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Those Days of...Ch. 26-30

By: TonyDowse





Those Days of...Ch. 26-30



The scene that first came vividly to mind was of what had happened in the kitchen, after Helen and I had left Barbara at the hospital and gone back to the house so she could make her phone calls, once she had finished I had made my approach to her - and found she was as hot for me as I was for her.

In my mind I replayed the picture in slow motion. Her skirt slowly rising, exposing the long, beautiful line of her legs - the welt of her stocking tops, the black slash of her suspenders cutting across the smooth whiteness of her thighs. There had been a split second when I wanted her to stop, so I could have more time to enjoy the sight of her but the movement had been too quick and it was a mere moment before just a tiny triangle of lace separated me from her sex.

I'd licked and sucked her pussy until a series of violent spasms shook her and as they'd hit she'd lifted her still stockinged legs higher and clamped them around me as I'd taken her to a shuddering climax, frantically swallowing the juices that then freely flowed from her.

And that memory of course triggered the one from only a few days later, when we'd raced out of the restaurant and headed back to her boss's empty office for one of the fastest, most spontaneous fucks of our lives. That was when she first learned how much I loved not only seeing but also making love to her while she still had stockings on.

We'd been frantically stripping our clothes off, Helen more quickly than I and when she pulled her dress up over her head I'd been thrilled to see that she was again wearing stockings - and just the thought of having those silky legs wrapped around me had made my cock throb and jerk violently upwards.

And, as she'd been about to undo the clips that held her stockings up, I'd said in a hoarse whisper.

'Leave them on for me - please!'

She'd heard my almost pleading tone, stopped and asked what I meant - and when I'd said I'd like her to keep her stockings on she'd smiled and said.

'Of course - I want to please you any way I can. You only have to tell me what you want.'

As we then made love, the silky feel her legs around my waist, slipping over my skin as she used them to pull me even deeper into herself had intensified the already blazing need I'd had - and after only a few, short minutes the force of our coupling brought on her climax - and, as that began I thrilled to the electrifying sensation of her stockinged legs, gripping me even more tightly, bringing on mine too.

There were many other memories, from the more recent weeks, since we had been living together, she had been more than happy to pander to my enjoyment and the variety of stockings she now had available to choose from was quite phenomenal. But even so, there was one other image that, in spite of all the others, kept slipping into my mind - of Barbara.

The day I had come home from work to find her already there - and as I climbed the stairs I'd seen her standing above me, bending over to get something out of a chest on the landing. She'd been wearing a short, straight skirt and when I'd glanced up I'd found I could see straight up her sheer black nylon clad legs, up under her skirt, on up the length of her thighs, up to the twin curves of her arse.

I'd managed to tear my eyes away finally and had gone on up and when she'd turned I'd discovered that the blouse she was wearing exposed the rising swell of her breasts, which only added more fuel to the fire that looking up at her legs had lit inside me.

She'd stood so near that I could almost feel her breath as she said that what she and Julia had was nowhere near as good as what she and I could have. Then she'd reached out, touched the hard ridge my cock was already making, curled her fingers around the shaft and begun to squeeze it. Luckily, just then Helen had come home and after a few words together, Barbara had left and Helen, seeing the state I was in, had simply dropped to her knees, unzipped me and soon had the bottled-up cum fountaining out of me.

I was brought back to reality by a sudden, burning pain in my fingers - and found that while I'd been caught up in my memories my cigarette had burned right down to them - and then that the coffee I'd poured myself had got stone cold. But I found that the re-playing of those arousing scenes had had one positive side-effect, all systems were 'go' down below!

Having made some fresh coffee I poured two cups and on the way back to the bed-room, peeked round the half-open door of Barbara's room to see if she had woken and when I saw that she was still sound asleep took the coffee into the other bed-room, sat on the side of the bed and woke Helen with a kiss. As she pulled herself up into a sitting position to take the cup from me the sheet slipped down, enticingly exposing her breasts - and yet again I was reminded that although it was her breath-taking legs that I always seemed to recall whenever I thought of the wonderful experiences we had shared and it was the thought of Barbara's breasts that never failed to arouse me - Helen's were almost as beautiful and could always excite me too.

'Barbara was very late getting home.' she said after she'd taken a couple of sips of coffee.

That's a good sign.' I replied. 'I checked, she's dead to the world.'

'Sleeping alone?'

'So far as I could see, I didn't check that closely.' I answered with a grin.

'That surprises me, aren't you fully recovered from yesterday's activity yet?'

In reply I simply stood, opened the front of my robe and let her see for herself. Although not fully erect, the arousal that had resulted from the replay of those memories, coupled with the sight of her luscious breasts had brought my cock up to more than half-mast and I saw her eyes open wide with surprise at the sight of it.

'Good morning to you too.' she said as she reached sideways and slipped her hand beneath it, lifting and supporting the length of it with the palm of her hand, curling her finger-tips around the heavy sac beneath it.

The feel of her gentle touch made the blood flow more strongly and the expression on her face changed to one of amazement as it began to lengthen and thicken.

'Oh, a very good morning!' she said quietly, then tearing her eyes away from what was happening, looked up at me. 'What brought this beauty to life?'

'You did. I'd been thinking about you while I was making the coffee and then, seeing you like that, your breasts I mean, that's more than enough to get things started.'

'That's nice to know. As I was apparently the cause it's only fair I should do something about it - any ideas?'

'Plenty!'

'For instance?' she asked, putting her empty cup alongside mine on the bed-side table.

'I seem to remember I woke you with a kiss.'

'I see. Like this?' she asked as she leaned sideways and planted a small kiss right on the very end of it, then smiled up at me as she sat upright again.

'Not exactly.'

'Then this?' Again she simply leaned sideways, that time moistening and pursing her lips, working them as she again pressed them against the tip.

'That's nice - but still not quite what I had in mind.'

'Ah, I think I understand. He wants our full, 'welcome to the bright new day, trumpet fanfare special'.' She said, flipping back the covers, then slid her legs out, turned to face me and sat up on the edge of the bed. 'Am I right?' she asked, grinning up at me expectantly.

'As always.' I answered, feeling my cock jerk up another notch as I looked down at her nakedness and edged myself forward between her parted legs.

She wasted no more time, the hand that had been supporting the stiffening length curled around it, her other hand slipped up between my thighs and found the tightening sac beneath and as she bent forwards, she opened her mouth and slipped her moist lips over the taut swell of the head, her tongue flicking the sensitive ridge of skin beneath it.

Helen must have noticed the way I'd reacted the previous afternoon to the technique Barbara had used to such dramatic effect and while keeping a firm grasp around the base of the throbbing shaft with her hand, began by using the same short, tight-lipped, head-bobs, each time taking in just the rapidly bulging head. The sight and the feel of what she was doing to me quickly brought my cock up to its full size, stretching her mouth as it thickened and hardened and when she felt that she changed pace, every now and then pushing forward, relaxing her throat and taking virtually the full length deep inside.

I groaned with pleasure as my system responded to the rising tension and excitement and she looked up to see the effect of what she was doing for me reflected in the expression on my face.

But though I could think of nothing better than letting her take me all the way to an absolutely explosive climax with her mouth, I also wanted her to have her share of pleasure too - knowing she'd be only too willing to repeat what she was doing for me some other time, when I was too weary to do more than lie there and be ministered to.

So, even though she made a frown of disappointment I eased her head back, shivering as her lips slid tightly off the grossly swollen bulb of my cock-head and pushed her down on to the bed, leaving her splayed legs still dangling over the edge of it. Kneeling beside it I eased her thighs even further apart and, pausing for a moment to enjoy the sight of her pink-lipped pussy nestling amongst the almost jet black, curling hair, moved closer, smelling the slightly acrid scent of her arousal as I slipped my head up between the smooth warmth of her thighs. Having spent some time licking lightly over and around the moist, sensitive folds I finally let my tongue slip up along the furrow then between the pouting lips. As I did that she gave a soft moan, which grew stronger when I stiffened my tongue and poked it up inside her.

