intensely erotic and she could not have stopped if her headteacher had suddenly walked through the front door. Besides, from the very first time Tabi had described to her how it felt to fuck Jack, Beth had found herself thinking differently about her brother. She had found her eyes drifting repeatedly to the bulge between his legs, spied on him as he dried himself after a shower, and masturbated thinking about what she had seen. Now, her own tongue responded to his with enthusiasm and Jack felt her nipples stiffen beneath his palms.

Jack broke the kiss but did not drop his hands and pressed his dick harder into her crack as he breathed into her ear, "Upstairs, Beth."

They turned and, hand in hand, mounted the stairs as behind them they heard Tabitha's cries of orgasm, "Oh God, Gray, I'm cumming!"

In his room, Jack switched on the bedside lamp and peeled off his twin sister's top and shorts, his eyes roaming over her naked body. He hadn't seen her fully nude since they had shared baths in primary school and both her body and his own reaction to it were transformed. She was slim and narrow-waisted, he saw, but lacked Tabi's voluptuous curves. Her small, round breasts were pale and freckled, with areolae and nipples that were typically palest pink, although right now they were red and engorged with desire. He straddled her now, lowering his mouth to suck on them, flicking his tongue over the tips, nibbling and tugging so she writhed beneath him, whispering for him to stop - but her hands holding his head in place belied her words.

He released the nipple he'd been sucking on and moistened his tongue before working over both breasts with long, lavish licks until they shone wetly in the dim light with his saliva and her whole body trembled with incestuous desire. Grinning, no longer troubled by the thoughts of his father and girlfriend, he parted her white thighs and burrowed between them. She had a pretty pussy, he thought. Tabi had told him how she had trimmed and waxed Beth's bush and she had only a small, heart-shaped patch of strawberry-blonde pubic hair. The point of the heart directed Jack to her slippery labia. He spread his sister's outer lips with his fingers. She was oozing moisture and he inhaled her scent, hungry to taste her. He sucked gently on her pussy-lips, dipping between them from time to time as his twin moaned softly, then sought her clit with his tongue. As he circled it slowly he slid a finger between her labia and into her cunt, where he immediately encountered difficulty and Beth winced and pulled away.

"Beth, you're so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you," he told her.

"I'm a virgin," she confided, shyly.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, hopefully, and she nodded slowly.

Lust swept through him and he scrambled out of his own shorts, opening his dresser drawer to locate the lube he used when preparing to fuck Tabi's arse. He spread it all over his cock and soaked her pussy with it, pushing some inside with his fingers.

Her eyes were wide and frightened and he kissed her lips, holding her cheeks in his hands and her eyes with his gaze.

"It probably will hurt," he said, honestly, "but it'll be worth it. You know I love you, right?"

She nodded. That had never been in question. "I love you, too, Jack."

He lay back on the bed and pulled her astride him. He positioned the tip of his throbbing, slippery cock just inside the entrance to her pussy, between lips swollen with arousal. "Now lower yourself slowly. You set the pace."

He rested his hands lightly on her waist as she slowly sank on to him, pausing from time to time, panting and looking into his hot, brown eyes. Her vaginal walls stretched gradually as she slid down her brother's shaft. Her own juices seeped around his girth. At last she was fully impaled on him and briefly closed her eyes, getting used to the the full, stretched feeling inside, beginning to rise and fall. Once she'd established a rhythm she opened her eyes to look into his again. It hurt like fuck, but the sexual desire she could see in his face intoxicated her. 

"OK?" her brother asked and when she nodded he began to move his own hips, thrusting up to meet her. She leaned back, bracing herself on his thighs, and focused on the sensations in her pelvis. 

Jack was whispering her name. "I'm sorry, Beth, I'm going to cum. I can't help it. You're so sexy and your cunt is so tight."

She leaned forward to kiss him, and as her tongue entered his mouth he began to pump her pussy full of semen. It was only then that he realised she would not be on birth control and his balls surged at the thought of impregnating his twin sister. His orgasm went on and on as her tight passage gripped him and her tongue explored his mouth. 

At length, she let his flaccid cock slip out of her and it flopped wetly onto his belly. She lay on her back, looking at the glow stars on the ceiling (as Tabi had done so often), and he rained kisses on her face, apologising (as he had never done, unprompted, to Tabi) for not making her cum and for hurting her. 

