5 comments/ 41693 views/ 4 favorites Mountain High By: BobCarole Carole When I felt Peter's hand on my thigh and looked round to meet his smile I realised I was in danger of breaking my resolve not to have any extramarital fun on this break. On a weekend late September last year after our trip to Portugal we had decided to go on a no frills break away from it all with a walking holiday at a climbing hotel that a friend of Bob's had purchased a few years earlier. I think he hoped the walking would tire me out! As I had thought any 'naughtiness' was off the menu I had packed mainly sensible outdoor clothing and certainly none of my shorter skirts and revealing tops. In fact the first night when I dressed for dinner quite casually in a simple white tee shirt with lacey bra and jeans. Bob said it was quite nice to see me look so pretty rather than overtly sexy.. I think he was glad that I wasn't dressed 'over the top' when we met James our host who welcomed us most warmly and proudly to his very comfortable country pub/hotel. We shared a drink in a bar well filled with walkers and climbers of all ages before James took us through to a very tartan themed restaurant where he said he would leave us in the 'very capable hands' -- I didn't realise this would be literal -- of his son Peter. We hadn't seen Peter for over 4 years and he had developed into a handsome fit looking blonde haired 6 footer of 20 who was in his second year at university. We learned later that the whole team waiting on tables and bar - four guys and three girls were all from Peter's uni. The dining room wasn't that busy as most people ate in the bar so when the rush was over Peter asked could he join us for coffee. He complimented us on how fit we looked and said retirement appeared to suit us -- when I pointed out that while Bob was retired and golfing I had decided to go to the gym to get fit . He smiled and said " Well, it certainly hasn't done you any harm as you haven't changed a bit since I last saw you and you look really fit." He suggested a couple of walks and said he and some of the guys were going out next day after they had cleared up after breakfast because it was their last week before going back to uni, and we were very welcome to join them. I thought it might be fun but Bob suggested we might prefer a bit of a gentler pace. After the meal we had a few drinks in the bar with James before off to bed for an early night. Bob After Portugal we arranged to take a walking break and take up a longstanding invitation to a country hotel/pub that a friend of mine had purchased a few years previously, I impressed upon Carole that that recreational walking not sex was the focus. After a pleasant and very relaxing first evening we retired early and whether it was the travelling, the mountain air or the few whiskies I was asleep as soon a my head hit the pillow. I was awakened by the light streaming through the chink in the curtains and looked out on to the beauty of a sun kissed mountain range. Carole was still lying asleep on her tummy when I pulled the clothes back to find that she too must have been tired as she had obviously flopped into bed without her night dress. I admired the curves of her ripe mature buttocks that over the last few years had not only given me but several guys tremendous pleasure. But I felt like walking this morning and giving her ass a gentle slap told her to get up Peter was waiting for her. As she turned and stretched thrusting her heavy pendulous breasts out she smiled and teasingly said " I wish he was waiting for me -- he really is a gorgeous young guy!" I responded quickly with " Well he is definitely off the menu!" I made us some tea while she showered and when I came out of the shower she was fully dressed in a blue shirt, blue stretch climbing breeches and woollen socks. Although the outfit was practical it failed to hide her womanly curves and I noticed quite a few guys checking her out over breakfast. We picked up our packed lunch from Peter who said he might catch us up and were on the 9 mile walk route by 9.30. Carole The walk we had embarked on was a circular walk estimates to take 4.5/5 hours and as the first part was very steep we stopped after about an hour for a drink and as we sat down and looked back down the valley I could see a group of three walkers at the bottom. I rather hoped it might be Peter and his group coming on behind us but found myself thinking I would prefer it to take some time to catch us up as I would rather they ( or he) didn't think of us as too elderly. I roused Bob and we set off again climbing steadily. About another hour and half had gone by when we heard sounds of walkers coming up the pad and turned to see Peter, his friend Mark and a very pretty slim blonde Emma who had been serving in the bar. I think all mature women feel pangs of envy when they see pretty young girls and certainly I felt very old and very dowdy in my practical walking gear compared to her with her very slim figure. Her gear of tight white tee shirt and even tighter white three quarter leggings was obviously designed more to impress the guys than for comfort in walking but it showed off perfectly her unbraed high riding breasts and her pert rear. I suggested they go on ahead but Peter suggested we walk on as a group at least for another half hour until we had lunch together at a lake near the saddle between the mountains. Bob We were about two hours in when we heard a group coming up behind us and saw it was Peter with a guy from the hotel and an absolute blonde stunner. As they approached I realised Carole hadn't re-buttoned her shirt which as she had got warmer she had opened nearly to the waist and I noticed that while I was 'checking out ' the blonde they were checking out Carole's ripe and fairly exposed cleavage. The blonde Emma was as different as you could get from Carole at the other end of my attractiveness scale. They were both pretty blonde's but while Carole had a pair of heavy mature torpedo shaped breasts, ripe thighs and a mature voluptuous rear, this willowy blonde sported high riding pert little tits , slim thighs with a most exciting space between them and a pert though oddly ripe rear. Also a big difference was this blonde was dressed to impress while Carole had dressed for comfort. In terms of looks there wasn't a look in it as both were very pretty facially but while Carole has quite a small mouth, Emma had a wide smile with very pouty lips and I couldn't help thinking I would love to have them round my cock. I was delighted to take up Peter's suggestion and fall in behind her to walk up to the lake for lunch. Carole Mark led off followed by Emma and Bob and I was pleasantly surprised when Peter initially walked with me and then as I fell back slightly as they appeared to put on a spurt, he fell in behind me. When I turned to say I was holding him up and he should go on with his friends he grinned and very pointedly looking at my rear said "I prefer the view from back here." When I said " Well, that's very flattering but I would have thought the view of Emma's rear was a lot better." He smiled and said that while Emma was fun he had always had a thing about older women and larger rears. He suggested we stop for a few minutes and produced a water bottle and offered me a drink. As I was drinking I caught him looking down my shirt which because of the heat I had opened the buttons down to between my breasts and I realised he had seen I wasn't wearing a bra. He grinned as he caught my eye and said " And of course Emma's not as stacked as you." At that he bent down and kissed my cheek and said that if Bob and I weren't friends of his father's he could really go for me. When I replied that I was far too old for him and that Emma would be far more suitable. He smiled cheekily and said " A big difference is I haven't had you yet and I've had Emma several times." I responded by saying that he was very unlikely to add me as a notch on his bed post. He smiled again and looking down at his crotch said "Well then Emma could probably get the benefit of this on the way back." When I asked him how she would feel about being a substitute he grinned " She can't get enough of it. She's probably expecting to be double teamed on the way back." I realised that I was getting into dangerous territory and suggested we catch the others up. And he