7 comments/ 154926 views/ 17 favorites Young People These Days By: Otazel Mark had moved in with his 19yr. old girlfriend, Donna, after the break up of his marriage. He was under no illusions that the relationship would last, but at 43 years of age he was thoroughly enjoying the unbridled sexual appetite of the teenager in the meantime. He was, as he readily admitted to himself, making hay while the sun shone! The main drawback was their rather cramped existence in the single room bed-sit on the second floor of what is delightfully known as a 'multiple-occupancy' house. That meant that, as Donna was not a silent lover, everyone else in the house knew the frequency and duration of their lovemaking. This was something that had taken a little coming to terms with for the normally private Mark, especially as Donna, blessed with the self confidence of youth, couldn't care less who listened. Another problem causing friction between them was Donna's gaggle of teenage friends. She enjoyed a certain cache for having an older lover and they seemed to drop by at the slightest excuse to allow her to exploit it, while Mark had little in common with most young people and simply found them in the way. And so it was that on a Thursday afternoon when Mark returned home with sex on his mind and an enormous erection in his pants, that he found Donna sitting with Amey, chatting about makeup and watching an Aussie soap on TV. She came and kissed him warmly enough, but she was soon back to giggling with her friend and engrossed again in things Australian, leaving Mark feeling frustrated and resentful. Having made himself a coffee, using the diversion to lose his erection and get his irritation under control, he turned back and stood gazing at the two girls. How different they were. Donna was dark, tall, about 5ft 9ins, well built and busty. The sort of figure that would almost inevitably run to fat in later years but which, at this age, was every man's dream, with large firm breasts rarely confined in a bra, a curvy arse and a belly just rounded enough to be interesting. Amey, on the other hand, tended towards blond, was several inches shorter and slim. Her figure was yet to reach its potential, for she was, as Mark reminded himself, only eighteen, and an immature eighteen at that. He had put her age at about sixteen when he first saw her, but her driving license proved otherwise. Her breasts were also usually without a bra and were still small and pert, though they seemed to be tipped by rather prominent nipples. Donna's nipples only usually became that noticeable when she was feeling randy. Amey's belly was flat and her arse firm, almost boyish, in total contrast to Donna's very rounded buttocks. She would probably always deserve to be referred to as 'petite'. Mark mentally shook himself. He should not, he told himself angrily, be comparing the potential of two young girls just because he was feeling randy. It was bad enough in everyone's eyes that he had shacked up with a nineteen year old, but to be checking out her friend, who looked to be not far out of puberty, was just too pervy. Still, having admonished himself, he had to admit that Amey's full lips did look rather kissable! His erection was returning as well as his resentment! If only....! He told himself again just how stupid and immature he was being, justified that by reminding himself of the age of his company and began looking for a way of getting his own back in true juvenile manner. It was with this 'revenge' in mind that he went around to the back of the chair in which Donna sat, leaned over it and started to nuzzle her neck. This was a sure-fire way of lighting her fire – well, why shouldn't she feel frustrated too? Not getting any discernable response he then began to kiss and lick her neck, knowing from experience that she could not resist that! And nor could she, for regardless of her friend sitting beside her, Donna raised her face backwards to be kissed, but didn't argue when he used this movement to gain better access to her throat with his tongue and lips. Donna sighed, turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek, and then began to explore his ear with her own tongue. That wasn't fair, he thought, typical woman! It was having the same effect on him as he was trying to have on her only more obviously. His erection immediately got noticeably harder, with the emphasis on noticeably! Feeling just a little put out to have the tables so neatly turned on him he pulled away slightly, only just enough to kiss her on the lips but also enough to signal his admission of defeat. Donna smiled, kissed him again and then reached up, locked her hands behind his head, held him in place and went to work on his ear once more, giggling quietly into it as she did so! This, Mark decided, was tantamount to a dare. It seemed that Donna was testing him, challenging him to see who would chicken out first and who would go furthest while her friend watched – and he could see that Amey was indeed watching from the corner of her eyes! Never one to resist a challenge Mark went back to kissing her neck, nuzzling her with his lips and gently licking her with the tip of his tongue, quite sure that she would cry enough before he did. But when this wasn't met with the expected white flag, he reached with his hands under Donna's arms, still locked around his head, and cupped her breasts through her T-shirt. This overtly sexual act, he felt sure, would cause her surrender. But it didn't, so he began kneading them gently, squeezing them, lifting them, pulling on them gently. Donna's breathing was coming harder into his ear (much like his own into her neck!), and her nipples felt like peas through the thin material of her T-shirt. Of course she wouldn't let this go on in front of Amey, would she? Sooner or later it would surely become fuck or bust and then she'd have to give in and push him away! Mark took a look sideways at the girl sitting silently beside them and saw that, although she was supposedly watching the TV, her eyes spent more time looking across to them than on the set, and not only that, her nipples were standing out as well. Well, I'm not giving in, he thought, Donna will have to back off first. Though the pressure within his trousers was making him wish that Amey would give in first and go home! Jacking up the ante once more, Mark found Donna's nipples through her clothes and started to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between his fingers, feeling them harden even more and hearing Donna's soft gasps in his ear at each tug. Then her hands moved from his head to be placed over is own and, just for a moment, Mark assumed that she was finally capitulating and was going to pull his hands away. But far from it, what she actually did was to squeeze his hands harder onto her breasts, making his fingers dig in to the soft flesh until it must have hurt her. Donna's gasps were now loud enough for Amey to hear, but the younger girl sat still pretending to watch her soap, though Mark would have laid odds that she wasn't following the story line, for he could see the real direction of her gaze. 