Using a combination of light licks, stiff thrusts and gentle nibbles I slowly built up her level of excitement and it was only when I was absolutely certain from the growing strength of her reactions that I was taking her close to orgasm that I made the first, light flick up over the hard ridge of her clitoris. Her reaction was instantaneous! Giving a sudden sharp cry, she jerked her legs even wider apart and I felt the distinctive ripple as the muscles across her belly flexed from the contractions that were then starting deep inside her.

Feeling that, I pushed my hands up underneath her bottom, lifted her, pulled her even closer - and began to lick her clit as fast as I could. Her cries of delight grew louder and I felt her body shuddering convulsively as the full strength of the climax ripped through her - then suddenly found my mouth full of the juices that flowed as she went high over the top.

Her still spasming body made no protest as I turned her over and helped her up into a kneeling position on to the edge of the bed, then bent her forwards so I could fuck her from the rear. For a moment I was tempted to use the smaller, tighter hole above but as I felt that might still be a little sore from the events of the previous afternoon I moved closer and nudged my bulbous cock-head between the puffy, outer lips of her pussy instead.

Her climax had made them so slippery that it only took a single jerk of my hips to get my entire cock inside her, my stomach hard up against the sweeping curve of her arse and my balls pressing tightly against the backs of her thighs.

I hadn't realised just how aroused I had become from what we had been doing to each other but as soon as I felt the warm tightness of her pussy-lips closing around my cock I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back for too long. For Helen it seemed that just feeling me filling her was enough to trigger an extension of her climax because no sooner was I in and opening her up with long, powerful strokes than the short gasping sounds she had been making until then turned to deeper, louder groans of more intense pleasure - and I felt her contractions starting again.

The effect was fantastic - each time I reached the deepest part of her and then began to withdraw for the next forward thrust, I felt the lining of her cunt gripping it, as though trying to hold me inside her. Neither I nor my cock could take that for too long and all too soon, as my balls tightened hard up against the base of my driving cock, I felt the irresistible surge building deep inside me and heard myself grunting at the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.

Helen and I had been too carried away to hear Barbara come into the room and I don't know how long she'd been standing inside the door-way watching us - the first thing that made me aware that she was there was the feel of her hand, as she slipped it up between my legs, feeling for my balls. Even as she curled her fingers around the tightly swollen sac I felt her other hand forcing its way into the cleft between my tightly flexed buttocks - then the added excitement as she used one finger to probe my arse-hole. Somehow, even though my muscles were locking tight each time I thrust powerfully down into Helen's responsive pussy, Barbara managed to get her finger past them and as she rhythmically squeezed my super-sensitive balls with her other hand, she forced it deep into my arse.

That was the final trigger! I heard myself cry out aloud as I felt the explosive rush - my entire body went rigid, wracked by the sheer force of the climax, my semen boiling and ripping up through me then blasting deep into Helen. Forced on by the combination of sensations flooding my brain - from my inflamed cock, pistoning in and out of Helen's cunt and from Barbara's still squeezing and probing fingers - I slammed into her again and again and again, jerking her forward with the force of each lunge, hearing her sharp cries mingling with my grunts of exertion as I emptied myself into her.

I couldn't believe how much I unloaded and maybe, towards the end there was actually nothing being pumped out, but my body, and the added impetus Barbara's hands were giving to it drove me on and as sweat poured out of me and dripped down on to Helen the noise of our exertion was augmented by the loud 'smacks' of my belly hitting her wetted arse cheeks.

But finally my grip of her sweat-slippery hips failed, she fell forward on to the bed and as I slumped down on to her, gasping for breath, quite utterly drained, Barbara's deeply probing finger slipped out of my arse, her other hand finally released my balls and I heard her leave us almost as quietly as she had come.

It was some little time before either of us recovered sufficiently to move apart and even when we had it took several more minutes for us to find the energy to speak.

Helen managed to roll over, gave me a soft kiss and said. 'That's not what I really had in mind lover - but after something as powerful as that, who's complaining!'

'Certainly not me.' I answered weakly. 'But Barbara gets some of the credit.'

'Barbara?'

'We must have woken her up - and, just as I was about to come she urged me on a bit more, with her hands, well with one hand and one finger actually.'

She gave me a puzzled look, then the meaning of what I'd said dawned on her and she gave me a mischievous grin.

'Oh, I see - I must remember that and try it myself sometime. See if it's always that effective.'

'It was partly the surprise, not knowing she was there until I felt it - but even allowing for that, I should think it would work most times - but if it does and you do it too often you could have an exhausted wreck on your hands.'

'But what a way to go!' she answered, slipping her arms around me, pulling herself close and pressing her lips to mine.

We lay quietly kissing and caressing each other until we were disturbed by Barbara, who had obviously used the time to have her shower and dress.

'I don't want to interrupt anything - but I wondered if either of you wanted breakfast, or are you planning on staying there all morning?'

'No darling - I don't think either of us has the energy to do too much more for a while - and Roger tells me that we owe you a 'thank you' for some of what happened. I gather you have quite a potent finger!'

'Oh that. It seemed like a good idea at the time - and it looked as though it made a bit of a difference.'

'That's putting it mildly.' I answered. 'But your mother's quite right, after that I don't think I'll be capable of anything for quite some time.'

'Oh if I know you two you won't take very long to recover, a shower, something to eat, you might surprise yourselves. So, back to the question - do you want some breakfast or not.'

'O.K., O.K. - we'll have breakfast.' We answered in unison. 'But give us time to shower, etc. darling. You go first Roger and I'll help Barbara get things started in the kitchen.' Helen added.

Once I had taken care of the demands of nature and showered and shaved I handed the bath-room over to Helen, dressed and then went through to the kitchen to see what was left to be done. Barbara was just starting to grill some bacon and tomatoes and the mere smell of them soon had my saliva glands working overtime and my stomach letting me know that it was more than ready for something to be put inside it.

'What's still to be done?' I asked.

She turned and gave me a dazzling smile, saying. 'Me!' Then added. 'But I'll have to wait a while won't I?'

'I thought, Mike?' I answered, my confusion showing in the tone of voice I used.

'It's all right, I was only teasing.' she said, adding cheekily. 'Mike's taking very good care of me, you only have to worry about Mum now, not the two of us.'

'I was more than happy to be of service to you both, you know that - and more than happy to receive what you gave back in return.' I responded. 'It was just that we thought that if everything worked out for you, Mike mightn't be too keen on sharing you.'

'I think you're right, he's a bit old-fashioned in some ways - but that's nice too, I think he's one of those guys who, once he's committed himself is totally loyal - and expects his girl to be the same.'

'I can understand that attitude - I'm the same really. At first I had a lot of trouble coming to terms with your mother's idea about the three of us getting together.'

'You never gave me any sign of that Roger.'

'Well I'd accepted that's what Helen wanted of me by then, but it took me a while to get there.'

'That's a very sweet thought - I wish I'd known, I'd have been more considerate if I'd understood that.'

'You were fine Barbara. In fact you were spectacular! I wouldn't have wanted you to be any other way.' Giving her a broad grin as I added. 'Now, as I said, what's still to be done - other than you I mean?'

She grinned back and answered. 'Well, you could lay the table for us please.'

So together we got things organised and by the time Helen appeared everything was just about ready for us to sit down and eat.

Once our initial hunger had been satisfied both Helen and I couldn't wait to find out what had happened the previous evening, between Mike and his girl-friend and then between he and Barbara - and, as I'd discovered before, she was able to tell us in graphic and minute detail.

'He took me to a nice Chinese restaurant he knows and told me what had happened when he talked to Jean, that's her name. From what he said she didn't seem too upset about it, said she'd been aware that he wanted more from her than she was able to give him - meaning sex of course - and that she'd realised that sooner or later some tart would come along and open her legs for him - meaning me of course.' She added with a quiet giggle. 'Mind you it took me a while to get him to tell me the actual words she used, he wasn't keen on repeating them - but after a bit of persuasion he did. And when I just giggled at them he began to laugh too, so that got things off to a good start.




