Storiesonline.net ------- Hartford #2 by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2005 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: Paul and Terry go shopping and meet Mora, a young thing from Ireland. They set out to teach her a thing or two about American get togethers, and wind up learning a few things from her. Codes: MF FF ------- ------- Copyright© 2005 ------- Chapter 1: The Irish Colleen The following day Terry and Paul went to their local mall to do some shopping. Paul was brooding about their encounter with the Brattelby's, specifically the husband, Evan. But Terry, although still sore, seemed to have forgotten the way in which he had treated her, especially anally, whereas Paul was still enraged over the matter. "I'll ask Trevor not to invite them again," he told Terry as she held a rather sheer nightie up to her chest and examined herself in the mirror, frowning and chewing her lower lip. "At least not to the same party we're at." "No, don't," she said returning the garment to its place on the counter. "He's an animal. To let him..." he paused searching for the right choice of words. "Who knows what he'll try the next time. That's why I don't want a next time with him." "You seemed to like Ronnie," his attractive wife offered. "She's fine," he admitted. "How many times did you do her?" "I... I really don't recall. But it was several." "Anal?" "Yes." "Orally?" "Um, yeah." "And of course, you screwed a couple of times." "So... Was I counting how many times you went around with Trevor? Or even that bastard, Evan. You had him in every orifice..." He stopped abruptly, having just noticed the saleslady standing there. Her face had gone crimson with embarrassment. "Sorry," he mumbled, and turned to put some distance between the women and himself. He knew from experience that Terry would stay and either complete the purchase, or not. But she would take her time about it. It was her way of arguing her case without actually saying anything. He shrugged and sauntered along the aisle until it turned into a menswear department, unable to out walk his frustration. He kept taking furtive peeks at his wife and the saleslady as they engaged in a rather animated conversation that ended with the woman laughing and clapping a hand on Terry's shoulder, as if Terry had told her a great joke. When she finally bought an item, he thought it lingerie; she turned toward him with a broad smile on her face and quickly joined him. "What was that all about?" He asked. He hated himself, but he had to ask. "What was what about?" She asked innocently. "You damn well know," he said, his irritation at her exposed. She chose to ignore it, saying, "Oh, you mean Ellen." "You're on a first name basis with... with the salesperson?" "She's a human being, Paul, and if you took a moment to consider it you wouldn't have run off with your tail between your legs." "My tail is always between my legs," he barked at her. Terry laughed in his face. "Well it's certainly not between your legs when it's sticking me in my pussy... or elsewhere," she added flippantly. "All right," he said, "I'm sorry. I acted like an ass and I humbly apologize." "Don't apologize to me, apologize to Ellen." "Terry..." he began, already exasperated with her. "I... what's wrong with us today?" "You seem to have some form of guilt complex over what happened last night." "No I don't," he replied snappishly. "There you go again." "What do you mean?" He asked as they approached the café just outside the mall. "Um, let's get a drink or something and discuss this. I'm becoming confused." "Confused, eh? Well I'm glad to hear you admit it. I'll have a Tom Collins." A pert waitress of about eighteen appeared, took their order and gave a salacious wiggle as she walked away. Terry chided him for staring at her. "Didn't get enough last night?" "That was last night," he said, leering at her. "Cut it out, I'm still sore. Really sore after all that..." "Fucking?" "Yes, fucking." There was a small vase on their table holding a single red rose. 'This should be a romantic moment, ' he thought, 'instead we're arguing like cats and dogs.' "Paul?" "Yes dear?" "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" "Yes, I've been tormenting you all afternoon. Taking my frustrations out on you. It's a matter of jealousy and possessiveness on my part. I'm basically insecure. Do you realize that I kept score of who did what and with whom last evening?" "You did?" "I did. And I despise myself for it. I was as willing as you to go there and... and fuck whoever..." "It was a joint decision," he said, wanting to be supportive to her. "Yes... it was, but... " "Think back to how the evening ended, baby." She closed her eyes and smiled, recalling his words following their last sexual adventure. "Terry, that was so beautiful," he had said with tears in his eyes. "You are so perfect. I love you, I love you!" She licked her lower lip and found it sore from gnawing on it earlier. "You know, we did sort of stay together for a good part of the evening," she said, sounding little girlish. "Those were the best parts of the evening," he said smiling at her. "I do love you, you big lug!" A second later they were kissing. As they parted, the waitress placed their drinks in front of them. "I get the best customers," she said brightly in an Irish brogue; then seemed to skip away from them to take another order. "So, shall we quit joining Barbara and Trevor?" he asked seriously. "Oh, no, it's just too much fun, isn't it?" "I like it well enough," he admitted. "I just have to... " "Adapt?" He offered. She laughed. "No, not quite, I have to accept