'Please give in', he silently begged Donna, for there just wasn't anywhere for him to take her privately and if this carried on he would soon have sticky underwear! Again he increased the stakes. Reaching down he pulled at the hem of Donna's T-shirt, pulling it out of her jeans so that he could raise it far enough to expose her full breasts, now tipped with long, hard, red nipples, for the world (well, himself and Amey) to see, and for him to openly massage. Donna didn't seem to care and to Mark's alarm he was beginning to suspect that she had reached the point where she was too hot to care about anything except the fire in her belly. A moment later she pretty well confirmed that by taking hold of his hand and squeezing her own nipples with his fingers, doing it harder than he would have done and then pulling on them until they slipped from his supervised grip and the whole breast bounced back into shape. Kissing her again on the mouth and feeling her tongue slip between his lips Mark went for broke! He leaned further over, twisted his right hand free of her grip and reached down to fondle her crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt even through the combat trousers she favoured. Donna groaned, opened her legs a little to his fingers and began to knead her own neglected breast with her free hand, the other still squeezing Mark's left hand onto her nipple. Mark glanced across to see Amey now watching openly, all pretence of TV viewing abandoned, her eyes locked onto Donna's, who in turn was gazing directly and defiantly back at her friend while she slowly moved her hips against Mark's touch. Mark knew then that he had lost the challenge, though almost beside himself with desire and frustration, he knew that he was going to be the one to back off, to chicken out until they were alone. But by God then she was going to get a good fucking and no mistake! He was tempted to drag her to the bed anyway, but with Amey present he could imagine the trouble that would cause! In any case, he really ought to at least pretend a little maturity! Regretfully Mark took his hand from between Donna's thighs and began to slowly straighten up, his back protesting at being bent over the back of Donna's chair for so long. The slowness of his movements gave Donna time to react and by throwing her left arm backwards around his neck she was able to draw him back down and whisper in his ear. "Let's do it!" "What!" It was a surprised exclamation but Donna chose to answer it as a question. "Let's fuck!" "And what about Amey?" He pointed out the obvious problem. "She can watch if she wants" Donna looked at him half questioning, half challenging. "Would it put you off?" Mark was stunned, but he wasn't about to chicken out this time. "Not if it doesn't worry you!" Even though the conversation had been conducted in whispers Amey looked as if she had a good idea what was happening, for she gazed at the pair in some amazement and more than a little embarrassment. "Sorry Amey, but the bastard has got me so fucking horny I can't wait" Donna turned back to her friend. "If we bother you just watch the telly, but you can watch us if you want – I quite fancy an audience!" Donna's words shocked Mark, though he tried not to show it. She had never shown exhibitionist tendencies, or any desire for any kinkiness at all for that matter. Straightforward 'normal' sex and plenty of it was more her thing, or had been until now. "I'll watch you, please, if you don't mind, I've never watched anyone doing it before!" Amey's tone was surprisingly matter of fact. "Right then Mark, let's give her something to watch, - and this'll teach you for trying to get me going. You didn't think I would dare, did you?" Donna jumped up out of the chair grinning, grabbed Mark's hand and almost dragged him towards the bed! By the time he had hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt she was naked and laying on the bed, her arms outstretched towards him. Mark was normally a somewhat shy and self conscious person, but he was just too randy to let Amey's presence stop him. So after a moment or two's wavering he overcame his reticence and slipped out of his clothes and into Donna's arms For a minute or so they just lay together savouring the feel of skin on skin and kissing gently, but the sound of a chair dragging on carpet made them both look around. The layout of the bed-sit meant that the bed lay sideways to the back of the 'living area', and Amey had turned her chair around and was pulling it closer to the bed. "Ringside seat?" Mark queried. "You said I could watch and so I might as well do it properly," replied Amey, her innocent self assurance surprising Mark and causing a smile to flit across his mouth. "Sit on the bed if you like". There was sarcasm in Mark's remark, but Amey treated it with seriousness and left her chair to come over and take up his offer. "I don't want to get in the way". Amey sat on the edge of the bed behind Mark, twisting around and leaning on one arm so that she could watch the proceedings. 'A bit bloody late for that!' thought Mark, while at the same time thankful that Amey was now out of his field of vision. As randy as he was, he was still not very comfortable with performing for an audience, especially one so young! Donna had no such reservations it seemed, turning back to Mark she took his hand and placed it on her breast, the bullet hardness of her nipple confirming her readiness. The beautiful firmness of Donna's full breast allowed Mark to put Amey's presence to one side, 'out of sight, out of mind' was the order of the day, and he kneaded Donna's flesh gratefully. Very soon the excitement he still felt at touching such a youthful partner and that partner's appreciative moans drove all thoughts of the watching girl put of his head and he bent almost automatically to take Donna's other nipple into his mouth. Donna was easily multi-orgasmic, seemingly able to cum at the drop of a zip, and she always behaved in exactly the same way. She was almost never silent during lovemaking, but as her orgasm stirred her moans would become a series of throaty 'ooohs', increasing in frequency until they ran together in one long cry at the moment of climax, the volume and duration of the final cry reflecting the intensity of that particular orgasm. In the early stages of their relationship this idiosyncrasy had worried Mark, who thought she must be faking orgasm to always react in this way, but he was now used to it and found a strange satisfaction in triggering a particularly loud reaction. He tried not to worry about what other occupants of the house might think. Now, sucking and nibbling at one nipple while squeezing and tugging at the other, Mark could tell from her squirms and moans that the first climax of the day would soon be on it's way. She had somehow managed to manipulate his leg so that it rested between her thighs and she was now thrusting and rubbing herself against it, the roughness of her pubic hair harsh against his skin until her overflowing pussy juices lubricated the contact. Her moans became more persistent and rapidly increased in volume until, pushing herself harder against his leg, she came with a rush, her cries loud and intense. Then she was squeezing him to her, smiling her pleasure, panting out her thanks, telling him how good he made her feel and how much she wanted him. All thoughts of Amey were now lost. Mark raised his head and kissed Donna hard, long and passionately, mouths and tongues locked together in mutual adoration. It was at times like this when Donna's frank and open manner struck at his emotions and he felt something very close to love for the girl. Suddenly, to have her slippery pussy and hard nipples pressed against him, while his own hard cock pushed back against her thigh seemed right and natural and Amey's presence was irrelevant. He was entwined in a passionate embrace with Donna because that's the way it was. There was no guilt, no embarrassment, and all his prudish inhibitions seemed to slip away unnoticed. Now he could behave with her exactly as he would in private. For a few more minutes the pair hugged and kissed, drinking in the feel of each other's bodies pressed close. Then Mark began to work his mouth down Donna's body, trailing his lips over her skin, kissing her in random places, creeping ever closer to her cleft. Reaching and probing her navel with his tongue, Mark paused for a moment, stroking her upper thighs and lower belly with his fingers, skirting her pussy and making her wriggle with pleasure and expectation. He kept this up until she was once more moaning in anticipation of her next climax, then as his tongue once more descended and closed in upon her bikini line, so his fingers made their way nearer and nearer to her pussy. Finally the two found their targets at the same moment and two fingers slid home inside her as his mouth clamped itself around her clitoris. Donna hardly had time for her noises to build before she was calling out once more in the throes