smiled and said "You can't blame me for trying." He also invited Bob and me to the folk music evening that night as his guests as he said he would be free to have a few drinks with us after he served dinner. When we arrived at the lake Peter asked me to pose for a photo. When I was about to button my shirt he whispered " No just as you are -- I'd like to look back on what might have been." We had a pleasant lunch by the lake and Peter with a twinkle in his eye said they would have to push on as they had to stop off somewhere on their way back and they had to be back to serve dinner by 5.30. I have to say I felt slightly jealous when I thought of the attention Emma would be getting by the two young studs but flattered by the fact that Peter would have preferred to have had my mature body. Bob I have to admit that I was enjoying the seductive sway and bounce of Emma's pert rear with its taut buttocks so much I hadn't realised that Carole and Peter had dropped a little back. It was some little time before they joined us for lunch and when Peter asked Carole to pose for a photograph I realised it was to get a photo of her breasts which were rather hanging out of her shirt. After a pleasant lunch the other three headed on back and I asked Carole what had delayed Peter and her so much. I was quite relieved to hear that nothing had happened but quite turned on to hear that Peter had tried. I was also extremely turned on to hear that the two guys were probably 'double teaming' Emma as we spoke. I pulled Carole to me and we were soon snogging like teenagers as I opened her shirt completely to let her heavy breasts dangle. When I attempted to pull her breeches down she suggested that she was all sweaty and we had a long hike back and suggested we leave it to that night. When I insisted I wanted her now she dropped to her knees and expertly undone my fly and released my by now throbbing and fully erect cock. Carole gives good head --in fact really great head. She holds my balls with one hand while the other funnels my cock deep into her throat. But in my aroused state I simply wanted to fuck her mouth and grabbing her by the hair I very energetically thrust hard into her mouth. My mind raced with images of me giving Emma what I was now giving Carol and Carole doing the same to Peter and I soon approached my climax. As I climax I usually relax and let her suck me to a finish swallowing my ejaculate but today I wanted to spray her face. Carole Bob was obviously turned on a bit by hearing that Peter had tried it on and that he and Mark were intent on double teaming Emma, because as he had started to kiss and fondle me, I could feel his hard erection through his breeches. I wouldn't have minded a bit of hard raw sex but I was a bit sweaty after my walk and I didn't feel like getting undressed and dressed again with a long walk ahead of us. So he settled for me giving him a bit of head. Whether it was the thought of Peter lusting after my body or him having lusted after Emma he was a bit rough and instead of letting me pleasure him by swallowing he pulled out and came off over my face and breasts. After we tidied up we made the long track back to the hotel and a shower. Bob was quite worn out by his exertions and suggested we have an early dinner and bed but I suggested it might be fun to take in just a bit of the traditional music evening. Bob I was absolutely shattered after my walk and whether from the walking or fucking Carole's mouth had a nagging back pain that a bath failed to shift and suggested dinner and an early night. Carole suggested that we at least pop in for half an hour to the music bar in response to Peter's invitation. In spite of the limitations of the wardrobe that she had brought with her she looked cool and sexy with her tan contrasting nicely against her tight white tee shirt top with no bra of course and a long rather white cotton gipsy skirt which was semi transparent especially at the butt and showed that her big ripe buttocks had only the minimal covering of a thong. When I joked he about hoping she wasn't dressing to impress Peter and Mark she hit back by saying she had noticed I had been quite taken with Emma. Carole I have to admit Bob was slightly right in that although I hadn't decided to take things further it was flattering that Peter found me attractive and I really regretted not having brought something sexier to wear. However after dinner when we went into the music bar his reaction and that of Mark to my outfit was flattering and he later told me that in the ultra violet light at the opening my skirt had been almost completely transparent and they could see that all I was wearing beneath my skirt was the briefest of g strings. He said I had also put on quite a show when I went out to the loo as my buttocks looked completely naked through the thin material. I was surprised Bob hadn't said something but he had probably been too busy flirting with Emma in her tiny white crop top and denim mini showing off her long tanned legs to perfection. Anyway Peter had suggested I sit in a booth between him and Mark while Bob and Emma sat in front on stools. The music was good and the drinks flowed and just after I had returned from the loo, Bob and Emma had both gone to the loo and Mark was ordering drinks from the waiter, I felt Peter's hand on my thigh just above the knee. Although it was out of sight beneath the table I wasn't sure this was the way I wanted things to go. When I put my hand over his, to take it away. He whispered "Sorry I couldn't resist that. Your thighs and rear look absolutely fantastic in that skirt." When I whispered " I should have thought you would have preferred Emma's thighs and rear. He embarrassed me slightly by asking Mark whose thighs and rear he found most attractive Emma's or mine. Mark very diplomatically replied that he liked both in different ways.. As Peter's hand moved further up my thigh he posed the question to Mark about whose tits he preferred. Mark smiled and said now for those there simply was no contest. He went on to say that since they had seen my tits fairly well on show at the lake Peter had been raving about them. By the time Bob and Emma came back Peter's had had moved fairly well up my thigh and I felt Mark's on the other thigh. Bob was quite oblivious to this as Emma was sitting with her legs crossed showing acres of thigh and he appeared much more interested in these thighs than what was happening with mine. As the conversation turned to what we were going to do the next day I felt the guys gently prise my thighs apart and Peter's hand claimed my pussy mound albeit over my skirt and g string. At this juncture James arrived to apologise for having rather neglected us to say that he had a few business problems to sort out and had to go to Inverness the next day but he said Peter and his team would look after us. Peter gently squeezed my pussy mound and with a grin said he would be delighted to. It was slightly surreal to be talking to Bob's friend while his son fondled my pussy albeit through the thin material of my skirt. When James left Peter asked what we would like to do next day and when Bob said that his back wasn't up to a long walk they guys said that they had hoped to take us up to quite a spectacular waterfall but that if Bob didn't feel up to it why didn't Emma take him kayaking while I joined them. I was slightly surprised that Bob accepted this suggestion with alacrity and when Emma said she had to have an early night as she was on breakfasts he suggested we go up to. By this stage the guys were in the process of easing my skirt over my thighs so even if I had wanted to which I didn't, I could not have got up. I suggested he go on up and I would follow once I had a nightcap. As Bob was leaving Peter suggested that Mark get us another drink and as he got up to get these I felt his hand on my bare thigh and then on to my g string covered mound as he finished completing hiking my skirt up over my thighs. By the time Mark came back with a very large looking G &T for me Peter's probing fingers had found their way past my g string and inside me and he was gently finger fucking me. By this stage the barriers between guests of his fathers and this young guy had completely broken down as he said to Mark " You should feel the size of this pussy mound it really is exciting." Mark quickly