things." "Baby, you have been accepting things." "She thought he was teasing her and replied, "Oh, yeah, things like Trevor's huge cock and Barbara's pussy. And... and that strap-on thingamajig." "Not to mention Evan's dick and Ronnie's tits," he threw in, only to realize their waitress was standing there next to him. "Terry burst out laughing. The waitress flushed, not knowing exactly what to do. "That's two strikes," Terry said, howling with laughter. Not knowing what to do, the waitress joined her. When she calmed down, Terry took the waitress's wrist and then her hand as she filled her in. "We were at an orgy last night." To Paul's surprise, the waitress was all ears. "No!" "Yes! And it was really, really wild!" The young girl seemed transfixed, and Terry, realizing it, caressed her arm as she spoke. "Three couples. We did everything you could imagine and then some," Terry said, before stopping to take another breath. "I can't believe you got all that out in one breath," Paul said. "Sorry, sorry, go on, you were telling..." "Please forgive us? What's your name?" Terry asked, of the waitress. "Mora, my name is Mora Reilly," Her brogue even more pronounced. "Irish, eh?" Terry asked. "Yes, born in Dublin." You can't be a day over seventeen," Terry said and for the first time in the conversation Paul realized his wife was out to seduce the young girl. He studied the girl. She was small. The top of her head came to the middle of his chest. Her curly brown hair was short, but not mannishly cut, a chestnut brown that smelled of oranges. Her short linen skirt showed off her slender calves, and she wore a small gold good luck charm - on a gold chain around her throat. No earrings, he noted, as he casually glanced at his wife and caught her licking her lips excitedly. Mora had a deep tan; he suspected she was spending a lot of tip money at a tanning bed to keep up with her peers, who not slaving at a job were spending a lot of time at the beach. "I'm eighteen years and four months," Mora answered belatedly, after realizing how pleasurable the woman's hand felt running along her arm and wrist. "I'm Terry, and this handsome specimen is Paul, my loving husband. He loves to make love, if you know what I mean." The mischievous look in her eyes was evident to both Paul and Mora. "You really went to an orgy?" Mora said, incredulous that she herself had asked the question. "We'll be going to another next week. Would you care to join us? Paul here is hung like a horse." Terry smirked. "I..." "Don't worry, we won't bite you... at least not so it hurts," Terry added. Mora smiled weakly, as if unsure where this was leading. But in truth knew exactly where it was leading. She shuddered on feeling Paul's hand on her calf. For his part, Paul leaned in closer to Terry, their lips scant millimeters apart. "Are you going to kiss me?" She asked. "Only if Mora wants me to," he said, and Terry giggled. "Mora?" Terry said, after she stopped giggling, "Should we?" Paul's hand moved higher, roving around her lower thigh in a languid fashion as Mora went rigid. "Um, what, mum?" "Kiss, would you like to see us kiss?" "Um, yes, mum, I would." They kissed, with Terry making a show of sending her tongue into his mouth and moaning softly for Mora's benefit. All the while, Paul's hand kept caressing her lower thigh, moving incrementally higher every minute, while Mora fidgeted in her short skirt like a nervous schoolgirl. The kiss ended, Terry sighed, then inquired of the young girl if she thought her husband was a good kisser. "From what I've seen mum, he certainly is." Mora glanced nervously about and noted no one was in need of service at the moment. She was aware the manager was outside having a smoke and so, she remained at their table fixed on the coupe before her. "Would you like to kiss him?" "Mum... I..." It was obvious Mora was shaken by the request. She spun away from Paul's hand and almost ran back to her station. "Well you scared the shit out of her with that line," he said. "But actually, it wasn't that bad." Terry grinned at him. They were silent for a minute, then Terry whispered, "Don't look up, she's coming back with two more drinks." "We didn't order..." "Shut up, let me talk." "Don't I always..." he said with a smirk, as Mora arrived at their table. "My treat," the young Irish girl said, putting the drinks in front of the couple. Paul noted two buttons undone on her blouse and would have sworn they were closed a minute before. Mora couldn't bring herself to meet Terry's eyes, but made no move when Paul's hand returned to her thigh; the upper thigh this time. Terry glanced at him and saw that his hand had gone up Mora's skirt. "Thank you, Mora." "Oh yer welcome, that's for sure. You're being the most interesting customers I've ever had. Paul's fingers crept upward until he had them exactly at the juncture of Mora's crotch. "OH!" She husked, and shuddered. "Nice isn't it?" Terry asked softly. "Yes mum, it 'tis." "What time do you get off work?" "To... today, early. Umm, er, maybe four." "Do you have a car?" Paul's middle finger lightly made its way along her very thick bush, searching for her slit. Her panties were wet. He located the vaginal opening, but did not force his finger into her; merely satisfied himself with tracing the outline of her slit before withdrawing the finger and inserting his hand between her thighs as if tendering his hand in greeting. He moved it in a saw-like movement, back and forth over her flesh, making light contact with the hairy bottom of her pussy and the soft tissue between pussy and ass. "Nuh... No. Nuh, not yet. Saving..." "I understand," Terry