of an explosive orgasm, bucking and heaving against his hand and mouth. Donna slumped back against the bed, but Mark gave her no time to rest, he knew from experience that she would soon be back and wanting more. Instead he just slowed his tongue a little, lazily licking the tip of her clit while his fingers thrust slowly in and out of her tunnel. Donna lay back, relaxed and enjoying his attention, just moaning softly to herself and stroking his hair fondly. "I wish Luke would do that to me!" Mark had entirely forgotten about Amey until she voiced that wish. Hoping it was a remark that needed no reply he carried on lapping and sucking on Donna's pussy, his fingers still slowly working in and out. "He likes me to do it to him, but he won't do it to me!" She was still grumbling about her boyfriend. "Then tell him, it's either both or neither, you won't do it if he won't." It was Donna who answered. "But I like doing it; I love the taste of his cum!" Amey protested. Donna paused before her reply, gasping at Mark's finger movements searching for her 'G' spot. "You'll have to either be firm on that point, or, if you can't keep his cock out of your mouth, then get someone else to go down on you." "Like who, for instance. We can't all be lucky and find a Mark." Donna didn't reply, for one thing she had no answer, and for another she was busy calling out her joy as another climax gripped her. Mark had slipped a third finger inside her and was wriggling all three in a sinuous movement deep inside her pussy. She couldn't help herself, she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pinned his head to her while pushing back against his face and hand with all her strength, trying to force his tongue harder against her and is fingers further into her cunt. This time she shouted her pleasure in a long drawn out howl as waves of ecstasy ran through her, only stopping when her orgasm finally abated and she was forced to draw breath. As she finally relinquished her grip on him and collapsed back against the pillows in a sweat shiny heap, he pulled away from her pussy flexing tired fingers and aching jaw. "I guess you enjoyed that!" He grinned. For a minute or two Donna could only gesture feebly with her hand, but when she finally got her breath back she pushed him flat against the bed and reached for his cock, gasping out, "Your turn." Her hand closed around his shaft and her mouth slipped over the head of his cock, and she began sucking and milking him in an effort to repay the orgasms she had enjoyed. Donna was good at giving a blow job, she could either bring him to orgasm quickly and explosively, or make it last, taking him to the edge time and again before allowing him to burst into her mouth. This time she was intent on giving him all the pleasure that she had enjoyed, and she was taking her time while he lay back, a dreamy smile on his face. "What's it like? What's it like sucking a dick without a foreskin?" Amey had noticed that Mark was circumcised. Donna paused, "Much the same as with, I guess, but I've never done one that's uncut, so I can't tell you." "I've only ever blown Luke and he's got ever such a long foreskin. It gets in the way sometimes when I want to use my tongue. It must be different without." Donna lifted her head again, and Mark was never sure if her reply was from frustration at Amey's interruptions or from sheer naughtiness. "Here, you try Mark, then you'll know!" Mark's eyes shot open wide ands he started to rise from his relaxed position "Hey, hang on, it's my cock your discussing, and I'll say who sucks it!" "Ok, then who sucks it?" Donna asked, sitting back and waiting for his decision. Mark felt very much that he had been put on the spot, tables turned - again. Thoughts raced through his head. Was Donna serious or was it a joke. Was she testing his loyalty, but then what about her loyalty to him if she would allow Amey to touch him. Would their relationship cope afterwards? Would Donna cope with seeing it happen? Would he cope, for that matter, with having such a young girl going down on him? It might sound silly to most men, but the very thought of it made Mark shrink back. Because of Amey's immaturity the age gap seemed so much greater than the seventeen months that separated her and Donna. Young People These Days Ch. 02 Mark lay in bed next to Donna, cradling her with one arm around her shoulder and smoking a well earned post coital cigarette. Donna was cuddled into him, her head resting against his chest and her hand idly playing with his still damp but now flaccid manhood. "Why didn't you fuck Amey?" Mark wasn't thinking about Amey and had to drag himself from his own reverie to answer Donna's question. "You've asked me that before and the answer is still the same. I felt loyalty to you and I didn't want to upset you." Amey, one of Donna's friends, had visited their bed-sit a few days earlier when Mark and Donna were having sex, and had become involved in a rather cautious threesome. "But you could see I wasn't bothered, after all I let her touch me when she was playing with your balls." "While we're talking about that, I didn't think you were into that sort of thing, I was quite surprised when you let her finger go up you." Mark felt a little twitch from his resting penis at the memory. "Don't be so surprised. Just because I haven't done something yet doesn't mean I wouldn't like to. Anyway, you obviously didn't mind, though I didn't think your generation went in for such things." Donna was nineteen to Mark's forty-three. Their May-September relationship was the result of Mark's marriage breakdown, and not, he rightly insisted, the cause. Their sex life had so far been very active but a little unexciting. "Hang on a minute! Are you trying to tell me that you want to try different things, but didn't say anything because you thought I was too old and stuck in the mud to do anything other than a straight fuck? I'll have you know I've tried most things and still would, given the chance. When I stop being interested they can start digging, 'cos it'll mean I'm dead!" Donna smiled slightly at Mark's choice of words, and then raised her head to look directly at him. "Well, yes! As a matter of fact there are quite a few things I wouldn't mind trying, but I didn't want you to think badly of me." "And being fingered by a girl is one of them?" His cock was now standing fully to attention. "Yes." Donna was blushing softly. "Do you mind?" Blushing was a new departure for Donna. Mark didn't answer directly but his face said it all. "And you want to watch me fuck your friend?" "Yes!" "Then if Amey like's the idea, it looks like we are gonna have some fun next time she comes around, doesn't it? But she'll have to tell me herself." "Oh she will. She's already told me that she fancies you, and I know she can be a kinky bitch from what her boyfriend says. Anyway, we had quite a chat, and she's game to play." Donna was grinning widely now that was out in the open, and Mark was once more left stunned by his young lover. Maybe variety was about to play a fuller part in their sex life. Donna's hand had been casually stroking Mark's revitalised cock during their conversation and she now ducked under the duvet to fasten her mouth around him. Mark lay back to enjoy her attentions and to contemplate the possibilities of Amey's delightfully immature eighteen year old body. He would enjoy fucking her. ****************************************** "Hi angel." Mark looked up from his magazine. "I hope you don't mind, but I've just made arrangements with Amey. I ran into her at the shops just now" Donna spoke even as she came through the door. This was the first mention of Amey's name since their bedtime conversation of a couple of days before. "Good, I was going to ask if you'd seen her. What did she say?" "She liked the idea - a lot. The only thing was that she said she was a bit worried you might be annoyed at her for sticking her finger up your bum the other time." Mark laughed out loud at that. "So that's why she's not been round. It was something of a surprise, I must