moved in beside me and as I took a drink of what appeared a very strong G&T I felt Peter's fingers being replaced by Mark's. Peter very gently turned my head and kissing my cheek murmured " I hope you don't mind Bob but we really do fancy you." When I responded with " I do find both of you guys attractive but with Bob being a friend of your father's you are definitely off limits." " If that wasn't this case how would you feel?" " Well I would be very tempted." " Really?" " Yes , I find you both really attractive but what I can't understand why you would want me when you can have fantastic looking girls like Emma." He said they both loved older women and he had always had a thing about me since he was about 15. When I asked them the oldest woman they had been with, I groaned inwardly when Ryan said 25 and Mark 26. I said do you not realise I am nearly twice as old as that he said "so what, your twice as sexy." At this he kissed me full on and as he did his right hand took the weight of my left breast. Although the booth wasn't completely out of sight of the crowded room , the room was dark and his hand on my breast was blind side on to anyone who might be looking so I didn't immediately pull away. He took this as a bit of a go ahead and soon our tongues were entwined in a full snog as he groped my breasts Mark rather energetically fondled my pussy. I have to say I was rather enjoying it and I don't know where it may have led had the groping not got quite rough and Mark not decided to move his attention to between my hips and try to finger my anus. At this I broke away saying " Hey guys I really don't appreciate being mauled in public". Both of them apologised saying that my fantastic breasts, pussy and rear had really turned them on and they had got carried away. When I decided to call it a night apart from giving me a peck on the check they behaved perfectly and said they would see me at 9.30 the next morning for our walk. They suggested I bring a change of clothes and some soft shoes as we might get wet walking under the waterfall. They promised to be on their best behaviour and nothing would happen unless I wanted it to. Bob Carole wakened me when she came up and when I looked at my watch I saw she had been with the guys for just under an hour. When I asked her what had happened she explained that they had tried it on with her but apart from a bit of fondling nothing had happened. When I asked her if she was comfortable about going out with them the next day. She said she was quite flattered at them trying it on with her but she had made it clear anything further was off limits." However the next day I noted that she had put on a lot more makeup than normal for walking and was wearing a very tight white tee shirt with no bra and tight black leggings which emphasised her curves. However I have to admit that when I saw Emma in a similar top with tight white leggings my mind was more focused on my day with her than on what happened on my wife's day out. Carole I have to admit that I did take a little more care with my preparation than I normally do when I am going walking and I was pleased when the two guys told me I looked fantastic. They were really gentlemanly as they helped me in to the landrover and when we arrived at the base for the walk they insisted on carrying my rucksack. Mountain High Apart from arguing who would go first and who would follow up -- joking that the one following my rear at the better view to look at they behaved like perfect gentlemen. I resolved it by saying that if they didn't mind having to look at my fat rear, I would lead up the trail. I have to admit I couldn't help emphasising my wiggle a bit but wished I had a short skirt and a pair of heels on to really show it off. After about half an hour they suggested we stop for a drink and as Peter produced the water bottle and handed it to me to drink he apologised about them getting a bit carried away the previous night. I said it was OK, I was no prude and had the circumstances been different I wouldn't have worried about it. When he asked had I ' played away' I said I hadn't ever until the last month and then only a few times. This appeared to make them think they had the go ahead and as I took a final sip of water, I felt both guys sandwich me and both attempted to kiss me and fondle my breasts and rear. I tried to wriggle free saying "hey guys, I told you it was off limits." However although I am not a small woman I was relatively powerless to get free from these two powerful 6 foot plus guys. As they held me quite firmly between them Peter smiled and said I couldn't expect them to follow my fantastically sexy big rear and bouncing boobs for half an hour without wanting to fondle them. And as his mouth closed over mine to silence my protestations, I heard Mark grate in my ear " Don't be prick teaser -- we know you loved us groping you last night and you knew the score about what was going to happen today." I had more or less resigned myself to being taken by these two keen young guys and thought , what the hell, as in other circumstances I would actually have been keen to put out for them. And it was very flattering to see and feel from their frantic hands pawing me and their hard erections against me how much these two young and very attractive guys wanted my mature body bearing in mind the choice they had with Emma. I murmured " OK guys I am up for it but Peter your father must never know." With me agreeing to acquiescing to the guys desire their groping became a bit less frantic and I was able to relax and enjoy the guys obvious desire. And as they pushed my tee shirt up to release my boobs and my leggings down to expose my ass and pussy barely covered by my tiny g string, I was flattered by their comments about my breasts -- 'fantastic', my very prominent shaven pussy mound -- ' what a magnificent cunt' and my rear -- ' the best ass they had ever seen.' I was really relaxed and enjoying the rather exquisite feeling of Peter fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples and Mark's face buried between my thighs with his tongue doing most exciting things to my clit when I heard a noise and looked over Peter's shoulder to horror of horrors catch the direct gaze of a couple of my own age from the hotel come round the shoulder of the hill. My sharp intake of breath made the guys look up, which left me even more exposed as the couple with disapproving looks at my dangling boobs and exposed pussy and ass, passed round us rather curtly answering Peter's cheery 'good morning'. Although it didn't appear to phase the guys it did make me think things might uncomfortable back at the hotel with my having broken my promise to Bob and with James perhaps finding out that I, as the 50 year old wife of a friend, had been putting out for his son and friend. Although it gives both Bob and I a kick for me to dress to show my assets off in public wearing short skirts, stockings and see through tops and I love young cock and Bob likes to see me getting it, we had agreed not to do it on 'our own doorstep.' To be fair to the guys they realised my embarrassment and didn't object to me covering up. Peter grinned and said " The waterfall is a lot more discreet." Another half hours walking and the relaxed and very sexual banter of the guys and I was a lot more relaxed when we headed off the main path to a beautiful pool by a very spectacular waterfall. When we arrived the Peter said " Well Carole lunch, a fuck or swim first." When I suggested that it would be nice to cool off before lunch he grinned and said "Well what are you waiting for we've been dying to see you in just that black g string." Apart from the fact that I don't really like exposing my naked body in daylight the thought of the couple who had seen me earlier or others seeing me cavorting naked with two young guys put me off so to their obvious disappointment I said " Sorry guys I'm going in as I am." They had no similar reservations and as I took off my boots to put on sandals to deal with the stony bottom they very quickly stripped off to show me two very fit hard young bodies indeed and two long dangling semi erect cocks. Both guys dived in while I made a more steady entrance into and a very rapid exit out of freezing cold water. I was standing teeth chattering when Peter came out and putting his fleece round me said " it