said kindly, and took hold of her hand again, rubbing her thumb over the girl's sweaty palm. "Feeling horny?" ""Um, yes, I..." "We can wait until four, take you home with us. How does that sound?" Mora's knees were trembling, and Paul wanted to tell Terry how wet the girl had become, but not wanting to spoil the mood, he said nothing. He did, however, keep his fingers sawing back and forth. "I... I'd... like that. Yes, umm, I'd like that... very much, mum." "Mora, please call me Terry, not mum, all right?" "Yes, mum, I mean, Terry!" Paul gently removed his hand and brought it to Terry lips. She stuck out her tongue and slowly, lasciviously, licked his fingers. Mora's knees caved and she was lucky enough to catch herself on the table. Paul's hand was on her ass immediately, helping the poor girl to right herself. His finger moved up through the cleft in her rear, giving a little push to her puckered asshole before moving up and away from her body. He inquired gently, "Mora, are you all right?" "Oh, yes, sir. I'm clumsy, that's me..." she laughed nervously. "Just clumsy Mora from Dublintown." "It will be the both of us, Mora. Do you understand?" "I do, I do, yes, the... both of ye, yes," she replied, breathing so heavily that her chest was noticeable in its movement. "Good." Terry said. "See you at four, then," Paul added. Mora nodded nervously and backed away from their table. A minute later, Paul paid their bill and left her a twenty-dollar tip. ------- They returned to the mall, and Terry resumed her shopping since they had almost two hours to kill before Mora got off from work. As Terry shopped, she found herself frowning at the more conservative choices, tossing them aside and selecting more provocative items. She also spent an inordinate amount of time in the lingerie and swimsuit departments. They were sitting in their car outside the restaurant when Mora came out. She was wearing the same outfit she'd worn at work, and shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight with her hand, looked around for them, but didn't see them in the car. Paul honked the horn, and Mora ran lithely over to join them. "Hi!" she said with a bright smile, "Oh, and thank you for the generous tip." "Hello Mora," Terry smiled back at her. "You're more than welcome. You gave us great service." "Hey, Goodlookin'" Paul threw in and made the colleen blush. "Gee," he added, "headed for her first orgy and she's blushin'. We're off to a great start." Mora scampered into the back seat and smacked Paul lightly on the top of his head. "Nothin' but a wise guy!" she said, laughing happily. They joked and talked about nothing in particular until reaching the Hartman's condo. "This is it!' Terry grinned, getting out and holding the door for Mora. "Wow!" Mora said, appreciatively, "Some place you've got here. Does it have a pool?" "Yes it does. We can go for a swim if you'd like." "Didn't bring a suit," Mora said sadly, then brightening, added, "Just me!" They all laughed, and Paul held the door open, and the women entered. He closed the door and headed to their bar. "What to drink, ladies?" "Green apple martini, please?" Mora said, bit a fingernail and sat down on a loveseat. "Can do," Paul called out. "And you, love?" "The same please, thank you," Terry sat next to the young waitress. "A pair of green apple martini's comin' up," he said, arranging the ingredients before him. Mora looked on approvingly as he deftly mixed the drinks and set them down on coasters next to each woman, then sat on the floor next to them. In a few short minutes all three had a slight buzz going. "Oh, will you look at that?" Terry giggled, pointing at Paul's crotch. Mora looked and saw a huge bulge. She covered her eyes with her hands. "What's this?" Terry laughed, "Can't give my man's dick a good gander?" Mora shook her head, indicating no, but laughing all the same. "I told you he's hung like a horse, did I not?" "Um, yes, mum." "Terry. Call me Terry." "Um, yes, Terry." "Want to see it?" "Um, all right... Terry." "Take it out and show her, baby." "Oh, my!" Mora gulped in giddy anticipation. Paul drew the zipper down, reached in and slowly produced his member for Mora's eyes. He was only eight inches, but to Mora, who had only seen two others - each approximately five or six inches in length - it appeared huge. As far as Mora was concerned, it might have been a horse's cock. Mora was flushed and sweating, and when Terry got up to allow her husband to sit down next to her and then hopped upon his lap and kissed him. Mora felt an ache in her pussy. The married couple continued the kiss, with Terry grabbing Paul's erection and jerking it back and forth. Mora's nipples grew hard, and stuck out. She flushed with embarrassment, but to her surprise, they didn't look at her. They were carried away with one another. Mora squawked excitedly as Paul's hand delved into Terry's half-open blouse and watched his fingers curl into her breast through the lacy bra she wore. Terry giggled at Paul's groping, moaned loudly when his mouth dropped to a nipple, and started to suck it through the lacy material of her bra. It took Terry a moment, but she managed to remember their guest, and gazed up at the flushed Mora through half-lidded eyes. "I have two of them, Mora" she said, her voice husky with lust. Mora moved zombie-like, bending to join them. Her heart beat more rapidly; her palms were moist with sweat, and the dull achy feeling in her cunt was sharper than before. Mora knew that she was as wet down there as she'd ever been. Terry's breast, freed from the cup of her bra, loomed in front of Mora. Her mouth was dry