admit, but not a problem." "Then will you tell her so when she gets here?" "Of course I will." "And that's in about thirty minutes time, which by my reckoning just gives us time for a private warm up!" Donna cocked her head to one side, smiling hopefully. "You don't believe in giving too much warning, do you?" Mark tossed his magazine aside. It was actually only a little more than twenty minutes before a somewhat timid knock on the door announced a visitor. Mark looked at Donna lying next to him and grinned. Normally Amey, in common with most of Donna's young friends, would simply have tapped briefly and breezed straight in, plonking themselves down in whichever chair was vacant at the time. "Are we still ok with this?" Mark checked before answering. Donna nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. "If that's a beautiful young lady named Amey, come in and be welcome. If it's anyone else, bugger off!" The door cracked open and Amey's anxious face peered around the edge, her eyes coming to rest on the couple lying naked on the bed. "Come in, Mark's cool with it." Amey's face brightened a little and she looked at Mark for confirmation of Donna's invitation. "Yes, come right in and shut the door, I'm feeling a bit exposed here." Mark held out a welcoming hand. "Nothing that happened last time was inappropriate, so come and join us" She stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her and dropping the catch. "Shall I tell him what you said to me?" Donna asked Amey, grinning widely. "No! Please don't!" There was embarrassed alarm in Amey's voice. Donna ignored Amey's plea. "She said that afterwards she felt like she'd stuck her finger up her dad's backside." Amey blushed madly and Mark roared with laughter. "In which case, perhaps I should have given you a fatherly spanking!" Mark continued more seriously. "I'll tell you what I told Donna when we first got together and the age thing reared its head. I'm an adult and you're an adult. The only difference is that I've been an adult for a bit longer, that's all." Amey seemed to accept that, for her face lost its worried look and a tiny smile tugged at her lips. She still stood looking down doubtfully for a few moments though, then, decision apparently made; she reached for her zip and slipped out of her dress. She was very soon naked, her panties joining her dress pooled at her feet and Mark noticed once again just how slender and waif-like she was. She was not thin, just very slightly built, but as she lay down beside Donna he was struck by the difference between the two. Donna tall and full bodied, with strong legs and rounded breasts, while Amey was inches shorter, narrow hipped and small breasted, though, strangely, her paler nipples were noticeably longer than Donna's. Mark and Amey were now lying facing each other over Donna's recumbent form, each wondering quite how to begin and hesitating to be the first to make a move. But Donna, as usual, had no such problems; she simply put her arms around the pair and pulled them in, guiding their mouths towards her breasts and sighing contentedly as they reached their goals. Taking Donna's nipple into his mouth Mark tilted his head slightly to look across at Amey, who was just closing her lips over the other one, her pale skin contrasting with Donna's dark aureole. Mark winked at Amey, who smiled back from around Donna's breast and reached out to put her arm around Mark's shoulder. They were all at ease with each other again. Donna was used to Mark's suckling on her breasts. He sucked firmly on the nipple, nibbling at it a little and running the tip of his tongue over the end. Sometimes he would hold it between his teeth and tug on it, eventually allowing it to escape from his grip and spring back, before doing the same again or resuming his suckling. Amey's attentions were very different. Perhaps because it was so new to her she was much more cautious, exploring unfamiliar sensations carefully and absorbing them. Her lips were kept a little open so that they rested on the breast itself, while her tongue roamed gently around and over the nipple, licking it and tasting it. Then she began flicking the end rapidly with the tip of her tongue, something she appreciated herself, before taking her mouth from the breast to gently blow cool air over the moistened bud, another of her own favourites, returning eventually to lick and kiss Donna's soft warm breast. Donna's breathing soon began to deepen, the erotic excitement of having her partner and her best friend both in bed with her at the same time and the sharp contrast between their individual techniques was having its effect. She was already experiencing the first tiny signs of a potential orgasm. Mark's hand was resting just under Donna's breast, where he had placed it just after Amey's arrival, but now he started to move it in slow teasing stages down her body, an inch or two at a time. Both he and Donna knew that its final destination was her pussy, for he often used this tantalising approach, taking a longer or shorter time to get there depending on their mood. But this time, of course, there was a complication in the form of Amey, who saw his movements and began her own hand's journey south, mirroring Mark's actions. For Donna the teasing became intense, it seemed as if the pair had entered into an unspoken conspiracy to drive her wild with lust. Her soaking pussy ached to be touched, to be played with, and to be entered. She longed to feel Amey's hand on her, to experience a female touch, but at the same time she needed the release that she knew Mark would bring her. Either of them would bring excitement and pleasure, and she needed both. In fact she was reaching the stage where she didn't care whose hand got there, so long as one of them did, and soon. But her two lovers seemed determined to drive her mad, inching forward down her body, then retreating a little, only to advance again a little further. Amey's hand had caught up with Mark's several times, but the girl had made no attempt to bypass him and reach her target first. Nor had Mark reacted to Amey's presence by speeding up his own languorous approach. Neither seemed to want to be first to reach her pussy, and all the time their mouths were still working on her breasts. Donna was in need, she spread her legs wider, inviting access. "Touch me, for fucks sake touch me." Her plea came out as a series of aroused gasps, and at long last Mark took pity and cupped her pussy with his hand, pressing on it and moulding almost as he did her boobs. Amey's fingers were now circulating, tracking gently in lazy circles between Donna's bikini line and her navel, as if awaiting her turn to proceed. Donna's pussy was soaking from her arousal, slick and slippery with her juices, and Mark soon found his two longest fingers had entered her almost of their own volition, swallowed inside her as her hips responded with an involuntary jerk. He surrendered to the inevitable and began to gently finger fuck her, sliding slowly but purposefully in and out of her tunnel. Donna groaned with pleasure and began to respond by moving softly against him. It wasn't long before Amey's wandering fingertips discovered that Mark's hand was no longer covering Donna's pussy and she moved closer, reaching down tentatively, exploring Donna's mound, almost tiptoeing over the edge and onto her labia. Then the fingers began to play, stroking gently at her pussy lips, wandering back along the line of her thighs to her hips, going forward once more, teasing, stroking, and playing. Again the contrast between Mark and Amey was driving Donna to distraction. Donna was well on the way to orgasm, but somehow she knew that she wouldn't get there until Amey finally reached her pussy properly. She instinctively knew that the trigger for this orgasm was going to be Amey's fingers on her clitoris. She had reached a high plateau of arousal, already emitting the little 'ooohs' that were her trademark as Mark's fingers moved in and out of her, and there she would remain, waiting, it seemed, for her friend to give her