"I just need practice," she whispered and he slipped out of bed, crossing the hall to rummage in Tabi's overnight bag for her favourite clitoral vibrator. He pressed the buzzing pebble to Beth's wet clit, sucking her nipples and increasing the speed until she gasped and spasmed, his residual semen seeping from her hole as her pussy pulsed in orgasm. He kissed her as she came and then stroked her belly and watched his sister's chest rise and fall as she drifted off to sleep next to him. He would let her sleep awhile, he decided, before waking her to return to her own room.

. . .

Dan left around three thirty. He and Graham had fucked Tabi to several orgasms in several positions and he was spent. Graham, though, was still determined to fuck his girlfriend in the bed he shared with his wife, and half-carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He was too eager to bother checking on his teenaged children, who were sleeping soundly, naked in each other's arms, in Jack's bed.

He laid her on her side, facing the mirrored wardrobe doors and lifted her leg so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of her swollen, well-fucked pussy. She was exhausted and barely sentient, but he took his time, leisurely thrusting behind her until the sight of them fucking became too much to bear and he filled her with his seed. 

She woke at half past six, disorientated, and tiptoed downstairs to find her shorts and top and drink a huge glass of water. Despite her caution, Beth heard the movement and was able to slip back into her own room, wincing at the soreness between her legs, before Tabi returned.

. . .

At ten the next morning, Jack knocked on his parents' and Beth's bedroom doors, calling, "Breakfast, everybody!"

The three others trooped downstairs, clean and dressed but yawning (and, in Tabi's case, with a chin still pink from stubble rash), to a fully-laid dining table. Jack gestured to Beth to sit beside him, facing his father and girlfriend across the table.

Once the cereal bowls were full and everyone was eating, he said, "This is nice."

He felt a stab of irritation as Tabi and Graham exchanged a conspiratorial glance. Under the table, Graham pressed his thigh to hers and she ran a bare foot up his trouser leg.

"I think we need to talk," Jack continued.

Beth stiffened and shook her head at him, but he smiled at her and poured more milk onto his cornflakes.

"Tabi, we're over," he said. "Clearly, you are exhausted and it would be unfair of me to expect you to go on fucking me as well as my dad and his boss."

Graham choked on his tea. Beth avoided Tabi's eyes.

"I would like to know, though: exactly when did it start between you? Uh -" he raised his hand as he saw both their heads begin to move "- don't even think about looking at each other."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Jack looked contemptuously from one to another. Eventually, Graham replied, "The first night she stayed here."

Jack processed that for a few seconds then said, incredulous, "You fucked my dad the same night we first slept together? You fucking slut!" He paused, thinking. "Months and months ... You know, so much makes sense now. That week you were away - with your mum, supposedly. That peculiar phone call. You were in bed with him, weren't you? Jesus, you never really were my girlfriend at all."

Tabi was still looking at her best friend, and Beth finally lifted her eyes. Tabi said to her, "I'm sorry, Beth." 

Jack rolled his eyes. "You tell *her* you're sorry? What about me? Aren't you sorry for what you've done to me?"

Tabi gave a tiny snort of laughter and said, scathingly, "It's always about you, isn't it? Frankly, Jack, not that much. I've endured your pawing. *You've* had plenty of orgasms out of it."

Jack looked a little stung, but turned to his father. "And you? Does Mum know about this? I suppose you fuck your secretary too?"

Graham shrugged.

"Oh my God, Dad, you are such a porn cliche. You must be sorely disappointed there's no uniform in the sixth form."

Tabi squeezed Graham's thigh under the table and then pushed back her chair. It screamed on the polished wood floor.

"Where are you going?" demanded Jack.

"To get my stuff. I think I'd better go, don't you?"

"I'll drive you home," Graham said.

"Oh no you don't -" began Jack.

His father shot him a withering look. "Someone has to take her, son, and it's not like you can drive."

Jack opened his mouth, but Beth slipped her hand into his and said quietly, "Jack."

He looked at her and slumped in his chair. 

A few minutes later the door slammed and Beth crouched beside her brother's chair and stroked his cheek.