and she fixed on Terry's lovely areole as the tiny pebbles grew sizably in a short time. The craving to suck the nub at its center was overwhelming as Mora's hormones were working overtime. There was no way she was leaving this condo without having sex with the couple sitting before her. ------- Chapter 2: More Mora Slowly it dawned on Mora that all her sexual fantasies might come true, right here -- right now. Mora's lips parted and she absorbed Terry's swollen nipple into her mouth and sucked upon it. Terry moaned. It was a first for her, having both nipples suckled at the same time. The thrill shot right to her cunt and she trembled in Paul's arms. Terry released Paul's cock, leaving it to bob and jerk of its own accord. Closing her eyes, she felt compelled to touch this young girl before her, whose mouth sucked so lovingly on her teat. She opened her eyes intending to caress the lovely girls face and to her surprise found Mora clutching Paul's cock, slowly pumping his hot, rigid member in a professional manner. "You've held a cock or two haven't you, Mora?" she asked, her voice husky and dry. "Um, yes mum, two of 'em." A moment passed; then Mora inquired without pausing in her masturbatory effort. "Um, how did you know that, mum?" Terry smiled beatifically at the girl and said, "Just a lucky guess." Paul groaned and Mora felt his hips surge upward to increase the contact between them. Terry chirped, "Oh, Mora, he loves that... the way you're doing him. I love doing it to him too. Isn't he huge?" "Um, yes... he's huge." "Ever seen one that big before?" "Not like this. Not so close..." "But you have, though, and where was that?" "The first I saw was at a party in Dublin. I was fourteen." Terry was watching the girl's face as she stroked her husband's prick and stopped her by placing her hand on Mora's wrist when she didn't continue talking. "What was he doing? Tell me." "He was showing it to this other girl. Wanting her to suck it." "Did she?" "Um, no mum." "And that was all?" "No mum." "What else happened?" "Um, she left the room in a huff and he asked me to suck him." "I feel like a district attorney," Terry said, scowling momentarily, but turning it into a smile on glancing at Paul and seeing the disapproval on his face. "So then what happened?" "I did. I got down on me knees and took the bloke in me mouth." Suddenly, Mora's brogue had taken on the tone of a woman speaking perhaps a hundred years ago. Terry sensed that it was the dialect the girl had grown up listening to and reverted to it under periods of stress. "Was it good?" "No mum... Terry, I mean, sorry." "It's okay. So tell me, tell us, what happened?' "He came in me mouth and I choked on it. And the others laughed at me. I didn't like it at all." "The others?" "Oh, yeah, there wus three boys and two girls watched us do it." "Well you were only fourteen, choking on him, that's to be expected. But to have the others looking on... that must have been terribly embarrassing." "Pardon, mum?" "The choking part. You didn't know... weren't ready for him, right?" "Oh, right, I certainly wasn't ready." "And the others... ?" "Oh they wus egging us on and all..." "Did any of them do anything?" "You mean, have sex?" "Yes." "Umm, no mum, they watched and left the room laughing while I was gagging on his load." "Some friends." "Well..." Mora let it drop. They hadn't proved to be good friends in the long haul and she was not about to defend them now. "How about the second cock?" "That one was a bit different." Mora looked from Terry to the hand preventing her from jerking Paul off. Terry relented and removed her hand from Mora's wrist. Mora started pumping him immediately. "Jesus!" Paul groaned. Terry smiled mischievously. "That would have been about six months ago. It 'twas another party, you know? Well after the party actually." Her hand was a blur as it moved up and down his shaft. "Can I... ?" "Lick him?" Terry asked. "Yes, mum." "Feel free to lick it, suck it and bite it if you want too." "Don't bite it," Paul said hastily. Mora laughed. It had a lovely tinkle to it, and her head darted down to give the tip of his cock a generous lick. "He's leaking," she said, sounding surprised, and pulled her face away. "That's called precum, Mora. The man does that in order to lubricate his shaft, or cock to make entering your pussy easier," Terry's voice quivered with excitement as she realized what she was imparting to the young woman next to her. "He won't be shooting off at me then?" "No, not for a while." "How can I tell?" "You are an innocent aren't you?" "I..." Not bothering to answer the girl's question any further, Terry asked, "So how did your second cock fair?" "We left the party and went into an alley about a block away. He lifted me skirt and was diddling me pretty good. I came from it anyway. He took it out, but before I got a good look at it, it was in me. Didn't hurt though, and I'm grateful for that favor. He backed me up against the wall and fucked me for a couple minutes. My ass was raw from all the rubbin' against the bricks, but the feel of him comin' in me felt nice. I really liked it. But other than that it wasn't so good." "And was that it?" Terry asked. "Um, no, not quite. Let's see..." her brow furrowed as she tried to recall the event more vividly. "Oh, yeah, he wanted to look at my pussy, you know, like study it?" "Sounds like a winner to me," Paul offered, speaking for the first time in a while other than moaning. "Did he eat you?" Terry asked, hopefully. "Oh, no mum, sorry I mean Terry. God it's hard to keep that straight. He just looked at it; maybe he poked a finger in there. I'm not