release. Then finally Amey moved more purposefully onto Donna's pussy, her small hand sliding beneath Mark's, becoming cupped within his own larger palm as her fingertips parted Donna's labia, seeking her clit. The clit was not hard to find, it was hard and erect, the little female sentry guarding the entrance, and Amey's fingertips soon found it and began to play with it. With Mark's hand there also, Amey didn't have the freedom of movement to play with Donna as she would have liked to have done, but as a woman herself she knew exactly what Donna would like and very soon the small movements and pressures of her fingertips were having the desired effect and Donna began that final rush to orgasm. Her climax was short and fierce, erupting in her pelvis and surging through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure, her hips lifting from the bed and pressing hard against the hands that were moulded around her pussy. She cried out, the long series of pleasure noises running together now into one long guttural sound deep in her throat, pulling her two lovers harder onto her breasts at the same time. For several long seconds she remained like that, her back arched from the bed, her mouth open, eyes squeezed closed, her hips twitching in aftershocks of orgasm. Then she slumped back, her taut muscles suddenly relaxing as her climax passed, her pelvis dropping back onto the bed and the air rushing from her lungs in a single long gasp. "Fuck, I enjoyed that!" She was smiling her pleasure and gratitude, her face red and shiny from effort and her breath now coming in little gasping pants. "No, don't stop yet, I can cum again!" Donna's voice sounded almost panicky as Amey made to withdraw her fingers from her clit. Amey looked up into her friend's face and smiled mischievously, returning her fingers to Donna's pussy, but not to her clitoris. This time she pressed the back of her hand against Mark's palm so that he automatically withdrew slightly to give her room, and wriggled two fingers into Donna's entrance next to those of her partner. A little sideways glance to gauge Mark's reaction and she pushed, both slim fingers sliding into Donna alongside Mark's much larger digits. "Oh Christ, I've got two people fingering me together! I never expected that." Donna's voice was ecstatic. "For God's sake don't stop. It's fucking wonderful and I like my hole being stretched!" It took Mark and Amey a few moments to accommodate each other inside Donna, but soon they settled into a mutual rhythm with Mark making long in and out movements, pushing his fingers deep into Donna before pulling right back, and Amey keeping her hand almost still but hooking her fingertips and massaging her friends G-spot. Donna's pussy was open with arousal and slippery with her juices, but even so, four fingers were a tight fit and she was stretched to take them, but that just made the sensations so much more intense, as did the mental stimulation of knowing she was taking two people at once, and she was very soon heading for another climax. Donna's second climax was much higher on the sexual Richter scale, her body danced on the bed, her hips twitching and jerking, thrusting herself back at the fingers working inside her. Her cry this time reduced nearly to a simple incoherent wail of ecstasy that rose and fell as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. It seemed to her two partners that all her muscles went into spasm, her pussy clenched around their fingers, her back arched and her face contorted, while her toes curled into hooks. It was the most intense orgasm of her life up to that point. Donna lay on the bed afterwards with her heart thumping, her chest heaving and her breath coming in short gasps. Mark had withdrawn his fingers, but when Amey began to do the same Donna grabbed her wrist to prevent it. "Just stay there for a minute please, Amey. I want to feel what it's like with you up me!" Amey looked surprised, as did Mark, but she complied with Donna's request, sliding her fingers back deep inside Donna's slippery tunnel. "That feels good. I needed to find out what it would feel like with just you. But now you'd better let Mark fuck you or I'll never hear the last of it." Donna had apparently suddenly changed her mind and a confused Mark watched Amey remove her hand. The two girls now changed places so that Amey now lay on her back between Donna and Mark. She looked at Mark silently for a number of minutes, indecision clear on her face. Mark was not going to force the issue, much as he wanted to take this little waif, but Donna, as always, left tact and diplomacy to others. "It's no use looking and wanting Amey, 'cos Mark won't fuck you until you tell him that's what you want." "I do, I just can't say it." "Can't say what?" Asked Donna. "That I want Mark to fuck me!" "Yes you can, you just did!" Donna turned to Mark. "There you are Mark, she's just told you, so now you can, and I want to watch!" She grinned in triumph, while Amey blushed. Mark looked down at Amey, the question unspoken on his face. Her reply was a barely perceptible nod, but it was enough. A nervous smile flittered briefly across her face and then she threaded her hand under Mark's body to wrap an arm around him and pull him close. Amey's mouth was as soft to his lips as her breast was firm to his hand. She felt fantastic, her body lithe and toned, slim yet not bony. Her breasts were small, barely a handful, but amazingly firm with long cylindrical nipples like the erasers on the end of pencils. As he explored her body Mark was struck by just how smooth and firm her skin was, very unlike Donna's softer flesh, even though the two were almost the same age. Once Amey had made up her mind there was no false modesty, no holding back or hesitations. She held Mark close, her hands stroking and caressing his back, her mouth opening to allow her tongue to dance and fence with his own, exploring his mouth as far as she could reach and, as he placed his hand over her breast, manipulating and rolling the extended nipple between his fingers, she pushed back gently and moaned softly, letting him know of her approval. He responded by squeezing her breast and nipple more firmly for a little while, then letting his hand run down her body skating lightly over the flat of her stomach, in and out of the dimpled navel, until at last he reached the edge of her pubic mound. There he stopped, massaging the flesh just above her slit. Amey moaned again and opened her legs wider to grant him admittance, allowing him to reach further down and play with the lips of her pussy. Donna moved her position on the bed so that she could see what her partner was doing to her friend. Mark's fingers began to investigate Amey's pussy, parting her lips and delving between to find first her clitoris and then, a little further down, the entrance to her vagina. His fingers now roamed between the two, spreading her natural lubrication, making her whole slit wet and slippery. Each time he reached her clit he would play with it for a few moments, rubbing it, flicking its head with his forefinger, or stroking its short length. Amey obviously loved this attention, she wriggled sensuously under his hand, parting her legs as far as they would go and holding the back to give him even more unfettered access. She was making little grunting sounds in her throat and her eyes were closed in pleasure. Now, as well as playing with her clit at the top of his travels, when Mark's fingers passed down Amey's slit to her vagina he would insert one, or even two, fingers a couple of inches into her and then withdraw them, teasing Amey unmercifully. Amey responded by jerking her hips, trying to fully engulf his fingers. Eventually Mark relented and, having pushed two fingers as deep as possible into Amey's very wet tunnel, he started to finger fuck her, steadily pistoning his fingers in and out of her depths. Young People These Days Ch. 02 Donna was now watching closely. She knew what he usually did to her when they made love and she was watching to see if he did the same to Amey. What she