Those Days of...Ch. 26-30



Anyway, once that was out of the way, as we ate we talked about ourselves, everything we could think of - I could tell he was just dying to ask me about us but didn't give him anything he could use as an opening, made him get to the point where he had to ask - and then I said I felt uncomfortable talking about it in public, to wait until we were somewhere on our own. As we had long since finished eating that gave him the excuse to suggest we leave the restaurant of course - which is what I wanted by then too.

Just sitting opposite him had got me quite wet, his eyes are gorgeous, so soft and gentle, almost liquid - and whenever he looked into mine and smiled I felt myself going all squirmy inside - a lovely feeling.

Anyway, we drove off to a quiet spot he knew of and although I couldn't help myself wondering who it was he'd been there with and what they'd got up together it didn't really matter, it was me he was with this time. He's funny, even after what we'd done together during the afternoon he was still a bit nervous about starting anything - and in the end, after a lot of kissing and tentative groping, I got things under way myself. Said I thought it would be better if we fixed the back seat, before we got too hot and things got out of control.

That got him going and just a few minutes later we'd both stripped off and before I really had a chance to do anything much about it, he was pounding away at me. I suppose that by then he'd got as hot for me as I was for him so I can't criticise him for being a bit too eager. He made me come all right - but I missed out on some of the lead-up that I like so much.' And, turning to smile at me, she added. 'Which is one of the things you're so good at doing Roger.'

'Anyway, we made up for it a bit later. But after that first, quite frenzied fuck, he wanted me to finally explain about us - and of course I had no more excuses, so I gave him a shortened, slightly altered version of what's been happening, leaving out the stuff about Dad - I just said he'd died in an accident a few years ago.

I said it was all a bit complicated, that I'd met Roger through his wife, one of my teachers at night-school, then he'd met you through me Mum, that his marriage wasn't working and that you'd started a serious relationship together. That as I'd not had a boy-friend for a long time I'd become infatuated with you Roger and that on the night before he'd met us, one thing had sort of led to another.

I know it's not strictly the truth but then I'd have been there all night if I'd had to tell him the full, real story - and I had other things on my mind than story-telling.'

'What were they darling?' Helen asked with a knowing smile.

'For one thing I wanted to see if I could get my lips around that thick cock of his - then to see what his come actually tasted like. For another I wanted to find out if he was any good at giving head - that's another thing you and your super tongue have made me appreciate Roger. So, drawn-out story-telling came a very bad last on my list of things.

Anyway, he seemed satisfied with what I told him and if we get really serious about each other there'll be plenty of time to fill in the gaps, if I have to.

While I was giving him the shortened version I'd kept my hands busy of course and by the time I'd brought the story up to yesterday's picnic I was pleased to feel him starting to respond. Mentioning the picnic was an obvious way of reminding him of the part he'd played in it and I asked him how he had come to be there in the first place.

He said that it was part of his normal route, that he had to check all the places where there were barbecues, to make sure people were using them properly, that they weren't chopping live trees for wood, that there was no risk of the fire spreading to the surrounding bush. He'd been scanning the area through his binoculars and caught sight of us down by the river. At first he said he couldn't believe his eyes - he caught us just as we were taking care of Roger's cock Mum. He said he took a fancy to me right then - but whether it was me, or what he saw me doing for Roger I don't know - anyway the end result was the same, he stayed on to watch us until he saw we were heading back to the car, then he took off.

But the thought of us kept popping back into his head - and his cock I expect - and of course he had to come back to see if he could get another look - and that's when Roger heard the sound of his vehicle. The rest you know.

I was delighted to find out that getting him to talk about his reaction to what he'd seen and then how he'd felt when he did what he'd done to me, had got him aroused again, I could feel how tense he had become - and even more importantly, how big and hard his cock was getting. Then, when I asked him if he'd like me to do for him what he'd seen us doing for Roger, I felt it surge up even stronger, so I asked him if he'd also like to do the same thing for me.

Well I have to say it - he went down on me like a starving man would go at a plate of food! It was as though he'd spent his entire life waiting for the opportunity to suck pussy! I've never felt anything quite like it before. I think it was actually the shock of it that actually made me come, it was just so different. But I wouldn't want it like that every time and I might have to get you to give him a few lessons Roger - or maybe sometime I could arrange things so he can watch you do it. Anyway, he seemed pleased with himself, that he'd got me off so quickly I mean and when he saw I was finished he rolled over on to his back and waited for me to do it to him.

I don't know whether it was from sucking me off or just the anticipation of what I was going to do for him but as he lay there it seemed to me that, if that was possible, his cock had got even bigger than it had been before. It looked simply enormous, sticking straight up, the skin peeled right back, the head a dark, glossy purple colour. But unlike him, I wasn't in any rush and I wanted to show him how good things could be if we just took a bit more time about them.

So I did, took my time I mean. Stroked it lightly, trailed my breasts over it as I leaned down to kiss his face, fondled his balls, shifted my position a few times so he was never quite sure what I was going to do next - then when I got serious, began with those little short head bobs that Roger seemed to like so much yesterday.'

'And again this morning!' Helen interrupted with a chuckle, referring to what she had done for me earlier.

'They're powerful stuff, I'll attest to that.' I added with a grin. 'I can well imagine how Mike must have reacted to those.'

'He nearly blew his top right then - which of course wasn't the idea - so when I saw how strongly he was reacting I began to alternate them with licks and little sucks and although his level of excitement didn't drop off at all, at least he didn't come as quickly as at first I had thought he might. But of course all that made his cock - and especially the head of it - even bigger, so big that when I finally decided to find out if I could actually get all of him in my mouth, I thought I'd dislocate my jaw.

But I paused for a moment, relaxed, took a deep breath and stretched it as wide as I could - and although I felt my teeth grazing the widest part, after that the rest slid down beautifully. Once I'd got it that far the rest was easy of course - and, as you know yourself Mum, very exciting. He was so wound-up that I really didn't have to do much more than enjoy the feel of it - he did all the work, thrusting up really powerfully - a 'head-fuck' is what I think they call it. And with a cock as thick as his, it's almost as good as the other sort!' She added with genuine enthusiasm.

'And after all that, what did his come taste like?' Helen asked and Barbara giggled before she answered.

'I very nearly didn't find out. He was so excited and I was getting such a kick out of feeling him powering into me that I admit I missed the signs he was about to come. His cock was already so big that I didn't have any way of noticing it had actually got even bigger and either there wasn't one or I simply missed the little pause that always seems happen just before they shoot off. The first thing I knew about it was the massive grunt he made and his even more aggressive up-thrust, followed by the sudden flood of stuff he shot straight down the back of my throat. You wouldn't believe the noise he made, or the number of times he shot into me - but he was so deep and it came out with so much force that there was simply nothing in my mouth to taste.

But I thought quickly and once the initial pressure had been relieved I lifted my head a little and in spite of the size of it, actually managed to suck his cock, getting several more really good shots from him - and those I did have a chance to taste.

I know it's going to sound funny - but it actually had a smoky, sort of woody flavour!'

'Oh come on, you can't really expect me to believe that Darling!'

'Honestly, a really woody taste - you know, the sort of extra flavour tea gets when you make it over a camp fire. I didn't believe it at first either, thought it was my imagination - so, having swallowed that lot and as he was still rock-hard, I used my hand to pump him and at the same time, sucked it again, as hard as I could. In spite of the amount he'd already shot into me I managed to get some more out of him - and it had just the same taste, woody.'

She looked from one to the other and it was obvious from the expression on her face that she really wasn't trying to pull our legs and when neither of us could find anything to say, she continued.