takes some getting used to." He saw me looking down at his shrunken manhood and laughed. Cupping one of my breasts he pecked my cheek and murmured these will soon get that back up again. As he gently cuddled me and fondled my breast he asked Mark to pour me a coffee and as he went to do this couldn't resist asking me to pose for a couple of 'wet tee' shirt photos. Although I felt I probably looked dreadful the guys seemed so keen that I couldn't refuse them. When Mark came back with the coffee and as I was sipping it he suggested I might be warmer if I took off the wet tee shirt and trousers and dry off in the sun. Peter was more than happy to help me off with both and I was flattered to see, from their erections, that they were turned on to see me in just my black g-string. As they led me over to the towels I thought I should try for some semblance of control so I said " Guys, I am flattered that you want me and I do find you attractive but anything we do must be between ourselves and strictly a one off ." They murmured assent as they closed with me to kiss and fondle me and I was soon lost in the fantastic feeling of having my body desired and fondled by two handsome and hard bodied young studs. As they took it turn to kiss me their hands were everywhere exploring my breasts, thighs, pussy and rear. I remember thinking 'this is what I really need' as I felt Peter's hands and fingers on my pussy and clit. As Mark continued to kiss and grope my breasts Peter dropped to his knees to lick and eat my pussy. I heard him moan 'what a fucking marvellous big cunt' before the exciting things his tongue was doing with my clit made me as lustful for them as they were for me and as one of my hands pressed his head closer to my cunt, with my other I grabbed a handful of Mark's cock and balls. When I felt the hardness of Mark's throbbing cock in my hand I couldn't resist murmuring "I really want that cock." And I rather smiled with anticipation when I heard them almost chorus in unison that I was going to get a lot of cock. When I murmured "Mmmm, I hope so". Peter pulled me down to suck his cock while Mark mounted me doggy fashion. It's hard to explain how exciting it is for an older woman to see how much a handsome hard bodied young guy wants her and even more so when it is two or three guys. Apart from the obvious physical advantages that young guys have in terms of harder stiffer cocks and greater saying power I think what I find most exciting is that these fantastic young guys with the choice of younger more beautiful girls really do want and desire my mature body. The fact that they not only get huge erections over me but once they have climaxed they still want more -- their erections can't lie and demonstrate their obvious desire. This is really exciting and that excitement and arousal leads to an even greater physical experience for me -- I think all women want to be desired and it is only convention that keeps them from exploring and exploiting guys desire for them. It was this arousal and excitement that led me to what many would consider excesses in the Algarve including letting the young guys their take me in ways that I hadn't let Bob -- in fact I was so aroused I really wanted them too. That awakened in me a real lust and a desire to feel hard cock in me as much as possible. Only for the conventions of maintaining at least a semblance of a discreet family life I would have fucked virtually every attractive young guy who looked at me. Instead I had satisfied myself with dressing sexy -- short skirts, stockings and suspenders and see through tops and enjoying the attention it had got. Bob and the vibrator had been worked hard. But now with these two young guys to 'play with' I let my desire have completely free rein and I think they were surprised that I was as keen to take their cocks as they were to give me them. I was glad we were in a remote place unlikely to be disturbed as I am sure the couple who disturbed us earlier would have been totally shocked to see a mature woman of their age very willingly let two young guys make love to her. But in fact I was so turned on and ready for it that I might not even have cared! As I held Peter's balls and eagerly met the thrusts of his firm erection into my throat, Mark's obviously had me firmly by the buttocks as he drive his cock hard into my vagina. They both climaxed in their respective orifices before I did with Peter giving me a huge quantity of cum into my throat and Mark a several pumps of hot ejaculate deep in my pussy. As they dismounted I have to admit I quite shamelessly lay back on the rug and said " Come on guys you've both had your fun, now I need one of you to get between my legs and give me a proper fucking." Both guys were semi hard and I think were a bit taken by my forwardness and it wasn't until I reached forward and grabbed Peter's cock that he started to stiffen again. After I kissed his cock and licked his balls he was soon stiff again. He had a nice cock -- not the 10" of many literotica stories but like Bob's c 7/7.5 inches. But the real difference was the rigidity off it. He quite willingly went between my thighs and as I gripped his hard body with my thighs I grabbed him by his tight buttocks to gain every inch of him in me. We had settled into a very pleasurable rhythm when I heard Mark asking Peter to 'turn me over as he wanted some' and realised he was suggesting they DP me. I think both got even harder when I said" Mmmm it would be lovely to have you both but if you want to take my rear you'll have to use some of the sun cream in my pack." While Mark went to get this Peter rolled off on to his back and as I lowered myself down on to his hardened rod he grabbed my boobs and murmured that I was 'really wonderful and had it all'. As I started to ride him I felt Mark's hands part my buttocks and a drizzle of cool cream hit between them. As Peter thrust up into me I felt Mark's probing fingers enter my ass hole and I think both of them stiffened even more when I moaned "Mmmm that's good." and thrust my ass up to meet the intrusion. I heard Mark grate in my ear " I've been wanting to fuck this big ass of yours since I first saw it." When I turned and smiled and teasingly said " Well what are you waiting for" he had no hesitation in entering his cock in my sphincter and gently and then more firmly pushing it home. His thrust into my rear drove me down harder on Peter's cock and I soon had the exhilarating feeling of being completely full up and the two cocks moving in unison into me. If someone had told me a couple of months ago that I would ever have anal sex again I would not have believed them that not only would I let a guy take my rear again but that I was absolutely loving taking two cocks at once. The two guys were more restrained and neither of them came off until I had first one orgasm and then the series of multiple orgasms that I get when I am taking two cocks at once. As I started my moaning orgasms both guys stepped up their action and Peter climaxed followed by Mark climaxing deep in my bowels. Both dismounted and I was pleased that both started to fondle and kiss me and tell me how wonderful I was. I really hate it when a guy climbs off and leaves you lying there. It also was great to hear them tell me how much they had lusted after my ripe body as soon as they had seen me and them telling me that I certainly hadn't disappointed. Both guys with their limp cocks appeared quite sated and even when I fondled them and kissed the tips of their cocks they didn't really harden. Peter smiled when I kissed him "Carole you really are insatiable lets have something to eat and drink and let us have time to recover". I was pleasantly surprised when they produced a nice lunch and a bottle of white wine and it was pleasant to discuss what we liked sexually. They said that they liked double teaming girls or even triple teaming them but that their real fantasy had been getting together with someone like me. When I asked them did the reality live up to the expectation I was flattered when they said it certainly had and they hoped the experience wasn't over! I started the action again when Mark came over to pour me another glass of wine and I held it up and immersed his semi erect cock in it before putting down the glass and taking his balls in my left hand put his hardening cock in my