was watching for was his habit of inserting two fingers into her pussy and letting a third trail outside, sliding between her cunt and her arse as he finger fucked her. Donna enjoyed his fingertip gently circling her anus, even though she wouldn't allow him to enter, and she was remembering Amey's trick of last time and wondering if Mark would like to get his own back. Donna watched as Mark straightened a third finger, then, as if she'd seen enough, climbed from the bed and padded off across the room. When she returned Amey's legs were folded right back and she could see exactly what Mark was doing, and he was indeed running his fingertip between Amey's anus and vagina, but entering neither, just as he did with her. Amey was clearly enjoying the treatment, for she had her eyes more tightly closed and the little noises coming from her mouth were getting louder and more persistent. Making sure that Mark saw what she was doing, Donna uncapped the little bottle of Liquid Silk lube she had fetched from her bag and poured a drop on her fingertip. Then, still making certain Mark was watching, she reached beneath his hand to spread the lube around Amey's anus. Donna winked at Mark, whose astonished look changed into a wolfish grin when he understood her intention. Amey blinked with shock at the sudden coldness of the lube, but seemed to take no other notice. The next time his finger found its way to Amey's bottom, instead of skirting around her anus and withdrawing, he used the fingertip to collect a little lube, then placed it against Amey's sphincter and pushed. There was little resistance. Amey was already highly aroused and her own lubricant had run in abundance down onto her anus. Mark's finger slid as neatly into her tight little bum as her own tiny digit had into his once before. Now her eyes shot open. "You bastard." For all that she cursed him, Amey made no attempt to dislodge his finger from her anus; in fact she moved slightly to accommodate him more easily. Now he was simultaneously finger fucking her rectum and her vagina, and she was obviously genuinely enjoying it. Donna was watching her partner's fingers pumping in and out of her friends holes, and was noticing the effect it was having on her. It was something she had never let Mark do to her, but it was making her own pussy wetter and now she was having second thoughts. "Mark, I think I might like you to do that to me sometime, babe." "Yes, you want to, it feels great." Amey was endorsing her decision, her breath a series of short gasps. Mark nodded against Amey's breast. "Please fuck me now, Mark." Amey could feel the stirrings of orgasm and wanted Mark inside her. But Mark just continued with his fingers, pausing from sucking and mouthing her breast and nipple to speak. "Soon!" Within minutes Amey was tensing as her orgasm became imminent. She breathed with little noises through clenched teeth as all her muscles tightened, her nails digging into Mark's flesh and her back beginning to arch. Mark now rammed his fingers into Amey's arse and pussy as hard as he could, making Amey grunt with the shock of each thrust, as he tried to tip her over the edge. His teeth gripped her nipple and tugged, stretching it's already elongated shape. "God, I'm cumming!" It was a good one, her breath exploded out of her as one final powerful plunge from Mark triggered her climax, her pelvis thrust high in the air, pushing back at Mark's fingers and her arms tightened around him, holding him hard to her. It seemed to last forever, her hips jerking upwards as each wave of ecstasy surged through her, beginning to relax back only to be hit by the next. She pulled Mark's head hard against her breast and cried out her pleasure in a series of sharp little gasps of 'yes', the cries tailing away slowly as her climax gradually waned. When it was over Amey slumped back on the bed, limp and temporarily spent, her body shining and her chest heaving, content for the moment to let Mark's now motionless fingers rest inside her. But Mark was not going to let her rest, he now extracted his fingers and rolled on top of her, ignoring the look of surprise on her face as he pushed her legs further apart again with his own. "Guide me in, babe." His demand was addressed to Donna, who was lying alongside them and watching as she idly played with her own breasts. Shuffling around until she could see between Mark's legs, Donna took a hold of his shaft and steered the head up against the entrance to Amey's pussy. She guessed that his request was really to let her confirm her permission for him to fuck her friend, and the thought pleased her greatly. But jealousy was not something she felt where Amey was concerned, for she was happy for her friend to be involved. "Push forward Mark." "Oh yes push, I want this! I've waited for you to fuck me and I thought you weren't going to." Amey was almost pleading to be fucked. Mark had waited until Amey had climaxed before he fucked her because he was so aroused at the prospect that he didn't expect to last long, and a quick repeat was not guaranteed at his age. He wanted to be sure not to leave her high and dry on this first time. The downside was that he was now so hot and so randy that finesse was not on the agenda and he just needed to fuck. He simply wanted to pound his cock into Amey as hard and as fast as he could. Now on Donna's instruction he pushed himself full depth into Amey with his first thrust, trapping Donna's hand briefly between himself and Amey's soaking pussy in his eagerness. With his cock now buried deep inside Amey's tight little pussy Mark couldn't imagine things getting any better. He was fucking a beautiful girl who was twenty-odd years his junior, who had a figure like a catwalk model, and who was more than willing. Not only that, but his partner, also a young and beautiful girl, was lying beside them, encouraging and helping him. How could things improve on that? His enthusiastic thrusting echoed his delight. As the power and pace of Mark's thrusts increased Amey drew her legs right back and wrapped them loosely around his waist, holding on tightly to his upper back with her arms as she was pounded and jolted beneath him. She revelled in the force of his movements, thrilling at the feeling of this mature man plunging his cock deep in and out of her, just waiting and longing for the feel of him erupting inside her. Her own new climax was on its way and she could feel her hands automatically becoming talons that dug into Mark's back. They were both on the road to ecstasy. This time the both came almost together, his cum spurting high inside her pussy, splattering her cervix just a split second before she exploded in orgasm herself. Mark slammed into Amey as he felt his floodgates open, forcing himself as far into her as he could go, no longer pulling out before ramming hard into her again and again. Just a series of pelvic thrusts keeping him high inside her as his cum flooded out. He heard a single cry of 'yes' that he knew to be a cry of pleasure at him cumming inside her, before her own orgasm struck and her cries of 'yes, became cries of triumph at reaching her second climax. Then her legs locked around Mark's waist, holding him into her, not wanting to lose a drop of his cum, and her nails bit into his back leaving marks that would last for days. She pushed up against him, trying to force him even further into her body, enjoying the fact that she could satisfy an older man. As she shuddered from the waves of orgasm crashing through her body Amey took delight from feeling Mark shooting into her. It was something she had fantasised about, never daring to tell Donna until now, but always hoping that it might happen one day. Now that, with Donna's connivance, it had happened this once, Amey had every intention that it would happen again. For Mark it was the strongest orgasm he had had for years, the erotic circumstances and the lithe beauty of his partner had combined to make it powerful beyond belief, and he was now washed up and exhausted, collapsed in to the arms of his youthful lover, limbs