'Anyway, whether you believe me or not, that's what it tasted like to me. The thing that was even more amazing was that even after all that, he was still fully erect, his cock didn't seem to have lost any of its hardness. Well you can guess how hot I'd got and the sight of it like that just made me hotter still - sticking straight up, quivering slightly, one or two small drops of come still oozing out of the eye, the rest of it slick with his come and my saliva - I couldn't resist it, I climbed up on top of him, squatted down on it and helped myself to another climax.

I'm not sure if he actually shot off that time, I was too wet and too wrapped-up in what was going on inside me to really notice - but he gave all the other signs of having got there again and whether he actually made it or not it was quite obvious he loved having me do it to him that way - and of course it was simply fantastic for me.'

'Well it certainly sounds as though the two of you are sexually compatible.' I said, trying to keep my voice light and free of the tension Barbara had aroused with her vivid description. 'Did you have any time left to find out about other things, there's more to life than making love you know.'

Even as I said it I realised what I'd said sounded just like a typical parent and when Helen caught my eye, grinned, raised her eye-brows and silently mouthed - 'Really! What?' I had to laugh at myself. 'Sorry if that sounds pompous, I didn't mean it that way - but you do need some other things in common you know. In spite of how we've spent the last couple of days, there are other things in life then sex - no matter how good that sex is.'

'It's all right Roger, I know what you mean. And believe it or not we did actually find time to talk. Of course he's very much an out-door man - and I like that, I'd love to go around the park with him sometime, see it all through his eyes. He doesn't know too much about fashion or business of course but he was interested to hear me talk about it - and there are plenty of other things we both like, similar music, the same movies, that sort of thing. And hidden away inside that big strong body there's a really soft and gentle man - a very loving man I think. And I don't just mean physical love, he's really quite emotional too.

The fact that he has a superb body - and a really great cock to go with it is merely an added bonus for me.' she added with a broad, satisfied grin.

'He just needs a bit of education as to how best to use it.' Helen prompted.

'And I intend to see he gets all he needs.' Concluded Barbara - as they both burst out laughing.

'So, did you make any arrangements to see each other today darling?'

'Yes, he has today off, he's picking me up in an hour or so, going to take me out for a drive, start showing me parts of the park I haven't been to.'

'And where very few other people get to I expect.' I said with a grin.

'Hopefully!' Barbara replied, which got us all laughing again. 'How about you two, what are your plans for the day?'

'Well now that it's just the two of us I'll have to re-think things.' Helen answered. 'I'd expected the three of us to have the entire week-end together of course.'

'Damn - now I've spoiled things.'

'No, no you mustn't think that darling. We're much happier knowing you've found someone like Mike. Aren't we Roger?'

'Of course. Ignore us Barbara, we'll find something to do.'

'Why don't you drive down there too, in your car I mean.' she added in a slightly embarrassed tone of voice.

'No Barbara, we're certainly not going to cramp your style with Mike. We'll be fine. Make the most of the day, get some fresh air, enjoy yourself. I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunities for us to get to know Mike.'

'Roger's right darling, make the most of it. Now, if he's picking you up in an hour you'd better start getting yourself organised, leave the clearing-up to us.'

'Sure?'

'Sure.'

With that Barbara headed for her room and Helen and I sat there together, neither of us saying anything for a minute or two.

'Penny for them.' I finally said and she looked up and gave me a weak little smile.

'I was thinking how quickly things change. This time yesterday, after months and months of worrying about Barbara and then getting you to agree to help get her over the problem, the three of us were getting ready to go out for a barbecue - and other things, together. Now, within twenty-four hours it's just the two of us. Strange isn't it.'

'I like it being the two of us Helen.'

Her smile warmed noticeably at that. 'But it was exciting wasn't it - the three of us.'

'Of course it was. But it couldn't last, you knew that. You wanted her to find someone for herself, didn't want to have to share me with her forever - even if I'd been capable of that.' I added.

'Oh I'm sure you'd be more than capable lover. You're right of course, it's just that - I just wish it hadn't happened so quickly. I was anticipating all sorts of things for us over this week-end, now that Mike's come along it's, it's all different, that's all.'

'I hadn't realised you were looking forward to the threesome itself so much - I thought you were primarily concerned with helping Barbara.'

I saw an embarrassed flush creep up across her face before she replied.

'I hadn't realised it, or to be more truthful, admitted it to myself Roger. It's funny, I've seen Barbara naked hundreds of times - but Friday evening, when we were getting ready for the start of things, together in the bath-room. Of course it was her idea for us to use lipstick on our nipples. I couldn't help myself looking at her - and it was as though I'd never seen her body before. She excited me Roger, her body excited me.'

She paused but as it was obvious she hadn't finished I remained quiet, giving her time to sort out her feelings and then find the right words to express them.

'I've never been the slightest bit interested in the idea of making love with another woman - the thought of it used to make me shudder - and still does in fact. But with Barbara it's somehow different - I can't explain it - I don't understand it myself Roger. But it's there, I can't deny it - it wasn't just that it was exciting having her with us, I mean the three of us making love - loving her and having her make love to me, was in some strange way even more exciting.

Is there something wrong with me Roger?' she asked anxiously.

I reached across the table and took her hand, squeezing it and looked lovingly into her tear-brimmed eyes.

'No Helen love, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. You've been under enormous stress with Barbara for a long time now, since Luke died in fact. Until I came on the scene you'd had to cope with that on your own - and knowing what had happened between them made that even harder for you. Then I appeared out of the blue, all the tension and stress that had been bottled-up inside suddenly had an escape route - and you wanted Barbara to feel as free of it as you did. Your love for her was able to show itself in a different way - and maybe because the problem had in the first place been caused by sex, sex became the natural route for those emotions.

Most people have some deep-seated feelings, or at least a sense of curiosity about sex with a member of their own sex and although society tends to encourage most of us to suppress those it doesn't mean they're not still there. Because of the unusual circumstances, the three of us being together like that, the sudden sense of freedom both you and Barbara were experiencing, I think yours suddenly exploded in the way it did. I'm sure that's all it was, a strange combination of circumstances, I'm certain it doesn't mean you're strange or peculiar yourself.'

Her hand gripped mine tightly and a flicker of a smile reappeared on her face.

'You're so good for me Roger, so understanding. I can't believe how lucky I am to have found you.'

'Likewise remember.' I said, then got up and went around to her, pulling her to her feet and hugging her tight, feeling all the tension and worry flowing out of her as my arms held her close to me.

We stood there, locked in each other's arms until I was sure she was calmer and then I suggested we clean-up the breakfast things and decide what we wanted to do with the day - and was pleased to see that as we worked and talked together the sparkle slowly returned to her lovely eyes.

Chapter 28

Follow that Car!

Having finished the washing-up we made ourselves another coffee and to the sound of Barbara bustling around as she got herself ready for Mike's arrival, carried the cups through to the lounge-room and sat down. Although I had suggested various things we could do together it had been obvious that none of them had really caught Helen's imagination and as I could see from the expression on her face that she was thinking about something, I waited.

Like any woman, she didn't come straight out with it but began in a round-about way.

'I've never asked, do you like watching cop shows on TV Roger?'

'Some of them.' I answered, totally bewildered by her question.

'There was a great one a few months ago - I can't remember the title - about this detective who'd been set-up for a crime he'd never committed, there's nothing unusual about that I suppose - but there was a terrific sequence, where he was following the people he thought had really done it. The tension was fantastic, you thought they were going to spot him any minute - but they didn't.'

I admit I didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking about, just sat there staring at her, wondering what had triggered that topic - until she continued that is.

'Could we do that do you think?'

'What?'

'Follow them. Without them seeing us.'

'Barbara and Mike?'

'Yes!' She answered excitedly. 'Follow Barbara and Mike.'

'Why?'

'To see what they get up to of course.'

I said nothing for a minute or two - and thought about the implication of what she'd said. Follow them - could I? Did I want to? Did I want to see whatever they got up to together? Barbara and Mike stripped, fucking each other - again.





Those Days of...Ch. 26-30



'I don't think I could Helen.'

'Why not? He doesn't know your car - and as a passenger Barbara wouldn't have any way of seeing it.'