mouth. His erection very quickly came to attention and he was soon holding my head and fucking my mouth very energetically. I thought he was going to come in my mouth but pushing me down he grabbed my boobs saying that my mouth was good but they had both really wanted to 'tit fuck' me as they hadn't been with anyone with big mature breasts like mine. After a few minutes of riding my breasts I felt him tense and he moved up over my boobs to come off over my face and neck. At that Peter rejoined the action taking my rear while I tried to get Mark up again with my mouth. We spent the rest of the afternoon coupling in various combinations as encouraged them to greater excesses and eventually they had to admit I had 'drained them dry'. As we had a final cup of coffee before heading back I was flattered when they told me it had been the sexual experience of their lives. When I asked if it was even better than with Emma. Both were keen to assure me that while Emma was good and up for anything it was much more fun having my big fat ass and of course Emma's tits were too small for 'tit fucking'. Peter smiled and said mischievously " You can ask Bob for his comparison when you get back." I was stunned to hear that Emma had been very jealous when they had told her that were going to try to fuck me especially as Peter said Mark had really gone on about he had always fantasised about taking a big mature woman's ass. And that she had said that if they were going to fuck me today she would definitely give Bob the fuck of his life. Bob I had thought that Carole would probably fuck the two guys but I have to say I wasn't that concerned as long as she and they were reasonably discreet as I had my own plans for Emma. We had a leisurely cup of coffee after breakfast before heading off to the canoe centre. We got out a double Canadian canoe and as I helped her on with her lifejacket she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said it was lovely to be out with a real gentleman. She had a lunch with us and suggest we head out towards a small island on the lough. It was a paddle of about an hour and as we paddled and took the odd rest and chatted I admired her slim well toned back curving into small put rather shapely hips. On one of our longer breaks she asked me how I felt about letting my wife go off for the day with two young guys 'who had the hots for her'. When I asked her how she knew that she said she had been really annoyed with them the previous day when they had gone on about her 'fit' Carole was and how they would love to get her into bed. She said they had almost raced up the mountain to catch up with us and she noticed how they had positively drooled over Carole's tits. She said even after they had made love to her on the way down they were still going on about Carole's tits and ass. She had seen last night that they were groping Carole below the table -- she said she was surprised I hadn't noticed. When I asked her was she the steady girl friend on one of them. She said at Uni she and Peter had been going steady but since she had come up to work at his Dad's hotel it had sort of become a thing that the three of them knocked about together. I asked her how she felt about it and with rising cock I heard her say that the sex was better with the two guys but she had lost the sense of intimacy with Peter and it really was just sex now. She asked me if I thought Carole would put out for the guys and I said she might well do as recently she had liked taking young cock. She said " Are you not jealous thinking about her with them?" I asked " Are you?" She admitted she was because the way the two of them had raved about the size of Carole's boobs and how they really fancied her big ass -- it had made her feel a bit inadequate especially as Carole was so much older. I reassured her that she was very attractive but in a different way to Carole. She smiled and said " Well I think you are very attractive -- for an older guy!" When I asked how attractive she resumed paddling and said I have to wait and see! By the time we got to the island it was really quite hot and she quite unselfconsciously took off her top. Her breasts though small were very girlishly pretty -- very high riding with quite long nipples that just asked to be sucked and teased. When she saw me looking at her tits -- she said " You can see why I can't compete in the boob department with your wife." I said they were very pretty and sexy in a different way. She came over to me and with her very rich wide pouty lips kissed me full on the mouth and asked me if I genuinely found her beats attractive. Cupping her right breast I rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger and said like the rest of her I found her tits really sexy and exciting. When she asked what else I liked about her -- facially she was gorgeous with a particularly sexy mouth, I loved her breasts and especially her nipples, her long slim thighs and the space between them, and her pert toned rear. She said " There's a lot to be said for an older gentleman -- you say all the right things!" " Now I'm going to tell you what I like about you -- you're a good build for your age, you're really handsome with a great smile and very sexy eyes, I love your voice and I bet you know how to make love to a girl. At that she ran her hand down my crotch and gently lifting my balls said " Oh and you've certainly got heavy balls and what feels like a good cock!" I felt my cock hardening to a size and strength I hadn't felt since I first retook Carole's ass after her gang bang on the boat and I pulled her had against me by grabbing hold of her taut buttocks. As we kissed passionately I felt her hands at my zip and she pulled out my cock. I felt her feel its length and girth and was delighted when she murmured appreciatively "Mmm I knew you would be well hung." My own hand delved down the front of her leggings to the exciting gap between her thighs to close over a beautifully cool completely shaven pussy. As she started to wank my cock and I her clit we soon were pulling each others clothes off and I went for her pussy. He pussy was again very girlish and totally shaven except for a very fine line of hair above the hood of her clit. It was quite honestly the prettiest pussy I had ever seen -- much prettier than Carole's which really is big! She was very voluble and obviously had a low sexual threshold because I hadn't been at her pussy for five minutes with fingers and tongue before she climaxed. Mountain High She was straight down on to my cock and to see it go in between her pretty pouty lips was just part of the fantasy I had had the night before. But as her pretty blonde head bobbed up and down on my cock I realised that while she was extremely eager to please I much preferred the technique of my wife and wondered was she expressing her oral skills on the young guys. However Emma's pussy was inviting and I murmured " I love your mouth but that pussy really is the prettiest I have ever seen" and pulling out I went between her cool slim inviting thighs and mounted her. She was beautifully and tight with a very responsive pelvis and her hands were also very cool and exciting and when her long nailed finger penetrated my anus I couldn't hold off and came off like a inexperienced kid in her. Realising what had brought me off she was straight down on to me and after taking my semi erect cock in her mouth she worked me with hands on my cock and balls before working on my rear with her fingers and eventually her tongue. This was exciting stuff and we were soon lapping at each others asses as my cock rose again to its full glory. Standing up she went over to her bag and got out some lube and firstly smothered my cock in it and then bending over in front of me very sexually but liberally smeared it between her ass cheeks before kneeling down and putting her ass up to be mounted. Her little rosebud looked tight but the head of my cock slipped in quite easily and as I started to gently ease it into her she said " Don't be so gentle Bob I want you to really fuck my ass. 