trembling and heart pounding. He was, in the words of the sexually knowledgeable, shagged out. ********************************************* Later that day, after they had cleaned up and Amey had left, Mark and Donna sat quietly in front of the television. The set was on, showing one of Donna's favourite Aussie soaps, but neither was watching, each instead going over the events of the day in their mind. "Was it good fucking Amey?" Donna's sudden question startled Mark and unsettled him. Was the question to be answered truthfully, or would that lead to jealousy and arguments? Could he actually answer it untruthfully, as only a fool would have missed his happiness at shooting his load inside her? "Very!" Mark decided on truth. "Would you like to do it again?" "Yes." "Without me being there?" Now Mark thought he could see the direction Donna was heading in. "No, you are my partner; you are the one I love. Amey is icing on our cake, not a surrogate Donna for me!" Mark meant what he said and hoped that Donna believed him. "Would you mind if Amey and I got it together a bit more?" Mark had not expected that one. "Whoa! I didn't know you were into girls that much!" "Neither did I. I wanted us to touch each other - just to try it, but when she fingered me properly today I loved it and I think she did too. Don't get me wrong." Donna continued hastily. "I've not gone off you; it's just that she feels so different." There was a pensive pause as each looked at the other. "Would you mind?" Donna repeated her question. Mark thought about it, then. "I think the same applies as with me. I don't mind if we're all together, but if you do it when I'm not there, then that's cheating!" "Agreed!" Donna snuggled next to Mark and they settled to contemplate their future sex life. Young People These Days "Well?" Donna was pushing for an answer, but she was smiling her agreement with whatever decision he made, and he felt the pressure lift a little. "Both!" "Both?" The two girls echoed his answer in surprise. "Yes, both. But with conditions. I don't mind Amey doing it so long as I don't cum in her mouth; I want to keep that for you, Donna. And, anyway, I still haven't fucked you yet, so I need to keep my strength." Donna looked at Amey. "There you go, now you can find out the difference for yourself!" Donna relinquished the grip she still had around the base of Mark's burstingly hard cock and moved back to as Amey inched herself across the bed to take her place. "Wait a minute." Amey stopped dead at Donna's words and looked at her friend enquiringly. "You're not going to do it dressed like that with us both naked. Take your clothes off!" Amey looked in amazement at Donna, but after a moment's pause she slid from the bed and began to do as she had been told. To Mark it seemed as though everything was slipping out of control. Part of his mind was revelling in the idea of being given a blow job by a naked nymphet, while another part rebelled at the thought of taking advantage of an innocent, even if he was actually no more than a passive participant. But even as Amey was stepping out of her thong his cock was twitching with expectation. Amey's body was everything Mark thought it would be. Slim - in fact very slim, firm, slightly adolescent with small breasts and narrow hips, but with the most amazingly erect nipples and, wonder of wonders, a neatly trimmed bush. He couldn't help but stare at her, even though he told himself he shouldn't. For all her immaturity, she was a very sexy young lady. As she climbed back onto the bed he caught a glimpse of a shiny wet pussy with wide labia and a rather long and erect clitoris, and he thought for a moment that he would cum on the spot. With effort he controlled himself and waited for what he now expected to be a fabulous experience. He was not disappointed. Amey's hand was small, lithe and cool to the touch as it wrapped itself around the shaft of his cock, gently but surprisingly expertly wanking him with smooth, firm strokes. Her mouth, when it arrived on his cock, was like velvet, with a tongue as lively as a bag of snakes, sliding and slithering around the head. Luke was one lucky guy, no wonder he wanted her to do this to him. Mark relaxed into heaven, with just a little part of him wondering how Donna was reacting. In fact, he needn't have worried. Donna was watching with a smile, not at all jealous and just happy to see the incongruous pair enjoying themselves. She had long bragged about her partner's equipment and bedtime prowess, and after today she would have someone who could substantiate her claims. In a strange sort of way she was proud to have a partner of his age who could still attract the attentions of her young and pretty friends. It didn't take long before Amey's attentions to his cock began to have the expected effect on Mark, and he could feel his orgasm beginning to bubble up inside him, his bag tightening and his cock twitching. Remembering his promise to Donna he tried to pull away, telling Amey to stop, but she fastened her mouth around him and continued sucking and slurping at him, bringing hi ever closer to cumming. Determined to have at least something go his way this day, he rather roughly pushed her away, rolling on his side to prevent her returning to her goal, panting from arousal and self denial. Even as he did it Mark wondered why. In normal circumstances he would have given his right arm for a blow job from someone as expert as Amey, but he still could not equate her expertise and her actual age with her apparent age, and his mind balked at shooting off into her mouth. Now it was Mark's turn to lie panting and desperately trying to regain control, but in his case it was from arousal and frustration rather than from a spent orgasm. Slowly he got back in charge of his feelings and apologised to Amey. "I'm sorry, honey, but I promised myself and Donna that I would only cum inside her. You are gorgeous and I only wish I could have let myself, but I guess it's just an attack of old fashioned loyalty." He looked at her beautiful body with mixed feelings, but decided he'd made the right decision. "Alright, if you won't let me bring you off with my mouth, how about you do it to me?" Gone was the innocent of earlier that evening, here was a sexual young woman demanding her satisfaction. She never ceased to surprise him. Mark's heart leapt at that idea, he would just love to lick that fantastic young pussy, and he looked at Donna for her thoughts. Donna was all in favour. "This I've just got to see." She said, smiling broadly. Mark turned back to Amey to agree to her request, but she was way ahead of him, lying flat on the bed, her legs spread and waiting. Amey's pussy was a beautiful sight to Mark. Not only was it slick and shiny from her juices, but her clitoris was hard and waiting, protruding from its hood and looking even longer than before. Her labia were puffy with arousal, swollen and spread for his tongue, and even before he went down to her, Mark could smell her wonderful aroma, fresh and musky. He paused for a moment or two, drinking in the gorgeous sight and scent of a very randy Amey. Positioning himself between her legs, Mark folded her knees back towards her chest, holding them there with a hand on each beautifully toned thigh, and then lowered his mouth to her pussy. Fastening his open lips over her cleft, Mark began to flick her clit with his tongue. Up and down and side to side he worked at her button, rewarded by gasps of pleasure and delight from his new partner. Nibbling on it, sucking on it, pressing on it with his tongue, even gently biting it, Mark was determined to give Amey as much enjoyment as possible from her first taste of oral sex. He was succeeding too, Amey was in rapture, her eyes squeezed closed, her hands hooked behind her knees to help hold back her legs, her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip and her body jerking and jumping from the darts of ecstasy sent through her. She was making strange little noises in the back of her throat, as if trying to hold back loud cries of joy, and her