'That's not the bit I meant Helen. I might be able to do it in the city but Mike has a 4-wheel drive vehicle and once he hits the tracks, apart from the fact that it will become much more obvious that he's being followed, I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

Anyway, even if we were lucky enough to somehow do that, I doubt we'd actually see much, Mike had binoculars remember.'

'Binoculars! Luke had some really good binoculars. He used to like going to the races occasionally and bought himself a really expensive pair. Now where did I last see them?' she said to herself as she stared off into space for a few moments, her face screwed-up in thought. 'Ah, I remember!' she exclaimed with a smile, then looked back at me and continued on as though there had been no interruption. 'And two other things darling. He's not working today, so I doubt he'll have the official vehicle. Once they head off the major roads we can drop much further back, to avoid being seen, we only have to stop and check the side-tracks to see if there are any signs that they've turned-off.

Oh come on Roger, even if we lose them it'll be fun. We'll take something to eat and drink, an adventure picnic if you like.'

She suddenly jumped up, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. 'Come on, let's do it!'

Her enthusiasm was contagious, I suddenly saw what she meant about it being an adventure, regardless of the outcome. It wouldn't really matter if we lost them - because even if we did, we'd still be together, in the middle of nowhere and could get up to anything that appealed to us at the time. If we didn't lose them...

'You're right, it could be fun. Let's give it a try! We'll have to hurry now though, what do you want me to do?'

'I'll pack some food for us, you go down and park the car somewhere handy, so we can follow them, whichever way they happen to go.'

Luckily for us Barbara was too busy getting herself ready to notice our sudden burst of activity, I parked the car in a side lane from where I could take off in whichever direction Mike took, then, having grabbed my own things and stowed the baskets that Helen had packed for us plus the binoculars that she had managed to find, got into the driver's seat and waited. Helen was to explain my absence by saying that I had gone out to buy the papers, she would come down with Barbara, ostensibly to see them off, then join me in the car. That way, if all went well they wouldn't get too much of a start on us.

In fact it went as smooth as clock-work, I didn't have too long to wait and Helen had been right about Mike not having the rangers' vehicle, his own was a rather battered old station-wagon, which I didn't think I'd have too much trouble tracking through the city. As he was able to find a parking spot quite close to the building I spotted him almost as soon as he got out of the wagon then watched as he rang the bell, Barbara opening the door and taking him up into the flat. A few minutes later the three of them came down again, Mike as loaded down with things as I had been, which he packed into the back of his vehicle, Helen gave them each a quick kiss and a wave, then as they prepared to set off, scurried over to me, got in and we started off after them.

At first there was the usual mass of disorganised Sunday traffic everywhere so I didn't let Mike get too far ahead of me but ensuring I always kept at least one car between the quite distinctive wagon and myself, just in case he happened to spot my face. But once we got to the outer suburbs I slipped further back, by then having a fair idea of which route he was taking to the park and which entrance he would be going in by.

Helen was like a little girl starting out on a big adventure, peering through the traffic ahead of us, calling out each time she saw the wagon about to make a turn, urging me on when she thought they were getting too far ahead of us, cautioning me when we got too close. But later, as she saw that we were drawing closer to the park itself, she became quieter, settled back in her seat and we drove most of the rest of the way without saying a word to each other, it was only when we were approaching the entrance I had thought Mike was making for that Helen broke the silence.

'What do you think they'll do Roger?'

'Sorry, what did you say?'

'I asked you what you thought they'd do.'

'When?'

'When they get wherever it is Mike's taking her, silly.'

'Have a bit of a walk I suppose. Mike won't be able to take his wagon to the places he could get the ranger's vehicle to, they'll probably have to walk to wherever it is he has in mind.'

'And then?'

'I imagine they'll eat, make-love, laze around a bit.'

'But aren't you curious about how they'll do it? Whether he does it to her or her to him, what position - those things.'

'Not curious, no. The thought of seeing them doing it together is vaguely arousing, I'll admit that. But how they do it, not especially.'

'Oh I think it is. I can't wait to see exactly what happens, whether it's a sudden, overwhelming passion, or a slow, sexy build-up. I think it's exciting just trying to guess. I wonder how close we'll be able to get without being seen?'

'That depends a bit on just where they go - but we've got the glasses, if they're as good as you said they are they'll help a lot.'

'I've only used them a few times, when Luke first bought them I had to have a look through them of course, they seemed pretty powerful to me - and Luke said they were excellent. Not that it occurred to me I'd ever be using them for this kind of thing. I've changed such a lot in the short time I've known you Roger - I can't believe I'm the same person.'

'All this was down inside you, somewhere, before you met me. Maybe you just never had the opportunity to let it out.'

'I suppose that's true. There were times, when Luke and I were first married...'

She didn't finish whatever it was that she was going to tell me because just then we both saw Mike's wagon turning off the road ahead of us, heading for the park entrance.

'O.K. - now the going gets tougher.' I said. 'There won't be any traffic around to hide us, I'll have to stay further back so we'll have to keep a sharp look-out for when he takes a side track. So whenever we pass one watch for any little clouds of dust that may still be floating in the air, that's always a sign a car has gone that way.'

At first Mike stayed on the main route through the park and I kept a good way behind him - but after about ten minutes I spotted his wagon turning off and slowed my car a little, making allowance for the fact that he would have to drive more slowly on the unsealed track and found, just as I had mentioned to Helen, that even though we then couldn't see it, the trail of settling dust his wagon left behind made tracking them easier than I had hoped it would be. Every now and then the ground became rockier and of course that meant there was nothing for us to follow but neither were there any side tracks, so I drove on, cautiously confident.

Helen spotted both the second turn-off and the tell-tale cloud that showed something had gone that way and, as we had seen no other cars around I assumed it had to be them and took it. The track was much narrower, the sides more overgrown and the much rougher surface made me suspect that we were in fact on a fire-trail, not a scenic route, which meant it was highly unlikely anyone else would be driving this way - and so, as we needed to be even more careful in making sure Mike didn't catch sight of us - and I had no wish to wreck my car, I slowed down even more.

We had been driving for about twenty minutes, the track steadily climbing all the way and I was beginning to wonder just how far off into the scrub Mike was actually going when I saw the trees thinning ahead of us and through them, way, way ahead and approaching the top of the incline we had been driving up, a plume of dust rising from Mike's wagon. Ahead of us the ground was covered with only stunted bushes so I stopped the car within the shelter of the last of the trees.

'This is going to be harder. I'll wait until they get over the top of the hill, then drive up and stop again, we'll have to hope that from there we can see where they've gone to.'

'O.K. lover. I still think this if fun though.' she added with a broad grin. 'Don't you?'

I couldn't help chuckling at her enthusiasm. 'Yes darling, in a funny sort of way it is fun.'

'They've gone, let's go!' she said excitedly as we saw the wagon disappear over the crest of the hill. I drove as carefully as the bumpy track would allow, trying not to raise too much dust myself, stopping beside a largish group of bushes just below the crown, from where I hoped we'd be able to see the lie of the land and where Mike's vehicle had got to. Helen was out even before I was, scrambling up over the rocks, then stopping dead in her tracks and when I caught up with her I saw why.

Apart from anything else, what lay below us was simply beautiful! The scrubby covering continued on for a short way, covering the ground that sloped steeply towards another wooded area that spread to a series of low-lying sand dunes beside the ocean - and even from where we stood we could hear the distant sound of waves breaking and smell the faint trace of salt in the air.

Mike's wagon was just disappearing into the trees, probably heading towards a beach that lay somewhere beyond them.

'It's beautiful!' Helen said quietly as her hand slipped into mine. 'Isn't it just beautiful, what a lovely spot.'

'It certainly is.' I answered, giving her hand a squeeze. Even if nothing else happens, it's a great place to spend the day. But we don't have time to admire the view right now - back to the car darling.'