'cos those two guys will be buggering the ass off your wife by now." The small tight pert ass was extremely exciting and I didn't need a second invitation to fuck it hard. She was a wildly exciting ride and eager to take my full length. I had to slow down a couple of times as I wanted to savour this 20 something's ass but she soon was milking me dry as I ejaculated into her pert ass. We lay and cuddled for about another hour and she managed to get me up and take me off with her mouth before I reluctantly called it a day and we paddled home. When we got back to the hotel the guys and Carole were in the bar and from her easy familiarity with the guys I realised that she too had been well laid that afternoon. Unfortunately I didn't get to sample Emma again but for me any way a very special day. Mountain Hiking The girls had decided to go hiking that day. They were all quite fit, experienced hikers and enjoyed getting out together sometimes, just the three of them. They were all the same age, twenty, give or take a few months and had been in the same hiking club since they were fourteen. The forecast was for a hot, sunny day, with a change due late in day with heavy rain forecast for the next day. The girls had been up one of the lesser known trails, enjoying the day and the exercise. They found, however, that as the day progressed and the temperature rose, the wind dropped, and the air seemed to thicken around them, heavy with moisture. Heading back down the trail, the girls came to one of their favourite spots, where a waterfall spilt into a deep pool. The girls occasionally took the time for a swim there, but not having actually planned to do so today they hadn't bought bathers with them. Jennifer was the first to broach the idea. "It's hot and mucky and I'm sweating like a pig," she said, "And that pool is nice and deep and cool." "Ladies don't sweat. They glow," Sandy murmured. "OK, so I'm glowing like a pig. What do we do about the pool?" "We're a bit old to skinny dip," said Andrea, "But if we keep our panties on...?" "That's fair enough. We haven't seen anyone else on this trail all day, and it's not like someone is going to be hiking up it now. Let's go." Leaving their things by the side of the pool the girls quickly stripped down and slipped into the water. After swimming for a while, Andrea ducked under the waterfall, and sat on the ledge that had been carved out behind it by years of water erosion. The others soon joined her and they say back, looking at the world through the falling water. Looking back on the incident, the girls decided that it must have been the sound of the waterfall splashing around them that prevented them hearing the bikes. The first they knew of them was when half a dozen bikes came bucking up the trail and pulled up next to the pool. "These trails are for hiking," said Sandy indignantly. "They're not allowed to bring those bikes up here." "I'll let you tell them that," murmured Andrea. "I'm staying well hidden until that lot go. If you fancy talking to them wearing a pair of wet clinging panties, be my guest." "Pass," smiled Sandy. "We'll wait." A couple of the bikies had hopped down and were looking around. One of them spotted the girls things piled neatly under a tree and wandered over to see what the little pile was. The girls could see him pawing through their things, and then he suddenly bent down, picked up their bras and waved them for everyone to see. At this point the other bikies dismounted, checked the find and started looking. The girls could hear them calling, telling them to come out. "Come out, come out, where-ever you are," one carolled. "If we have to come and find you, we'll be getting pissed off, and you won't like us when we're pissed off." "They won't like us anyway," another called to general laughter. "If we stay here, they're going to find us," said Jennifer, "and I don't think we'd like what would follow." "But where can we go," asked Andrea. "If we just run into the woods they'll hear us and chase us." "We can follow that animal trail that leads up the side of the waterfall," said Jennifer. "They won't see us because we'll be behind the falls at first and then around the hump in the hill higher up." "We don't know where it goes," warned Sandi. "Yes we do. Away from here and away from them," retorted Jennifer. "That makes it a good place to go in my books." The three girls headed up along the narrow trail. As the last of them passed the hump higher up she looked back, to see the bikies beating the bushes, making a determined search. A couple seemed to be setting up camp. The girls continued on, hoping that the trail would swing around and join one of the recognised hiking trails so that they could get assistance. They quickly found that the trail was steep, dirty and overgrown, being little more than an animal trail. The girls very quickly became grimy, scratched and upset, as well as probably picking up a few splinters along the way. To make matters worse, it looked like the forecast change was coming in ahead of schedule, with the sky darkening rapidly, the wind increasing and a light rain beginning to fall. Knowing that to try to return the way they'd come was now too steep and dangerous with a wet path, the girls struggled on, hoping for the best. The best didn't come. Very soon the weather had closed in, with rain now pelting down, covering the trail in mud and leaving them unable to see very far. The girls stumbled along, lost, cold, scared and close to exhaustion. Donald had a nice property, set back from the main road and backing well into the mountain. He liked to keep a record of the larger animals in the area, and had some cameras and movement sensors located around the property, a couple of them covering an old animal trail that ran behind his property. The sensor covering the trail picked up the movement as the three girls trudged wearily past, sounding a discrete signal in the house. Don glanced at the camera, hoping to spot a bear or moose and was shocked to see what appeared to be three naked women stumbling past. Even as he watched one stumbled and fell. Swearing at idiots in general and these three in particular, Don grabbed a coat and ran out to head them off. He found them still at the place where the girl had tripped, huddled under a tree examining her ankle. They were soaked, sore, tired, scratched, bruised and cold. Very cold he noted. They seemed to have some tattered rags around their waists that might once have been panties, but certainly were no longer serving that purpose. "Unless you idiots have other activity in mind, might I suggest that you follow me to where I can provide some shelter," he suggested. He laughed when the girls frantically tried to cover themselves. "Don't bother," he said sardonically. "I've already seen it all, and it's muddy. Now may I suggest you get to your feet and follow me?" Jennifer and Andrea struggled to their feet. "Sandi can't get up," Andrea said, "I think she's broken her ankle." Don bent down and gently checked the ankle. Not broken, he decided. Slight twist, but exacerbated by general tiredness and cold. "Just twisted," he told the girls, "but we'll probably all drown out here waiting for her to hobble along. I'll carry her." He helped Sandi to her feet, and the bent and put his shoulder to her stomach and lifted her in the traditional fireman's carry. Sandi felt indignation at being carried that way, but could see she had no real say in the matter. He headed back to the house with the other girls close behind him. Reaching the house he looked the girls over and sighed. "I was going to have you rinse off before coming in, but I suspect it would be a waste of time. Come on." He led them straight through the house to the main bathroom, telling them to take of those rags they still had on and step under the shower. Yes, he meant all of them together and yes he meant now. "Just rinse off the worst of the mud for now," he snapped, "and I don't care if you think the waters too hot. Get in." He ruthlessly herded them into the shower to sluice off the worst of the grime, leaving them to it while he activated the large hot tub in the room. After the girls had washed of most of the muck he ordered the girls into the hot tub. "You all have a touch of hypothermia," he informed them. "The hot tub will help raise your body temperature. You'll stay in there until I'm satisfied you're nicely cooked. I'll arrange for dry clothes for when you get out. You'll notice that there's a basin attached to the hot tub with some hoses. That will enable you to wash your hair. Shampoo is over there, and see my lack of concern if it's not your