sure. Then he had me put him inside me and he gave me a pretty good fuck." "Did you come?" "No, it wasn't that good a fuck," she smiled and then laughed. She glanced down at her hand as it stroked Paul's member. "I feel so fuckin' silly doing this here with you next to me," she told Terry. "Why, you were just sucking my tit, no?" "Oh..." "Have you ever done it with a woman?" "Um, no, not really. I mean, I've fooled around a little with some of me girlfriends, mostly playing grab ass and the lot. But aside from checking each others tit's out while growing up... oh, and I forgot. We displayed our pubic growth to each other." She turned from Terry then and concentrated on jerking Paul's thickening erection. "I can feel his pulse in there," she said, as if stating a fact that might be new to Terry. "Show me your pussy, Mora." "Oh... should I stop with... ?" "Yes, for the moment." "All right mum. Ooops, there I go again." She said as she relinquished Paul's member and pulled her skirt up around her hips. She had removed her underclothing. Terry couldn't take her eyes off Mora. She stared at her pale white thighs, round belly, and most importantly, the thick, coarse black forest that covered much of her front, and tapered into a V down into the deep, dark crease of her fleshy ass. She wanted to grab the girl, to pull her close and kiss her, to feel that lovely young body grinding against hers. She wanted to suck those nipples jutting out against the fabric of her blouse, and most of all she wanted to bury her face in that fresh teen pussy, but couldn't. Not yet. "Jesus!" Paul gasped, as he leaned over to take a look. "I've been meaning to trim it some..." Mora started to say, feeling some embarrassment at their reaction to her bush. "No! No!" Terry blurted out, "You're fucking perfect!" "I am?" "Yes, yes you are!" "Best bush I've ever seen," Paul offered. For the first time since meeting them, Mora began to feel good about herself. Terry was aware of Paul next to her, stroking his cock, but didn't bother to stop him; secretly hoping that he would get himself off. That she could have Mora all to herself, at least for the first time. She began to rub her hand over Mora's belly. She could not contain her moans of pleasure. "We want to love you together, will you let us?" She inquired of Mora. "Ahhh! Oh yeah! Of course," she hissed as Paul's lips tugged at her earlobe. She didn't protest as Terry deftly removed her top and bra and placed her hand on Mora's left breast and moved it from side to side as she caressed it top and bottom. "Feel her breast, darling," Terry moaned as she toyed with the girl's hardening nipple. "I'll be damned, it's really heavy!" "What did you think, it was a balloon?" Terry laughed and then all three were laughing while they played with Mora's breasts. "Tug on her nipple, darling," his wife said, urging him on, knowing the girl was primed and ready. "Tease it with your thumb," her voice was thick and heavy with lust. Mora groaned as he touched her there. She moaned louder as Terry's tongue skidded across her belly and began to undulate from both the wet caress of her mouth and Paul's teeth as they closed down upon her right nipple. "JESUS, MARY AND JOSEPH!" Mora bawled passionately. "Suck my titties too, darling," Terry crooned at her ear on leaving her succulent teat. "Taste me, Mora, taste me!" Mora worried her lower lip with her teeth; then caved in to the feelings bombarding her body. She let her tongue slip from between her lips and licked at Terry's engorged teat. Seconds later, she was sucking voraciously upon the breast, groaning endlessly, and pushing her mouth down, trying to gather more of the older woman's tit in her mouth. Meanwhile, Paul was casually stroking both women, encouraging them on as well. "Yes Mora, that's it; suck them good! Suck them both now; suck them both good and hard, she loves that, oh, yes, she loves that!" Mora whimpered with pleasure at his vocal urgings. "Use those teeth on them. She won't mind. Bite them. Bite them hard!" Terry screamed with pleasure as the girl followed Paul's instructions. "Good! Good! Now, scrape your teeth over them..." "AHHHH!" Terry moaned. Her hand was between her legs rubbing her clit. "Yes," Paul rasped, almost overcome with desire; wanting to fuck her more than he'd ever wanted to fuck Terry, the woman he dearly loved. "Oh, my twin beauties!" He sighed, and rubbed the tip of his cock against Terry's mouth, denying her the opportunity to suck it, although she kept trying. He reached out and pinched the nipple not between Mora's teeth, bringing Terry to the brink of fainting from the delightful sensations emanating from her tormented nipples. "Please..." Terry stuttered, "please don't stop!" But after another brief minute, Paul took his mouth away and gently pried Mora's jaw from her breast as well. "Can't have too much of a good thing, now can we?" He asked genially. "You bastard, I was lovin' that!' Terry complained. "Yes, I know, darling, but we can't ignore Mora here, can we?" "No, you're right. Mora, dear, why is he always right?" "I didn't think a man could ever be always right, mum." "True. He can't. They can't. We women are usually right, isn't that so?" "Yes, mum," Mora replied dutifully, awaiting their next move, hoping they would do something nasty to her. But Paul did not do something nasty to her. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and made her even hotter. Mora began to clench and unclench her thighs. Her black, thick bush began to glisten as her fluids seeped from within to coat her inner folds. When the kiss ended, all too soon as far as Mora was concerned, Terry took his place. Her kiss was, if possible, even gentler than his. Mora wound her fingers in Terry's hair, stroking her tongue with her own, turning her dreamy eyes to Paul who began to lightly rub his fingers across her thighs. She found his touch exquisite, like velvet on ice, cool and hot at the same time. Terry sucked the very tip of Mora's tongue for what seemed an eternity to the young girl. In truth, she would find a hickey there that evening on looking into the mirror to examine the reason for the dull pain in her tongue. Paul gently pushed the young girl's thighs apart and nuzzled his face in her wiry pubes. Mora put a stop to her automatic clenching of her thighs, leaving them in an open position. Terry abandoned the girl's mouth and tongue to move to a breast and cover it with moist kisses and her hot breath. Mora was totally lost, moaning and calling out their names, begging them not to stop what they were doing; shoving her mons into Paul's face with a slight wriggle of her butt. While at a slightly higher level, Terry alternated between soft, sensual touches and licks that delighted Mora's senses. Paul pulled up from the girl's cunt, licked his lips and reached out to place his hand on Mora's where it was entangled in her hair. Mora opened her eyes and saw his erection bobbing and weaving of its own accord and wanted it inside her. Wanted it to churn its way into her and fill her with his searing, throbbing flesh. Abandoning Mora's swollen areole, Terry took her husband's place at the girl's cunt and licked softly upon her outer folds, hardly touching the girl's flesh. "Jesus, darling," Terry moaned excitedly, "she's so wet, and smells so sweet!" Then she lowered her face and lapped at Mora's cunt like a dog would water from a bowl, and experienced the Irish colleen's bitter sweet flavor for herself. Mora cried out, lost a brief struggle to retain what composure she had remaining and let loose a flow of raspy moans, then passed wind as Terry's small, stiff tongue snaked between her slippery folds. "What a wonderful taste!" Terry said, marveling at its exquisiteness. "Mmmm, doesn't it have the most succinct flavor you've ever sampled?" Paul asked, agreeing with her. "I haven't sampled that many, but yes, it's definitely the best." "Mora, you have the sweetest cunt, ever!" Terry gasped, before diving back to partake of even more of the girl's cunt. Paul moved into position between his wife's legs, parting them slightly and then tonguing her. She moaned, but failed to leave her place amidst Mora's thighs. For her part, Mora was thrashing about, driving her cunt up to meet Terry's mouth and Terry began to finger the girl as well as lick and tongue her. "So good!" Mora moaned. "It feels soooo good!" Terry put her fingers to work scooping out the abundant amount of juices flowing from the young colleen, spreading her wide and feeding the fluid into her greedy mouth. Mora whimpered, "Oh, God! Oh, merciful heaven!" To help calm her a little, Paul left off tonguing his wife to pay attention to Mora, sucking at the hollow of her throat, leaving several blood marks in his wake. He fondled her breasts in turn and Terry added a third finger and fucked her for the first time. Mora began to cry, for her need to cum was ferociously intense. What little clarity remained in her current state of mind reminded her that on touching herself, she never lasted this long before coming. 'What was wrong?' she wondered. Unconsciously, the girl spread herself wider to allow Terry's talented tongue easier access to her yearning interior. She distinctly heard the slurping of Terry's mouth upon her and felt a small rush - a precursor, perhaps to a magnificent orgasm. Paul held her head close to him, his warm skin soothing the young girl, his touch comforting her sizzling body. She looked into his eyes and saw tenderness as well as passion. He kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth, while at the same time, grinding her cunthole again and again across his wife's face. "P... please," Mora begged, "I... I... I want to cum. Oh, please... please make me cum." "You will, and soon, darling," Paul whispered to her. His words were like liquid, washing over her, filling her from the inside out. His look was benevolent and understanding. He released Mora and went to his wife. Watching her for a moment, he joined her at Mora's sex, easing his big, rough hands under the girl's ass; lifting her hips -- positioning her. Mora was trembling violently, her body reduced to one aching raw nerve and every touch of their hands and mouths took her higher. The husband and wife teamed up, plying Mora's stomach and mons with soft, vibrant kisses. Mora was now in a highly alert, yet dreamy state from which she could feel but not react. Certainly, she could no longer articulate any coherent thought. She felt his thumbs caressing her swollen labia. She felt him spread them apart. She felt the heat of his breath as he lowered his face and mouth for a taste of her. Then things began moving so swiftly that Mora felt she was caught up in a tornado and being carried away in delicious funnel like Dorothy leaving Kansas. As Paul sent his thick tongue feathering into her most erogenous zone. Terry bent and captured Mora's stiffened clitoris between her lips and began to tongue the Irish colleen over and over. Mora sucked in a large gulp of air and gripped the cushion on the loveseat with both hands -- her body tensed on the edge of ecstasy. Another exquisite lick, then another and it happened. A rush of pleasure so great, it sent the stars spinning above the girl's head. Mora went