I felt sure that Mike would be too busy negotiating the track through the trees to have a chance to see my car so drove down the hill as quickly as the rough track would allow, stopping when we reached the edge of the wooded area, turning off the engine and poking my head out of the window to listen. Hearing the sound of his wagon I started forward again along the track, going as fast as I could while keeping the engine noise to a minimum, stopping and listening again from time to time, getting deeper and deeper into the trees.

I guessed we had covered more than half the distance to the sand dunes before I found I could no longer hear the sound of Mike's wagon. 'This is as far as we can go without risking them hearing us.' I said as I quietly drove off the track and on to a level area beside it. 'We'll follow on foot and come back for the car later. O.K.'

'O.K. lover. But don't forget the binoculars.'

At first we walked hand in hand down the middle of the track but after about fifteen minutes I felt sure we must be close to where they had stopped so we took more care, checking the way ahead at each bend, keeping a sharp eye out for any signs of them. In fact I needn't have worried, we were still well inside the shelter of the wooded area when we caught sight of the car, parked beside the track on a strip of grass that separated the trees from the sand dunes.

Barbara and Mike were beside the car, kissing. But as we watched they broke apart and having grabbed a couple of towels, ran off together down the slope and through the dunes, obviously they were going for a swim.

'While they're gone I'll go back and bring the car closer. Would you have a look around and see if you can find a spot for me to park it please Helen, somewhere where it won't be noticed but from where we can keep an eye on things.'

'Sure, don't be long though.'

I jogged back to where I'd left it and then drove quickly back, finding Helen standing in the middle of the track pointing to a natural gap between the bushes, where I was able to conceal the car just a short way off the track. She opened the door and pulled me out, almost dragging me after her as she scrambled up a steep stretch of rocky ground.

'There's a perfect place for us, just up here. Come on, hurry up lover.'

When we reached the top I saw the reason for her excitement, as she'd said, it was perfect. In the shade of some tall trees were a group of large boulders, within them an area of rough grass and from between them we could see straight down to Mike's wagon just below us.

'Isn't it perfect!' she said breathlessly, giving my hand a hard squeeze.

'Yes darling - perfect. Now let's bring our things up from the car, then go and see what's happening on the beach.'

Having unpacked our things we followed the curving line of the ridge and although there was no actual path, the growth at the edge of the wooded area was sufficiently sparse for us to be able to make our way quite easily and after a few minutes walk we found ourselves on a small headland overlooking the dunes and the beach beyond them and there, on the edge of the breaking surf, we could see Barbara and Mike. Making sure we remained hidden within the bushes I took the binoculars from their case and focussed them - they were as good as Helen had said, making the two naked figures appear to be no more than an arm's length away from me.

'Let me look please lover.' Helen said excitedly - and when she did she gasped with surprise. 'Oh! I feel as though I could reach out and touch them!' And I couldn't help smiling when she then added. 'Look, Mike's got an erection.'

'That's not really surprising, I'd have one too if I was where he is.'

From the way their bodies glistened it was obvious that they had already been in the surf, they were standing side by side in the shallows, one arm around each other's waist - but Barbara was half turned towards Mike, talking to him and though my eyes had immediately been drawn to the curving swell of her magnificent breasts I hadn't missed the fact that at the same time, she was using her other hand to caress his cock and balls.

'I wish we could hear what they were saying lover.'

'At a guess I'd say Barbara was suggesting they try doing it in the sea.' I answered as I saw them head back into the water and we then took turns with the binoculars, chuckling as we watched them trying to do exactly that but, because of the size of the waves, without very much luck and really only managing to half-drown Barbara in the attempt.

However, they more than made up for that after they ran spluttering from the water, their efforts had kept Mike's erection at full stretch and when they reached the spot where they had dropped their towels, as Barbara bent down to pick one up Mike grabbed her from behind, his cock slipping between her legs. Barbara was never one to let an opportunity like that go past her and holding it there with one hand, she sank to her knees, pulling Mike down with her.

We watched as he enthusiastically fucked her, passing the glasses back and forth, Helen's frequent, breathless exclamations indicating her own rising excitement. She also made her disappointment quite clear when, all too quickly for her liking, we saw that Mike had obviously climaxed and the pair of them returned to the surf for a brief, refreshing dip.

'Oh that was too soon, much too quick!'

'Don't worry darling, I'm sure he'll soon be up to giving you another show. He's a young man - and apart from what she was doing to him before they went in for a swim I bet Barbara's been giving him a fair amount of teasing and stimulation on the way here, so he was probably close to boiling point.'

'I guess you're right. Did you start to get excited watching them?' she asked. Then, looking down at my crotch and reaching for the bulge that she saw there, added. 'Ah, yes I see you did!'

Her fingers closed around the stiffening length, giving it a couple of affectionate little squeezes. 'That's something for me to look forward to.' she said, grinning up at me. 'But we'd better make a move back to our hide-away, they might spot us up here.'

I felt sure they would be far too engrossed with each other to see us but, having taken a last look down at Barbara and Mike drying themselves, I turned and followed Helen as she made her way back the way we had come.

While we waited for them to return we took the opportunity to have a drink and something to eat, as Helen had said. 'We'd better have some now - we might be too busy later!'

It was as though the same thought had occurred to Barbara and Mike, either that or the surf and the sex had sharpened their appetites because no sooner had they returned than they too unpacked the food Barbara had put together and settled down to eat, while from almost immediately above them we peered down through the gap in the rocks. Neither of them had put their clothes back on, simply wrapping their towels around their waists and while Helen could only imagine what lay beneath Mike's, I had the pleasure of being able to watch Barbara's breasts gently swaying from side to side each time she moved. A sight that almost immediately stimulated memories of when I had climaxed so fantastically between them, a memory which ensured a steady surge of blood up into my already partially aroused cock.

Maybe the sight of them had the same effect on Mike because as soon as they had both finished eating he shifted himself closer to her and, pulling her to him with one hand, cupped one of the luscious globes with the other, then bent and slipped his mouth over the its dark red tip. Barbara, who had been sitting cross-legged, leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms, making his access to her that much easier and although his head blocked our view a little we could see her body's reaction to his caresses and I noticed how quickly her other nipple also stiffened.

I felt Helen's hand grip my thigh and heard her breathing become more pronounced as we watched what was starting beneath us. A few minutes later, when we could tell by Barbara's even stronger reactions that Mike had fully aroused her, we watched his hand slip down across the curve of her stomach to fumble with the knot that held the towel in place - I felt Helen's grip of me suddenly tighten and when I glanced sideways I saw that her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed with her own excitement.

Forgoing the view of what I guessed was to happen next I rolled over, lay on my back and whispered up at Helen. 'Take your panties off and then kneel over me darling. Let me lick you while you watch Mike doing that to Barbara.'

She didn't argue with me and in seconds, having hitched the hem of her skirt into the waist-band, I was looking up at her pussy, noticing that it was already moist and puffy and as she lowered herself towards my waiting mouth found that my nostrils were filled with the powerful scent of her arousal. Taking her arse-cheeks in both hands I guided her down and held her steady above me as I began to lightly lick the accumulated drops of moisture from the outer lips of her pussy, feeling her body tense and hearing a soft sigh of pleasure escape from her throat as she responded to those first gentle touches.

Having teased her for a while I relaxed my hold a little and let her sink lower, so my tongue could probe up between the warm, inviting folds and as I did that I heard her immediate, stronger response and felt her body quivering at the sensations I was creating for her. 

In that position I couldn't get my tongue as deep inside her as I knew she liked but could tell that the short, stabbing movements I was able to make up between the thickening lips were steadily increasing her excitement. Added to which was of course was the stimulation she was getting from the view down between the rocks, of Mike, who's head was, I felt sure, by that time buried high up between Barbara's wide-spread thighs - and, if her moaning sounds I could hear rising up to us were anything to go by, succeeding in taking her very close to a spectacular orgasm.