"Come on, Jack. Let's go to bed."

. . .

By the time Graham had parked the car on the common and Tabi had released his cock from his pants, Beth was already sucking on Jack's dick.

Tabi straddled Graham, carefully avoiding the gearstick, and his rigid cock slid into her wet pussy. "Does this change things?" she asked, as she rocked in his lap.

"We'll have to spend our Friday nights somewhere other than at my house," Graham said.

Tabi laughed and kissed him with unusual tenderness.

"Will he tell Claire?"

"I doubt it. Don't worry, my love. We'll be fine."

. . .

Beth gulped down her brother's cum and let Jack's cock slip from her mouth as she wiped a trail of semen she'd missed from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Will you tell Mum?"

"About us?" he asked, confused.

"No, dickhead. About Dad and Tabi."

"No," he said. "I couldn't do that to her. Just tell her you and Tabi had a fight over a boy and she won't be coming over any more."

Relieved, Beth snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. Her brother stroked her strawberry-blonde hair and closed his eyes. 

"I would fight her for you," Beth whispered. "You belong to me."



The Generation Game Ch. 04.1



This off-shoot is especially for readers who were concerned about Claire Swann, Graham's wife. I'm experimenting with tense and narrative structure, so please do let me know in the comments what you think :)

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When, years ago, the stories broke about Michael Douglas' divorce, I had immense sympathy for his wife, Diandra. Whatever my envious friends - who considered it kind of adorable that Graham and I were always late for parties (the sight of me all tarted up having an aphrodisiac effect on him) and frequently disappeared during the course of the evening, returning flushed and dishevelled - might think, being married to a sex addict was no picnic.

My husband needs sex several times a day. I have no need for an alarm clock: I'm woken without fail every morning at half past five by his weight as he climbs between my legs and slides his fat dick into me. When he gets home from work he likes a more leisurely fuck, usually doggy style in front of our mirrored wardrobes but when the kids are out he likes to take me on the lounge floor, or couch, or on the dining table. Before sleep he wants me again, typically anally. At weekends, on top of all this, he wants my mouth. I don't know how he maintains this sort of stamina in his mid-forties. He shows no sign of slowing down and my only respite comes when he is working away and when he is fucking someone else - although even then when an affair first starts it can have the effect of increasing his libido.

Don't get me wrong: I love to fuck as much as the next girl - probably a good deal more, actually - but once a day would be enough for me, unless it's a special occasion. And he's a great guy, my husband: he's sexy, he's fun, he makes me laugh, he's awesome in bed - and he's extremely easy on the eye. I know he doesn't go actively looking for women, but they find him super attractive and, faced with a woman with a strong will, he is quite unable to resist. You might think this would bother me, but you'd be wrong. I love him, I really do, but his demands wear me out and once he's settled into a bit on the side I can look forward to a well-earned break.

We met at university, where I must admit I had a not-unjustified reputation as a party girl and something of a slut. I was up for most things and Graham was the first guy I'd met who was as kinky as I. We married in our twenties and now have twin eighteen-year-old children, a nice suburban house and a comfortable existence. My husband is a senior engineer. I am a housewife.

It's a Sunday afternoon in October. I have just returned from a spa break with a group of girlfriends, including my closest friend and widowed neighbour, Vanessa. Vanessa drove and I thank her with a hug and a kiss on her doorstep.

 {{ A cold Friday morning in February. I am holding Vanessa as she sobs. She is only in her early thirties and is quite alone. Her husband, a lorry driver, stopped to help a stranded woman on the motorway shoulder and a HGV ploughed into them both, killing them instantly. It is tragic, but that's not precisely what she is crying about now. She is crying about feeling helpless and unloved. She is not a practical woman and jobs around the house that her husband would have completed in minutes pile up. She has also just confided that she hasn't fucked a real live man since he died six months ago and she is desperate for sex. She is hooked on porn and gets through mountains of batteries wanking herself off with various sex toys, but it just isn't the same and she's heard too many horror stories about dating agencies and online hook-ups.

I have a sudden brainwave that could work well for us both. I continue rocking her in my arms while her cathartic sobs subside, stroking her dark hair. She's slim and pretty and sex-starved. I'm confident he'll find her irresistible. All my friends know about Graham's continual sexual demands on me: I don't need to explain that. There's only one thing I need to ask her: "Would you like to fuck my husband?"