normal brand. Once you're allowed out of the tub, you'll find hair driers in that cabinet, and a good first aid kit. You will please treat any cuts, abrasions and splinters you may have. Treat each other also, as you probably can't see all your own cuts and scrapes. You can call me if required. I do know first aid. I've done some courses on it. One last thing. I'm Don, and you are?" After the girls had introduced themselves Don left to wipe up the muddy tracks and made some cocoa, returning to the bathroom with the cocoa and a bunch of towels. Andrea politely turned down the cocoa, explaining that she'd rather have coffee if it's not too much trouble. "No trouble at all," returned Don, "since I'm not making any. You can make some for yourselves later if you really want some, but right now drink the cocoa, unless you're allergic to milk, sugar or chocolate. No? Then drink it. It will give you the shot of energy you need." The girls drank it, grumbling, but happy to feel the resultant warmth spreading through them. Don left them again, returning after fifteen minutes to check their temperatures. A lot happier with the results he told the girls they could now get out of the hot tub and dry off. "Wear the towels for now. I'll see what else I can arrange." Fifteen minutes the girls call him to the bathroom. They were clean, substantially recovered, and suitably modest in the towels. So why are two of the girls smirking like fiends while the other one is bright red, he wondered? "There's a problem?" he gently queried. "Yes. You said you do first aid?" A cautious nod, waiting. "Sandi has a splinter. A big one. We're not game to remove it, but if you've done first aid it should be no problem for you." Seems straight forward, he thought, turning to Sandi. "Where's the splinter?" "mumble jumble", muttered Sandi, looking at the floor. "What did she say?" he thought, appalled. "Where?" he asked again. She pointed this time, so he couldn't be mistaken. "Why can't the other girls remove it?" "It's too big and you must admit, it's in a delicate spot," commented Andrea. "We'd all feel a lot happier if someone who knows first aid fixed it." Don just stared at the girls. Andrea and Jennifer stared back blandly. Sandi was blushing but hopeful. Don gritted his teeth and helped Sandi to sit on the cabinet. She pulled the towel away and parted her legs to show him the splinter. It looked nasty and was obviously deeply imbedded. He couldn't just pull it out. He'd need to cut along the length of the splinter and then lift it out. Taking the sharp little blade from the first aid kit he sliced quickly along the path of the splinter, all too aware of what the back of his hand was rubbing against as he worked. Once cut, it only took a moment to edge the cut apart and extract the slinter. He then sprayed the wound with antiseptic and put on some tape, pointedly ignoring the giggles from the other girls. Sandi hastily replaced the towel, thanking him. "Was there anything else?" he queried, not trying to hide his relief when the girls indicted that there was not. He took the girls down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms. "You can consider this your room while you're here," he said. On the bed he had laid three sets of track pants, warm shirts and ties. "I can understand the track pants and shirts and I thank you, but why do we need the ties" asked Andrea. Don laughed. "They're optional. I don't have belts that would fit you so I thought you could tie them around your waist to stop the shirts flapping. Get dressed and then you can meet me in the kitchen." Once they had gathered in the kitchen, Don suggested that as it was getting late, dinner might be a good idea. He was quite willing to do the honours, but warned them he was an average cook at best. Sandi and Andrea promptly turned to look at Jennifer, who looked back for a moment, laughed and said she'd cook. She liked cooking and was very good at it. Don then went on to inform the girls that they were stuck for the duration of the storm. It was currently bad and appeared to be getting worse, making it dangerous to be driving down the mountain roads. He was quite willing to run them home in the morning, or they could make arrangements to have someone pick them up, possibly someone who could also provide them with clothes. If there was anyone they wanted to call there was a landline in the hallway. Relieved the girls headed for the phone to contact family and friends and make arrangements to be picked up the next day. "Now, while Jennifer is so kindly cooking dinner for us, would one of you care to explain why I found you strolling along in the rain, using a bear's private trail as your own?" "A bear's trail?" came a horrified gasp. "Bears use that path?" "They do. You shouldn't. We're now back to why you were?" The girls explained the predicament in which they'd found themselves and how they had opted to remove themselves from it. Afterwards, Don suggested that one of them needed to call the police and explain the situation. They might be able to recover their things that way, and if by some chance the bikies had reported three missing girls to the police, the call would prevent search and rescue being called out. After dinner Don showed them where his games room was. They could play music, watch TV or a DVD or use the pool table. They would have to excuse him but he still had some things to attend to in his office. They turned on some music and then turned to the pool table. They quickly found that while the track suit pants had been OK while just standing around or sitting, they were bothersome now they were more active, the too long legs tending to unroll and trip them. Andrea was the first to lose patience with them, pulling them off and laying them to one side. She looked at the others and shrugged. "The shirts cover us." She grinned. "Actually, the shirts are longer than some of my dresses." Not averse to taking good advice, Sandi and Jennifer also dumped the pants, and the girls continued playing pool. It was just unfortunate that Don would choose to come back into the room while Jennifer was lining up for a difficult shot. She had one foot on the floor, leaning across the table with her other leg stretched along it, giving Don a magnificent view of her bottom and pussy. Don politely coughed and asked if they did realise that they weren't wearing panties. Jennifer laughed at him. "Don't be a prude. You've already seen everything we've got." "True, but you were patients then and it didn't count. Now you're guests and guests don't flash the host," he returned with a grin. "Now, while not wanting to rush you, it's getting late, you've all had a rough day, and I think you should be heading to bed." Don went with the girls to the room he had told them was theirs. There was a king size bed that they could all share quite easily, but there was also another room available next door with a single bed if one of them wanted to use it. Their choice. His room was at the end of the corridor if they really need him for anything during the night. Don left the girls to sort themselves out and returned to his office for a while, before finally retiring for the night himself. Don woke in the middle of the night, aware that something wasn't quite right. He'd gone to sleep alone, but now it was dawning on him that there was another body in the bed with him, warm, soft, naked and female. He also had an erection that the woman seemed to happily encouraging. "What?" he mumbled, seeming to be coming to his senses very slowly. "Don't make a noise," came a quiet whisper. "The others are asleep and I couldn't, so I thought I'd come in here and thank you for our rescue. We could have been in a very bad way if you hadn't turned up." Even while she spoke the girl was nestling up close to him, her hand busy playing with his erection, encouraging it and teasing it. Don finally started to focus. One of the girls he'd found, but which one? "You don't really know me," he protested. "This is a reaction from your escape from a bad situation. You don't really want me and besides, I don't have any condoms available." "Don't worry. I'm clean and I'm on the pill. There'll be no repercussions. I'll stop if you really want me to, of course, but I really want to do this." "Ah, there's no need to stop if you feel you really must," gasped Don, starting