Those Days of...Ch. 26-30



So when I finally turned my attention to Helen's clit I found it was already a stiffly swollen ridge and when I slowly wiped my tongue up over it I could tell that the sensations I triggered for her were simply electric. As I felt her responding I gripped her bottom even tighter, spreading the cheeks, opening her so that I could lick and suck her even more strongly and felt her arch herself, offering up her pussy to my all devouring mouth.

She had been maintaining her balance by reaching behind herself and holding on to my legs but as she felt my supporting grip tighten she used one hand to feel around for my cock. By that stage it was as fully erect as the limited space inside my shorts would allow and even as my tongue was taking her closer to her climax her fingers scrabbled at the zip and buckle that kept her from it.

Then, as my mouth filled with the rapidly increasing volume of fluid flowing from her I heard Helen's stifled groans of almost unbearable pleasure mingling with the much louder, cries of delight from Barbara. And then, as though their bodies' reactions were somehow synchronised, Helen forced herself hard down against my head as, with a series of rippling contractions her climax rolled through her - and I heard Barbara's high-pitched wail of ecstasy, as she too obviously went high over the top.

Even while her body was still spasming Helen slid herself backwards out of my grasp and looking up at her I saw that her face and neck were flushed a deep crimson, her eyes filled with a feverish light as she struggled to free what she so clearly needed. She was in such a hurry that she didn't bother to get my shorts completely off, just tugging them down far enough to allow her to get at my cock and balls, grinning down at me as my erection sprang up and then glancing through the rocks at what was happening below us.

'Mike's just getting his cock into her.' she whispered, confirming the cause of Barbara's satisfied whimperings that floated up to us, as she slid herself forward again and then, using one hand to hold my cock steady while she lowered herself down on to it, sighing happily as she felt it filling her while she continued staring down at what Mike was doing to Barbara.

At first it was marvellous for me too, feeling her juicy pussy gripping my cock as she rose and fell - but as she returned to her previous state of extreme excitement and began to thrust more forcefully, I found I was being pressed hard against the sharp edge of a rock that I hadn't noticed protruding through the grass when I had first lain down. Even through the blanket I had spread on the rough grass the sharp pain I experienced each time she drove herself down on to me made me flinch and I automatically arched my hips to reduce it, in turn jabbing my cock higher and obviously increasing Helen's pleasure. But although I maintained a powerful erection, I found that the nagging worry about each stab of pain meant my level of sexual anticipation was reducing, my anticipated and much needed climax, receding.

The combination of her already high level of arousal, the sight of Mike and Barbara fucking below us and my even sharper than usual upthrusts seemed to put Helen into some kind of sexual frenzy that was so potent that it obliterated all thoughts of me from her mind. It was obvious from both the contorted expression on her face and from the way her body heaved up and down my shaft that right then her own satisfaction was all that mattered.

Then, after a few minutes of almost violent bucking I heard her gasping panting become more staccato and saw her augment what my cock was doing for her by using one hand to stimulate the bright red ridge that poked out from amongst her matted pubic hair - and a few seconds later I watched as her body responded to what must have been one of the most powerful orgasms I had seen her experience. If it hadn't been for the noise Barbara and Mike were themselves making there's no way they could have missed the loud cries of almost excruciating ecstasy that Helen made as she stared down at what was happening below us, at the same time as she rode the climactic waves that seemed to roll almost endlessly through her.

Eventually of course the force of them waned and with a smile of complete and utter satisfaction she looked down at me, then fell forward and locked her sweaty lips to mine. As she relaxed in my arms I was finally able to get myself off the rock by rolling us over on to our sides but in doing that, although my cock was still virtually fully erect it slipped from her sopping cunt with a loud squelching sound.

It was still a few minutes before she realised that I hadn't come. Perhaps it was the fact that she felt the hard length of it continuing to press against her, rather than what she was used to after we had finished, the increasing softness of my slowly wilting cock. Opening her eyes she peered across at me, one hand slipping between us and finding the cause of the unusual sensations.

'You're still hard!' she paused and I saw a slight frown furrow her brow. 'Didn't you climax too?'

'Not quite - but it doesn't matter. There was a rock sticking in me, it distracted me, stopped me from getting there.'

'Oh, you poor thing! Let me take care of it for you. You know I love doing that!'

It wasn't that I had any plan in mind but for some reason, although having her suck me off was one of my all time favourite experiences, I just didn't want that right then - and managed, with some difficulty to dissuade her, suggesting there would be all the more power next time if she left me temporarily unfulfilled.

'O.K., not that I've never noticed you being short of power. But if that's what you want lover, don't blame me if it gets too painful.' she added with a chuckle.

I hugged her hard and assured her I wouldn't do that. Then asked what had happened down below us.

'Oh it was incredible!' She whispered. 'Mike's so strong, so forceful - and having you inside me while I was watching him doing it to Barbara - it was almost as though I could feel him doing it to me too. If you understand what I mean.' she added, almost guiltily.

'Of course I do, there's no need to feel guilty about getting excited by watching him. He's a good-looking and very fit young man, it's only natural you should be turned on by seeing him in action - especially since you have shared so many other experiences with Barbara these last few days.'

Lifting myself I peered down through the gap in the rocks. 'What's happening?' Helen whispered.

'It looks as though they're going to have a bit of a snooze.'

'That's not such a bad idea, I could do with forty winks myself.'

So, having quietly re-packed the remains of our meal and pulled a second blanket over us we settled down side by side and after a few sweet but non-demanding kisses within a few minutes I could tell from the change in Helen's breathing that she had fallen asleep. But I was far from sleepy, apart from anything else there was an unresolved, still nagging ache between my legs and for a while I cursed myself for having stopped Helen from taking care of it for me.

As sleep refused to come to me and it was obvious that Helen was slipping deeper and deeper into hers I eased myself away from her and got up - when Helen and I had walked out along the headland I had noticed a small track leading down to the beach and a swim seemed a far more attractive proposition than just lying there staring up at the trees.

Chapter 29

Temptation

The surf had become less rough than it had been earlier and I smiled to myself as I thought of Mike and Barbara's attempts to have sex, thinking that the flattened waves I was enjoying would have made things much easier for them, then trying to imagine what sex in the sea would actually be like. That thought of course then triggered others and a little later, after I had dried myself and sat watching and listening to the sound of the waves rolling relentlessly onto the shore, I recalled the sight of Helen, climaxing so powerfully as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her body.

Although the swim had both shrunk my cock and cooled off the ache in my groin, the pictures that slipped into my mind as my naked body soaked up the warmth of the sun - of Helen's contorted face as she reacted to the force of it - and of what she was seeing below us, Mike's powerful body vigorously fucking Barbara - re-aroused my unsatisfied need and I soon became aware of the fact that my cock was slowly thickening and lengthening again.

For a while I was tempted to relieve the growing pressure by masturbating but whatever it was that had earlier made me stop Helen from doing that for me held me back also and instead I forced myself to think of other things - the beautiful surroundings, work, the meeting I must soon have with julia, anything, anything but sex. But as more and more visual memories from the last few days continued to crowd into my mind and nothing I did seemed to clear them I decided another quick swim was a more practical solution to my still growing problem.

Then, as I stood up I heard a familiar voice and without even thinking, turned. It was Barbara, coming down the beach towards me, as she was carrying a towel I guessed that she too was heading for a swim - and like me, she was naked.

As always, my gaze immediately dropped to her breasts, swaying from side to side as she walked towards me, a light sheen of perspiration covered their incredible curves and running down between them, where I had climaxed so powerfully that one time, a thin rivulet of moisture.

Dragging my eyes up as she came closer I found that hers were smiling at me, then saw them drop, to stare wide-eyed at my crotch.

'Well, well - that's the best way I can think of for a guy to say 'hello'!'

I looked down at myself, the erection I had been planning on reducing with a swim had, in that short space of time suddenly got even bigger - and was, even as we both looked down at it, jerking itself still higher.

'But apart from getting yourself wound-up about something, what on earth are you doing here Roger?'

'We followed you down here, it was a sort of game your mother fancied, we're in the rocks just above where you've parked. She's asleep at the moment.'