I've told Vanessa to watch for Graham's car pulling up on the drive and give us an hour. When he gets home, I set about warming him up. He doesn't usually want a blow job on a weekday evening - probably because he fucks his secretary and doesn't want me to taste her on him - but tonight he lets me bury my face between his legs to suck his shaved balls and he groans at the silky sensation of my wet mouth. I bathe his shaft in my saliva and it stiffens and swells. He is holding my head in place and thrusting into my throat when the oven timer goes off downstairs. We ignore it, but Beth shouts up the stairs: "Mum! The pie's ready!" I've waited dinner on him so he can't unilaterally decide his need to cum outweighs the family's need to eat. He growls in frustration and I soothe, "We'll finish after dinner."

We don't, because Vanessa calls the house phone right on time. I answer, listen for a few minutes and say, "I'm sure Graham will be happy to help." I return to the table, where my husband is finishing his fruit salad and say, "I'm so sorry, darling, but Vanessa can't make her shower work. I said you'd go over and take a look at it."

He stares at me. "Right now?"

"Yes, right now. You don't understand, Graham. She's had a terrible day. She was over here crying earlier and this could be the last straw."

He's the best. He doesn't make any more protest, but pushes back his chair and is straight out of the door.

He's gone for hours. Vanessa clearly has a lot of time to make up for and is draining him dry. I retire to bed at half past eleven and drift peacefully off to sleep. I don't know what time Graham joins me as - bliss! - he doesn't wake me. It's not until - a virtually unprecedented - eight o'clock on Saturday morning that I'm woken by a tray of breakfast in the hands of a delectably clean, just-showered husband.

He doesn't ask me to finish what I started the evening before until late morning, just before he and Jack leave for the football. I happily swallow the mouthful of semen he deposits on my tongue, and once the boys have gone I tell Beth I'm popping over to Vanessa's to see how she's doing after yesterday's meltdown.

My friend is looking radiant and I tell her so. Her eyes and hair are shining and her cheeks are pink. She greets me in relief and kisses me gratefully, thanking me repeatedly. She confesses that she was worried I would regret sharing my husband with her. "Not at all," I reassure her. "Any time. I had a brilliant night's sleep - the best since he was last working away."

She pours me a cup of coffee and tells me everything.

"I opened the door to him wearing just my bathrobe [her shower genuinely wasn't working: the subterfuge was that she had only just realised as she was about to step into it] and he was fantastic. He went straight upstairs and fixed it in a few minutes. I knew it was a simple job: just one that was beyond me. Repairing the shower wasn't what took the time."

"So, how did you initiate sex?" I ask, curiously.

She laughs. "I offered him a coffee and a biscuit and asked him if he'd like to wash his hands at the kitchen sink before sitting down. While his back was turned I just dropped the bathrobe. Oh, Claire - his face! His eyes bulged like Marty Feldman's. I don't know exactly what I said: the words just all tumbled out, about how I couldn't thank him enough, about how lonely I was - how frustrated - and how attractive I found him. I went over and put my arms around his neck and kissed him very tentatively on the lips. That was literally all it took. His hands slid down to my arse and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the kitchen table. Then he was dropping his trousers and I saw how thick his cock is. Fuck, I was worried for a second. It's been so long for me I wasn't sure I could take it. But I was massively turned on and practically dripping.... sorry, Claire, I can't quite believe I'm saying this -" She breaks off, blushing.

"Go on," I say, encouragingly. "Was it good?"

"Amazing!" she breathes, suppressing her embarrassment. "He rubbed my clit with his thumb and sucked my boobs, and then he thrust it into my pussy just like that. I was so hot for him it slipped straight in. I hooked my ankles behind him again and he just hammered into me, hard and fast and deep. It was .... oh .... *animal*. It was only a minute or so and I was cumming and screaming in his ear. He pulled out, turned me over and thrust back into me again. The table began to jerk across the room, propelled by the force of his thrusts. I know he was holding back for me, though, because as soon as I cried out that I was cumming again he came too. Oh, and there was so much semen. When he withdrew from me it ran down my legs in rivulets. I could smell that bleachy smell -"

She's been completely caught up in the memory but now she stops again, looking stricken. "Claire, are you sure you want to hear this?"