into a long spiral, spinning endlessly into an explosive orgasm that lit up every fiber of her body. "COMING!" She felt the liquid pouring from her and unable to control herself, she squirted heavily. Paul, after receiving the first of it in the eye and nose, began drinking, until shoved aside by Terry, who greedily gathered as much as she could into her mouth while being splattered by the remainder of the torrent gushing from Mora's cunt. Mora lay there, gasping for breath, contractions still clenching her as Terry and Paul gently licked away the last traces of her ejaculate. She had never felt so loved or pleasured before, "I... I never dreamed..." Terry hushed her, "We have a way to go yet, darling, Mora, did you know that?" "I can't believe it could be any better than this," she said, her voice a low whisper. Paul kissed Terry and then whispered into her ear. "Did you ever see anyone come like that?" "She really sprayed you didn't she?" "Do you do that often, Mora?" Terry asked gently as Mora shivered. "I... I don't think so." She replied uncertainly. "Surely you'd remember something like that," Paul said softly. "Yeah, you'd think so," Mora answered haltingly. "I just don't think I have. I would remember it wouldn't I?" "Most likely," Terry said and kissed her lower lip. "I wus very excited. More than ever before... you know?" "So it was a first for you?" Terry said quietly. "I guess it was... I'll tell you though, it was a strange feeling, for sure, a very strange, wonderful feeling." She turned to Paul and said hopefully, "Will you be fucking me, Paul?" "I will," he smiled and kissed her gently. "Could you kiss me a little harder?" He did. Then with mouths wide open they swapped saliva and played "suck tongue," while his fingers toyed with both her nipples. Terry inserted two fingers into Mora's cunt and went in search of her G. Mora moaned and sighed and gave herself up to both her lovers, knowing that great thrills lay ahead. ------- Chapter 3: Even More Mora "Doesn't he have a lovely cock?" Terry said to Mora. "Oh, yes... um, Terry, he surely does." "Kiss it." "Kiss it?" Terry added, "Yes, Paul loves a good blow job." Mora squeezed Paul's cock in her fist, stroked him several times, then flicked her tongue across the tip of his member. "Want to see him go off, Mora?" Terry whispered sensually. "Oh, yes, mum." "What did I tell you?" Terry said, admonishingly. "Sorry, sorry! I meant, Terry." "That's better, dear. Kiss it again, he loves that." Paul closed his eyes. His cock was nearly purple from the excited stage he'd reached, and the tight grip Mora had on him. He hoped Terry wouldn't prolong things. He wanted to fuck the girl now. He wanted to fuck her everywhere, and knew they had all night, but still, he was more than eager to get started. 'I'm liable to cum awfully quick if we keep going at this rate, ' he thought worriedly. Just then, Paul heard his wife sweet-talking the girl, realized her voice was hoarse with excitement and wondered just how she would lead the youngster on. Mora seemed ready and willing, but he knew that Terry had noticed something about Mora that caused her to move slowly, and he tried to curb his impatience. Mora's fingers were cool on his hairy sack as she caressed them -- hefting them, seeming to marvel at their size. Terry made several comments relating to their texture and size and how productive they were, as Mora toyed gently with them. Unable to resist any longer, Paul finally opened his eyes. The women were kneeling beside him, their shoulders touching, Mora's fingers were harsher now, cupping his balls, hefting them, and he spread his legs wider to give her more room. Terry saw his movement as a signal, and felt herself tremble. She knew what Paul wanted and intuitively, what Mora wanted. But she wanted the girl for herself as well. As the young colleen caressed his jewels, Paul studied her face. 'God she's beautiful, with those wide lips -- those gorgeous cock-sucking lips. Oh shit, those tits, those firm, jiggling tits. They were almost as nice as Ronnie Brattelby's, maybe even nicer.' Suddenly Paul winced, then groaned loudly with pain. "Paul! Are you okay?" Terry inquired quickly. "I'll live," he said, as the fierce flash of pain began to subside almost as quickly as it had arrived. Mora's face was grey, and her eyes were huge as they met Terry's. She had squeezed his left testicle, confusing it for a moment with his erection. The girl was clearly terrified by her action and both Paul and Terry sought to calm her for she looked ready to bolt for the door, even though she was now naked as a jaybird. "It's all right, Mora," he said through clenched teeth. "You squeezed when you should have caressed." "I didn't mean..." "I know, I know," he told her, and managed to rub his fingers over her brow and cheek, soothing her. Then Terry moved in, kissing Mora's lips and shushing her as a mother would a child. It took over a minute, but she calmed down and was soon playing with his cock once more. "It's gone down," Mora said quietly. "Did I do that?" "Yeah, but keep doing that and watch it grow back again," he grinned at her and then he too kissed her gently. "Can I kiss it?" "Sure you can, baby, go right ahead." Terry intervened. "It's important that you touch his balls again, to make sure you don't repeat the mistake, understand?" "Okay." A concerned Terry looked on as Mora curled her fingers around Paul's testicles. "Hard," Mora said, "they are so hard. Almost like stones." "That's why it hurt when you squeezed them. It's the surest way to stop a man if you have to, remember that," Terry said, acting as Mora's instructor