to sweat as that knowledgeable hand continued to tease him. "You go right ahead and do what you think is best." He gasped again, as she dived under the blankets with a giggle, and he felt a hot, warm mouth close around his straining cock. He tensed as sharp little teeth scraped along the head of his cock, tantalising and sending shivers through him. His own hands were busy now, reaching for her, trying to touch and to get a grasp upon her. His hand brushed against a breast and closed over it, squeezing and feeling the tight little bud of her nipple. He could feel her squirming around in the bed and found that she was turning around, placing her pussy and bottom within reach of his groping hand. Nothing loth, his hand glided over her bottom, tracing the contours until he came to her pussy, where it lingered, exploring the outer edges, then slowly moving towards the hot centre. He gently ran his fingers up and down her slit before teasing her lips apart, and slipping his fingers inside, feeling her reaction as she pressed the hot moist inner flesh hard against those exploring fingers. All this time the girl had been honouring his erection with her attention, gently sucking and teasing, repeatedly bushing the throbbing head with exciting little scrapes of her teeth. Now she had released him, and was wriggling out of his grasp. If that was all she was going to do and the whole thing was just a tease he'd have to kill her he decided. Not a jury would convict. Then she was moving again, sliding onto and lying on top of him, her length pressed firmly against him, and he felt her hand returning to capture his cock again. No longer playing, she was directing it to where it was wanted, where they both fervently wanted it to be. He could feel her heat and moistness slowly surrounding him, and then he could sense her rising in the darkness to sit back, letting his cock drive up and into her, filling her while she wriggled slightly, encouraging its depredations. Now she was sitting astride him, with his erection rising like a mast within her, sending rippling sensations into both their bodies, starting the grand old game in earnest. Don felt her lean forward, causing his cock to slowly withdraw, then rock back, forcing it to return. Slowly he started to move in time with her rocking, helping her along, initially letting her set the pace, but slowly increasing the speed as satisfaction started to steal upon him. He was thrusting up to meet her plunging body, both of them panting now, running a race that neither wanted to lose, but knowing that the finish line was in site. Suddenly she collapsed onto him, shuddering, her convulsing muscles acting as a trigger to push him across the line and explode within her. The pair of them lay there gently shaking in the aftermath, with the girl slipping off and lying by his side. He really would have to turn on the light and see which of the girls it was he thought muzzily, but that could wait for a moment. He drifted back to sleep, vaguely aware that she was leaving his bed and he didn't know who she was. Waking again, while it was still dark, feeling that warm body back next to him, hand gently stroking a cock into an erection, his cock apparently aware that it wasn't off duty yet, and quite eager to continue. "Again?" he thought, and was opening his mouth to speak when a hazy suspicion crept upon him. "How do I know it's the same girl? What if it's not? I'd be letting her know that someone else has visited me and I suspect that they wanted it kept between the two of us." Mountain Hiking "The others are asleep, so I took the chance and came in. I didn't think you'd mind," came a gentle whisper, but was it the same whisper as last time? The girl was now lying on her back next to him, legs slightly parted, while her hand continued to hold and stroke his erection. Her very position was shouting take me, I'm yours, and her hand was tugging softly, encouraging him to come to her. "This time," thought Don, "I'm in control." He rolled over suddenly, laying the full length of his body over the girl, his hands reaching for hers and moving them above her head, holding them there with one hand. He lay there for a moment, enjoying the feel of her under him, hearing and feeling her breathing, sensing her excitement, mixed with a tinge of fear at his sudden reaction, but not saying anything or trying to stop him from doing what he wanted to her. His free hand slipped down between their bodies, feeling for that sensitive juncture between her legs, testing it gently, feeling the moist heat rising from it, an enquiring finger meeting with a slight gasp and a slight upward pressure. Knowing that she was ready, her very coming to his room probably causing her pussy to start to heat in anticipation, Don didn't bother to prolong the foreplay. His hands distended her lips and then he was driving deeply into her, plunging his full length without any delay. His willing victim gave a small cry, her spread legs rising and crossing around him, eager to hold his invading erection deep within her. He lay still on her, enjoying the feeling of mastery as he pinned her to the bed, holding her helpless while she could feel his cock swelling deep within her. Still holding her, he slowly withdrew, pulling slowly back until the tip of his cock was barely touching her, then back, driving home rapidly, emphasising her helplessness to prevent him from ravaging her small body. She gasped, clinging, twisting, and as he started to slowly pound her into an even deeper submission, he could feel her body rising, meeting him halfway, admitting her need and demanding he satisfy it. He released her hands, feeling her arms drop to his head, hands tangling tightly in his hair, holding on while the beast within raged its fury. His hands were grasping her breasts, his head dropping down to harshly suckle them knowing that he would be leaving bruises, and knowing that neither of them cared. Driving home within her. This time he was making the running, sweeping her before him, pushing her to the edge and over, feeling her total submission as she gasped and shuddered with her orgasm, then feeling himself spending his seed for the second time that night. The pair of them lying back afterwards, relaxing, enjoying the lassitude that came as the aftermath. Separating, content to be next to each other. "Damn it," he thought, sleepily. "I'm really going to have to turn the light on." Then realising that there was no need, because it was morning and he was alone. He could hear the girls moving about, in and out of the bathroom, and then heading for the kitchen in a chattering rush, while he lay there lethargically. Don sighed, rose and dressed, then headed to the kitchen to meet the girls and to see their reaction when he came in. Jennifer was cooking omelettes, Sandi and Andrea were sitting at the table, smiling at him. "Jennifer said that she'd cook breakfast for us," said Andrea. "She says it's the least we can do by way of thanking you for your help." They ate breakfast, the girls chattering amongst themselves but Don somewhat quieter. How should he broach the subject of the nights activities? How could he? They had barely finished their breakfast when the doorbell rang. Surprised at someone turning up so early, Don glanced at the clock as he headed to the door, and was surprised to see it was past ten. "Guess we all slept later than I thought," he mused. "Not surprising as most of us seemed to be up most of the night." Admitting his visitor, who turned out to be Jennifer's mother, he turned and called for Jennifer. Shortly after she was dressed and leaving, leaving him wondering "Was it her?" Even as Jennifer and her mother were leaving, another car was drawing up to collect Andrea and Sandi. They, too, quickly dressed and departed, giving him a thank you kiss on the way out. As they drove away, Don watched, pondering the quandary he was now in. He had definitely had sex twice last night, but did he screw one girl twice, or two girls once? And which one, or two as the case may be. They had thoughtfully let him their phone numbers, but if he called and arranged a date with one of them, would they be offended if he suggested they sleep with him, or would they be offended if he didn't? It was an interesting puzzle, he decided. It would be equally interesting finding out the answer.