I laugh. "Yes, I want to hear. What happened next?"

Her eyes search my face uncertainly, but she must see I'm sincere as she continues. "He pulled me to my feet and pressed his softening cock into my back, cupping my tits in his hands and kissing the back of my neck. And he said, 'That was fucking great, Vanessa," and I laughed and agreed that it really was. He took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. Once we were in bed I had the chance to properly explore his body. You are so lucky, Claire. He is gorgeous. I think I kissed and licked and sucked every inch of him - his throat and chest and nipples and belly, and then the soft, loose skin of his scrotum. (Do you shave his balls or does he do it himself?) Anyway, obviously I then sucked on his lovely cock. He tasted of me, of course, and traces of his spunk. Mmmmmm. His dick hardened again in my mouth and I sucked and licked and swallowed his cockhead. I've always liked to suck dick and it didn't take as long as I thought it would, given that he'd just cum, to get him to shoot another load down my throat. We fell asleep for a while then, but I was woken by his tonguing my arsehole and then he sodomised me."

She is blushing again and embarrassed enough to hold back on the details. 

"In what position?" I ask.

"Face to face," she admits. "I've never done it like that before, but I got such a kick out of looking into his eyes while his cock was filling my arse that I came almost immediately. I've never had an orgasm from anal before, either. It felt so very dirty." A shudder of lust shakes her body.

On an impulse, she kisses me on the mouth. She hasn't done this before and, on top of her story, I am turned on. My nipples tingle and my clit throbs. I kiss her back, hungrily.

"Thank you, Claire," she whispers. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." }}

 I'm not sure I can explain it, but sharing my husband with Vanessa really cemented our friendship. We had been superficially friendly before, but now we share something really intimate I feel able to tell her anything at all. I haven't had such a close female friend since primary school and it's fantastic.

I had felt completely relaxed and chilled out after our weekend away, but coming through my own front door is like being doused with a bucket of cold water, such is the icy atmosphere I walk into. Both my husband and son are monosyllabic, so I ask Beth to come and keep me company whilst I unpack, intending to winkle the truth out of her.

"What on earth is up with the boys?" I ask.

"Jack's in a foul mood," my daughter explains. "And he's mainly been taking it out on Dad."

"But *why* is Jack in a mood?" I persist.

Beth hesitates, fidgeting. "He's been seeing Tabi," she says. I roll my eyes. In some ways it's very convenient that my family think I am so oblivious to what is going on under my nose, but it also irritates me. I really would have to be stupid not to know that Jack fucks Tabi when she stays here on Friday nights. (I also know that when Jack goes to sleep, Tabi fucks my husband.)

"Yes, yes," I say, waving my hand impatiently.

"Well," says Beth, "he found out she'd been seeing someone else."

I sigh, heavily. "When did this all come out?"

"Friday night," Beth replies, sadly. "Uncle Dan was round and -"

I groan, cutting her off. I can hazard a pretty good guess at what must have happened. Inwardly, I curse my husband and his need to push boundaries. He and Daniel share everything.

 {{ A Christmas party at Graham's offices in Docklands. I am wearing a short, tight red dress and fishnet hold ups. When I first dressed I had underwear but my husband fucked me before we left the house and wouldn't return it to me. (Fortunately, my breasts do not droop much when unsupported. I didn't breastfeed the twins for long: Graham suckled from my milk-filled breasts for much longer than the babies did.)

I am having a lot of fun. I'm dancing, sweating, drinking to excess. Couples are forming on the makeshift dance floor and bodily fluids are being exchanged in the surrounding offices: I'm turned on by the erotic atmosphere and my nipples are hard as bullets, clearly visible through the fine knit of my dress. My husband brings his boss over and tells me to dance with him. We move together, pressing close, grinding. Daniel's hands are all over me, creeping up my thighs to my stocking tops towards my dripping cunt. I try to back away before he gets higher and realises I have no knickers on but he holds me close and whispers in my ear, "I told Graham I wanted to fuck you tonight. He said it's fine by him but I'd need to ask you. What do you say?"