'You sly old things, we never noticed you. Have you been here long?' and then added in a much quieter tone of voice as she stopped in front of me. 'And just what did bring that on?'

'We got there just before you and Mike went off to have a swim.'

'You saw us on the beach, in the water?'

I nodded.

'And later, after we'd eaten?'

I nodded again.

She grinned. 'I bet Mum liked what she saw. And my friend there, it looks as though he liked the show too?' she said, looking down again.

'I didn't actually get to see anything, I was otherwise engaged at the time.'

She looked puzzled for a moment, then must have realised what I meant and smiled again. 'Lucky Mum! So, as I said, what brought our friend to life then?'

'Thoughts Barbara, just thoughts. I was actually going down for another swim, to cool it off.'

'That seems a bit of a waste don't you think?' she said in a low, intimate tone, at the same time reaching out with one hand and brushing her finger-tips ever so lightly over the swollen head. 'I can think of much more enjoyable ways of easing the pressure.'

As her fingers continued to send tingling shock-waves of pleasure through me, so could I! But for the third time I denied myself, saying weakly. 'I don't think that would be very fair to either Helen or Mike, do you?'

She giggled. 'All's fair in love and war you know. But I suppose you're right - when we're all together that's one thing, having them thinking we've sneaked off, that could cause problems, couldn't it.'

'I think so Barbara - unfortunately.'

'Still, it's nice to paid such a rousing complement.' she said, smiling as she gave my upwardly straining cock a final stroke, before taking my hand and tugging me towards the surf. 'Come on, race you!'

The sudden chill as my body hit the surf immediately reduced the heat that my arousal had produced and after a few minutes, most of the stiff length too - though the feel of the cool water flowing between my legs and around my cock and balls was very sensual and I guessed it would actually take very little to re-arouse it.

We swam, horsed around in the shallows and then ran back to where we had left our towels, dried ourselves off and sat side by side, watching and listening to the sound of the never-ending breakers.

'Do we let on?' she suddenly asked.

My mind had been a virtual blank and I had to ask her to repeat what she had said.

'I asked if we should let on - I mean me letting Mike know you are here and you telling Helen I know you are. What do you think?'

I thought for a while. Was there any point in not telling them? Would Helen be disappointed that her scheme had come undone. Would she wonder what Barbara and I had got up to together while she slept? Would Mike? Did it matter what they thought? I decided that it did, at least as far as Helen and I were concerned.

'Let's not, I'm sure we won't be able to avoid being spotted some time, let Mike be the one to do it, after all he's the Ranger. But if we do that, no going back on it - one or other, if not both of them would be bound to think we had something to hide.'

'Well if they're going to be jealous, why not give them something to be jealous about?' she said, her breasts swinging invitingly, temptingly as she leaned towards me.

'Telling your mother a little white lie is one thing Barbara, denying I'd made love with you would be a completely different matter - and as I don't know how she'd react to that at the moment, tempting though the thought is, let's play fair.'

'Spoil-sport!' she said, pulling a face at me - then grinned as she added. 'I was only teasing Roger, you know that.'

I didn't, everything about her gave me the distinct impression that I'd only have to lift one finger, touch either of her rose tipped breasts and in a matter of seconds we'd be at each other as though there was no tomorrow. Instead I took her hand, pulled her to her feet and with a quick, chaste peck on her cheek sent her on her way back up the beach. After a final, lingering look at her swinging hips I turned, wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back the way I had come.

When I got back to our little hide-away I was relieved to see that Helen was still asleep and before I woke her I glanced down through the rocks and saw that Barbara had got back quicker than I - and that she was already in the process of waking Mike, by waking-up his cock, obviously she was determined to get from him what I had refused her. As he came fully awake and rolled her over on to her back I saw her eyes flick up to where we were, as though searching for a sign of us, then as he pressed down into her, they closed, she sighed and smiled contentedly.

I woke Helen with a kiss, keeping my lips pressed against hers until I saw that she was fully aware of where we were then lifted my head a little and whispered. 'They're at it again, if you're interested.'

She pulled my face back down again and, lifting her body up towards me, gave me a long, strong kiss, her tongue slipping between my teeth, finding mine and then twisting around inside my mouth, stirring the unreleased need that had been bottling-up inside me and sending blood once again surging into my cock. When she finally let go she grinned up at me wickedly.

'If I'm interested! Of course I'm interested - that's why we're here isn't it?'

She rolled out from under me and, staying down on her hands and knees, peered down through the rocks to see what was happening below. I didn't know whether she had simply forgotten or whether she had done it on purpose but, as she hadn't bothered to re-adjust her skirt after we had finished making love it was still tucked up into the waist-band and as she watched Mike and Barbara I was presented with a glorious view of the twin curves of her naked arse. A view that was more than enough to cause my already re-inflating cock to twitch and, as I thought of the previous delights I had experienced when fucking her from that angle, to quickly rise up to another full, throbbing erection.

I risked a look down over her shoulders but needn't haven't worried that Mike would spot me, he was far too engrossed in fucking Barbara. From where we were, other than his arse rising and falling we really couldn't see very much but I guess Helen got more out of the sight of his muscular back and tightly flexing buttocks than I did because when I knelt behind her and slipped my hand up between her thighs I found her pussy was already more than ready, it was almost dripping wet.

Lifting her slightly I guided my inflamed cock-head up where my hand had been and with no more than a slight shove found myself slipping deep inside her. Then, as she reacted to the feel of the length of me filling her and gave a low moan of pleasure as she arched herself, my cock slid even deeper and I found myself buried right up to the hilt, my aching balls pressed hard up against the backs of her soft thighs.

From that angle I could just see Mike's back and began to time my thrusts in and out of Helen's receptive cunt to the long, slow strokes he was using to fuck Barbara - thinking that by doing that Helen would be better able to connect with whatever fantasy might be going on in her head - and in turn increase the thrilling sensations the clinging lining of her cunt was giving me.

To enable me to get as deep as possible into her I was holding her so that her arse cheeks were spread wide apart and as Mike's and my responding pace quickened I noticed that the tightly wrinkled hole between them was pulsing. By then I knew just how much she loved having me fuck her arse but though that thought was tempting, I was already getting so much excitement from what her actively responding cunt was doing for me that I simply couldn't imagine anything else being better. But I realised that, just as Barbara had for me early that morning, I could still increase Helen's own pleasure that much more - by using a finger in that hole, while keeping my cock in the other.

So, slipping one hand down beneath her I fingered her pussy, feeling her immediately react to that additional stimulation and sending additional thrills through myself too as my fingers slid over the hot hardness of my pistoning shaft. Once liberally coated with her juices I transferred my attention to her arse-hole, easily gaining partial entrance for my slicked middle finger then probing a little deeper with it each time I thrust my cock into her cunt.

Her groans of pleasure and the way she shoved herself even harder back at me told me just how much additional excitement that twin onslaught was giving her and as I saw Mike's body pounding faster and faster, obviously only moments away from his climax, I did my best to keep pace.

Then, as I felt both passage-ways tightening around my cock and finger, suddenly the entire area was filled with sound, Barbara's high pitched shrieks, almost immediately followed by Mike's deeper, more guttural grunts and then, just a few seconds later, Helen's quieter but equally expressive groans of ecstatic release. I was still at least a minute or two from mine but I wasn't prepared to deprive myself again, I'd resisted too many temptations already to do that. So although I slowed the pace of my finger's probing I maintained my cock's almost frenzied thrusting, feeling the pressure mounting higher and higher as Helen adjusted her position, bracing herself to take what was obviously just about to come.

Then it hit - the dam, that been holding back the massive volume of semen that had accumulated from secretions generated during each of my earlier, unfulfilled arousals, finally broke, releasing the hot, sticky flood. The pressure behind it was enormous and even I could tell, by being able to feel it with the finger in her adjacent tunnel, that my shaft had to dramatically expand to accommodate the size of the first load scorching up through it.