head was rolling from side to side. The watching and transfixed Donna knew exactly what Amey was feeling, she had been there many times, and knew that soon her friend would enjoy her first oral orgasm. "Don't stop, for God's sake don't stop!" Amey's voice was tight her words forced out from clenched jaws. Mark responded by moving one hand from her thigh and running his index finger around the entrance to her passage, teasing her with pretended entry. Amey's involuntary hip movements were getting stronger, her noises louder and more sustained, and her legs pulled hard and flat against her body to give Mark even better access to her soaking wet pussy. Amey was nearly there! "I'm going to cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh my God, Yeesss! Yeesss! Yeessssss!" Amey's final vocalisation was almost as loud as Donna's had been earlier, the 'oh my God' triggered by Mark ramming two fingers right up inside her tight little passage at just the moment when her orgasm struck. Amey didn't react to orgasm in the same way that Donna did. She was just as loud, using words instead of sounds, but instead of bucking and pushing against him, she just went absolutely rigid, her spine arched her fists clenched, her eyes tight shut and her mouth a thin line across her face. Then, as it finally subsided she let out her breath in one long 'whoosh' and collapsed back onto the bed, panting, gasping, covered in a sheen of sweat and trembling from head to foot. "Jesus fucking Christ, that was fucking good!" Donna and Mark looked at each other in amazement; neither of them had ever heard Amey swear at all, let alone in such a blasphemous way and they were rather shocked. It was as if Amey suddenly realised what she had said, for she blushed bright red and threw her hands up to her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, - but it was good, it was the best ever for me and it sort of slipped out." For some perverse reason, the sound of such language coming from someone he still looked on as an innocent, regardless of what she had been doing, turned Mark on even more. He was now desperate for release, his need to empty his sac almost unbearable. He turned to Donna, rolled her onto her back and, spreading her willing legs, pushed himself into her hot wet cunt right to the hilt. With his cock buried deep inside her Donna wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as he soaked up the sensations he so badly needed. "You could have fucked Amey, if you'd wanted, I wouldn't mind. In fact you still can if you want." Donna's whisper shook Mark rigid. He hadn't expected any of this to happen and he certainly hadn't expected his girlfriend to offer her young friend to him. He didn't know what to make of it, but that could wait. Right now he just needed a fuck! But even fucking Donna held one further surprise. As he began thrusting into her, building up speed and rhythm, he felt a small cool hand wrap itself around his scrotum, gently fondling and rolling his balls, weighing them, and even vaguely tugging them back as he pushed into Donna. Donna must have seen his eyes widen in surprise, for she looked at him quizzically, wondering what had happened. Then she found out. Amey was venturing from Mark's balls to the base of his cock and his thrusts brought her wandering fingers into contact with Donna's pussy. Now it was her turn to register shock and, surprisingly, pleasure. Her eyes widening momentarily before a look of enjoyment passed over her face. "Good?" She asked Mark, wanting to know what he felt about Amey's interference in their coupling. "Yes!" How could he say 'no' to such a combination of sensations. Donna nodded and relaxed back to enjoy it. Meanwhile Amey moved her hand so that Mark's balls now rested in the palm of her hand and her fingers lay alongside his shaft pointing towards the tip. Although her hand was small and didn't extend far along his shaft, this had the meant that the tips of her longest fingers now entered Donna's tunnel as Mark thrust in. Both Mark and Donna responded by shuffling themselves into a slightly more open position, allowing Amey to insert herself further into Donna. Both of them were now thoroughly enjoying the unlikely contact, their arousal intensified by the physical pressure of Amey's hand, and by the mental excitement of such unexpected but welcome assistance. They were both almost at the point of no return. Surprisingly, it was Donna who came first, her trademark shouts echoing around the room, the power of her climax magnified by the twisting fingers lying alongside Mark within her. No sooner had Donna cum than Mark began to show all the signs of approaching climax, Amey's fingers were having much the same effect on him. Subconsciously he was looking forward to shooting his load with Amey's hand in close proximity, so close that she couldn't fail to feel his semen rushing along his shaft on its way into Donna's womb. It was an exciting prospect. But as soon as Donna's climax subsided Amey withdrew her fingers and let them rest on Mark's scrotum. Feeling a little cheated, Mark rammed himself deeper and harder into Donna, determined to get the most out of the orgasm that was very nearly upon him. But Amey had a hidden agenda. Just as she judged that Mark was about to shoot she moved her hand back, pulled open his arse cheeks with her free hand and thrust her index finger deep into his anus. The small size of Amey's finger and the liberal coating of Donna's juices that covered it made the sudden insertion completely painless, but it was still as shock. It was a good shock, though, and had the right effect, for Mark rammed himself forward in an instinctive effort to pull away from the invasive finger and at the same time exploded deep into Donna's cunt. Mark didn't usually make much noise when he came, but this time the feeling was so forceful that a deep animal roar escaped from his mouth as his pent up frustration was finally released and he pumped spurt after spurt into Donna's body. Amey's finger remained pushed as far as possible into Mark's arse until his volcanic orgasm was spent and he lay on top of Donna, gasping and exhausted. The she quietly removed it, leaned forward so that her still hard nipples rested on Mark's trembling back and whispered in his ear. "I always believe in returning favours, don't you?" She giggled quietly and moved away, leaving Mark to recall his own fingers thrusting deep into Amey's pussy at the moment of her own orgasm. Afterwards the three lay side by side on the bed, still naked and silently smoking after-sex cigarettes, the skin on skin contact now seeming natural and of no concern. That certainly wouldn't have been the case only an hour or two before. Mark was lost in thought. He still found it hard to accept that Amey, seemingly so young and innocent, should in fact be so experienced and open in bed. Maybe she hadn't had a man go down on her, but it was a good bet she'd tried most other things. While Donna, - well, that had been even more of a surprise. He would never have believed that she could allow Amey to enter into their sex lives or their relationship. Nor would he have believed that she would perform so openly before someone else or react positively to the touch of another female. As for Donna virtually inviting him to fuck her friend while she watched, that was something he would never have expected in a million years. But that was also where his mindset drew the line. It was just about ok to have sexual contact with someone else with his partners consent, but actual intercourse was reserved for his partner alone. Well, it had been so far, but, he admitted to himself, the idea of fucking such a beautiful and nubile girl was very attractive, especially now that he had seen through her apparent innocence. Maybe on another day ....! Just then the age difference, generation gap even, was brought home to him by a stray thought that went through his mind, making him smile to himself. He had just had the classic old man's thought. "Young people these days! It wasn't like that in my time!"