Daniel isn't just my husband's boss: they are close friends, close enough that my kids call him "uncle". He has been to our home many times and flirts with me outrageously. His wife, Lydia, never attends work events and rarely comes round to ours. She is a deputy headteacher, rather matronly and careful of her dignity. They make an odd couple. If I'm honest I am powerfully attracted to Dan and tonight I am drunk enough to act on the attraction. 

"I say yes, please," I reply and he takes my hand and leads me to the corner office with panoramic views of the city. He locks the door and now his tongue is exploring my mouth as his hands progress up beyond my stocking tops to my naked arse-cheeks. I feel hot breath on the back of my neck and then my husband is unzipping my dress for the second time in two hours, pushing it off my shoulders as he presses his hard-on into the small of my back. I am sandwiched between them and will remain so for some time.

Daniel takes a step back to look at my body, now entirely exposed to him, and gives a low whistle. "Jesus, Claire," he exclaims. "No wonder your husband can't keep his hands off you." I gasp when he takes my breasts in his hands. I am incredibly turned on, my own pussy juices oozing down my inner thighs, and my nipples are swollen, deep red and sensitive. He lowers his mouth to them and when his tongue flicks over them I nearly cum there and then. His lips close around my left areola and he sucks so hard I shriek. When he releases it I am ready. 

I drop to my knees and unbutton his flies. He hastily kicks off his shoes and pulls off his shirt, and by the time my tongue is circling the ridge of his corona and flicking over the head of his penis to taste the precum he is producing he is - in classic British style - naked but for his socks. I suck his length into my mouth, running my tongue over all the ropey veins and around the base and weigh his testicles in my hand. Daniel gathers my hair in a ponytail and his cock twitches in my mouth as he looks down at me, my lips pressing against his pubic stubble as the tip of his dick invades my throat. My impatient husband kneels behind me, lifting my hips, and feeds his own stiff dick into my sopping pussy.

Daniel pulls out and kneels himself before feeding his penis back into my hungry mouth. I am skewered by two cocks, spitroasted on Daniel's office floor. It is amazing. They fuck me in both ends in synchronicity. Dan's eyes are closed, his head thrown back and I brace myself for a flood of semen in my mouth, but he unexpectedly pulls out. "I want some of that pussy," he tells Graham, crudely. I am no longer a person to him, I realise - just a collection of wet holes - and it's intoxicating. I fall forward onto my elbows so my husband's throbbing penis slips easily from my cunt and shuffle around inelegantly on my knees so Dan can take his place.

Daniel pounds my pussy, groaning at the feel of my tight, wet passage gripping his dick, as Graham rubs his cock over my face, smearing it with my pussy juice. I try to catch it in my mouth, eventually managing to suck him in. He clearly has other ideas, though, as he's telling Daniel to withdraw and lie on his back and directing me to straddle him. I sink onto Dan's dick and Graham, triumphant, pulls my buttocks apart and spits into my arsehole. I am not ready for this and ride Daniel faster so it's hard for my husband to access my anus, but he won't be denied.

"Hold still," he growls, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips so I have little option but to stop moving. I tense, but then force myself to relax, knowing I'm only making it harder on myself. 

"Are you going to fuck her arse?" Daniel asks in awe. In answer, Graham begins to force his thick meat into my poor little arsehole, tighter than ever with Dan's dick filling my pussy. I whimper a little and Dan pulls my face down to his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. The kiss is delicious and distracts me enough from the tearing of my tissue that I am able to push back on Graham's cock so it pops through my sphincter and into my rectum. I am stuffed. He asks Dan, over my back, "Tight enough fit for you, mate?"

Dan stops kissing me and says, "Incredible." They begin to double-fuck me. Dan's right. Once my holes have been stretched out a little it feels amazing. I can do nothing but focus on the sensations in my core. I can't move, kiss Daniel back or speak. I'm just a mass of hyper-stimulated nerve endings.

My head buzzes as they continue to move inside me. I feel an unmistakable gathering sensation in my pelvis, which spreads outwards from my centre. I squeeze my eyes shut as my abdomen churns and I cry, "Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!" I buck between my husband and his boss as the wave breaks. As my climax ebbs, they continue to fuck me and I struggle fruitlessly to get away. My clit is too sensitive: the continued stimulation is unbearable. But they hold me firm, still thrusting into me roughly until I cum a second time, and then they unload in me, filling my insides with hot, sticky semen.

My limbs are like jelly and I cannot move so, once they are clothed again, they zip me into my dress and lift me to my feet. They support me between them and I stumble from the office. In the large open plan area a version of musical chairs is being played out. In the middle of a circle of seated executives, a dark haired young woman in a short, flippy skirt is dancing, topless. Her arms are above her head as her hips gyrate to the beat; her pretty tits bounce and jiggle as she moves around the circle. The men clap their hands to the rhythm and chant her name: "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel!" When the music stops, she straddles the occupant of the nearest chair. The lucky guy unbuckles his trousers and reaches for her breasts. I look back as we leave to see her impale herself on his cock as his colleagues cheer and wolf-whistle. I wonder if she will fuck all of them tonight.

Outside, Graham and Dan find a cab to take us to the hotel Graham and I booked for the night. I doze between them in the back seat. They somehow get me up to the room and on all fours on the bed. In the morning I will have only a hazy memory of Daniel's cock pushing between my lips as my husband penetrates my wet pussy again. I have no idea how many times they take me before Dan leaves. I am woken by Graham spreading my legs and mounting me, entering my sore, well-used cunt. }}




The Generation Game Ch. 04.1



Yes, I know what has happened. Tabi will have crept downstairs as she does every Friday night she spends here, after Jack has fallen asleep. Something has woken my son and he's gone looking for his girlfriend only to find her being double-teamed in my lounge. Poor, poor Jack! Beth, of course, doesn't tell me these details. She just looks sad. I wonder how much she knows herself, and what this will do to her relationships with her best friend and her father.

I really could slap my husband right now. And Tabitha. This has worked well until now.

{{ Beth's new best friend is spending the night at ours for the first time. When I collect them from sixth form college it is perfectly clear from the way Jack looks at her that he fancies her. Beth's sleepover is evidently going to be the night my handsome son loses his virginity. The girl is very pretty, very sexy: too much, I suspect, for Jack to handle.

Graham has been at Rachel's this evening. He must be worn out, but when he arrives home and comes through to the kitchen where I am stacking crockery after greeting Beth in the lounge I can tell from his incoherence that he is instantly besotted with our visitor. My son might fuck this little minx tonight; my husband certainly will.

Sure enough, when he finally crawls up the stairs to our bed he looks like the cat that got the cream. He is incredibly fired up. He literally tears off the teddy and cami-knickers I am wearing - I'm grateful they weren't some of my favourites - but shies away when I offer a blowjob, a sure sign that he would taste of pussy. Instead, he bends me over the bed, squeezes a generous quantity of lubricant into my arsehole and stretches me open with his fingers before ramming his rock hard dick into my rectum. He arse-fucks me roughly, one knee on the bed for maximum depth of penetration, spreading my legs wide. Simultaneously, he rubs my clit with a well-lubricated finger and, despite my irritation - he couldn't have fucked his new mistress again and let me get some bloody sleep? - I feel an orgasm gathering inside me. "Fuck, Claire, your arse is amazing," he says and it's enough. I cum explosively, and he does too. }}

Sighing, I finish unpacking and sit beside Beth on the bed.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm OK," she says. "I think she and I can get past it."

"And Jack?"

"He's pretty angry at the moment. He just needs some time."

I put my arm around her shoulders and she says quietly, "I'll take care of him, Mum. He'll be fine. Fancy a cuppa?"

She goes downstairs to put the kettle on. As I lift my now-empty bag from the bed I see something glinting in the winter sunlight. I remove a long, blonde hair from my pillow, shaking my head in exasperation. Bless his heart but he's transparent. I call after Beth, "I won't have that cup of tea just yet, love. Send your dad up, please."

I undress and slide naked between the cool covers, ready to reclaim my husband. I know he'll fuck me now in the same position he fucked Tabitha in our bed. Waiting, I idly amuse myself by trying to predict what it might be. The door opens and Graham strips without ceremony. He pulls back the covers and licks his lips at the sight of my nude body, turns me onto my side and takes me from behind.