in the matter of the family jewels. Terry took his shaft in her right hand and jerked him several times while Mora tickled his heavy sacs. "You like this?" His wife asked, "The two of us doing it?" "Jesus Christ, honey, will you let me fuck her? I need to cum." "All right, all right," Terry laughed. "C'mon, Mora, give him a good sucking... like this," she bent forward to demonstrate, using a lot of tongue on his crown, then moved her head away when she felt the girl's flushed cheek against her own. The two females stared at each other. Mora's eyes were huge, as Terry leaned to press her mouth against the moist, soft looking lips. It was an unplanned, spontaneous kiss and Terry pulled away quickly because she concerned with overplaying her hand in the seduction. Flustered, she turned back toward her husband, and tried to control her voice as their hands moved over his big, throbbing cock. "Feel how hot it is... Mora," Terry croaked, her voice cracking in mid-sentence. "Yes," the girl replied, "soft as silk, it is." "He's so thick. I can't..." Mora's lips were wet and half open as she looked pleadingly at Terry, who almost melted with need as she scrunched closer to Paul's prick. "You can... "Terry began, "Just lick it. Make it real wet, umm, like this," She bent forward then her lips were around the throbbing crown and she tasted the familiar pre-cum as it emerged from the tip of his cock. She forced herself to relinquish his member to the younger woman, pulling her mouth off his throbbing weapon and tendering it to her soft, wet lips. "Make it real wet... like a melting ice cream cone," Terry said as she moved away from them. Terry watched Mora's sharp little tongue flick across the broad head, growing more confident after a moment's hesitation. A second later, Terry reached out to touch Mora's slim back, finding the skin smooth and hot. She let her hand slide lower, and lower still, and didn't stop when she saw the young woman dart a nervous glance at her. The two women maintained eye contact for a second, then Mora's spine arched in wanton lust. Terry felt her pussy throb. She was incredibly hot -- thought briefly of forgoing what might be available to her in a few short minutes and mounting Paul for a fast, furious fuck to scratch that itch deep inside. Then resolutely decided she wanted Mora even more. She thought the girl now wanted her as well, but couldn't articulate the words. No matter, she would lead Mora as much as she had to. The women glanced at one another again, held the contact as Paul slowly humped the air between them. Then Mora blinked and bent her neck, opened her mouth and engulfed Paul's plum-like head into her mouth. "Mmmmm!" she moaned, and Terry had to laugh at the sight of Paul's cock as it distended the girl's right cheek. Mora's cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. Paul groaned with pleasure as her tongue moved over his corona, licking tenderly upon that oh, so delicate membrane. Terry noticed that Mora definitely had a knack for giving head. As she sucked, her hand was moving brusquely, squeezing and pumping him with a rhythm that matched her head's bobbing up and down upon him. Then, with a moan that belied the intense pleasure she was deriving from sucking him, Mora raised her head. There was no girlish innocence in her voice as she said thickly, "Terry... you too. You suck him too." Without thinking, Terry complied. She actually drooled as her loving husband's cock slid deep into her throat. She groaned as Mora brushed her cheek against hers, and from the corner of her eye watched the young colleen attack the base of Paul's cock, flicking her tongue over his hairy testicles, and had to concentrate on what she was doing with his cock or risk choking on it. Paul stared at the two beautiful women fellating him. Mora now had his ball sack in her mouth, gently licking and sucking upon them. His wife was plunging her face down and backing up, impaling her throat upon his rampant shaft. He felt himself beginning to stir and groaned, "Switch off! Switch off!" A moment later, the women were playing suck tag. Their eager playfulness helped him ease the stirring in his loins and he relaxed, content in enjoying the many sensations they were bestowing upon him. They took turns gripping him, licking and sucking the head of his cock; sometimes individually, other times in tandem. Every once in a while they abandoned him to kiss each other, while their fingers squeezed and tantalized him, telling him that they had not forgotten about him, not at all. It took every ounce of control Terry possessed to keep her kisses as chaste as possible. 'This is laughable, ' she told herself, 'this girl is sucking my husband's cock and I'm worried about slipping her the tongue.' But she remained adamant about it and did nothing, waiting for Mora to make that move, that all committing move. They were back at him, devouring his manhood; saliva hung from the tip of Paul's cock and stretched several inches ending almost desperately clinging to Mora's full, lower lip. Terry took Mora's face in her hands, looked into her eyes and whispered, "You've got something hanging from your mouth." Mora's eyes widened in surprise, but she remained motionless, awaiting patiently whatever action Terry would take, as a child does with its mother. Terry's tongue darted out, captured the strand of saliva and swallowed it. Mora laughed a delightful tinkling sound. "I thought..." She began, intending to say she'd expected Terry to kiss her. But Terry did, in fact, kiss her then, more forcibly than before, and the feel of her lips provided Mora with a completely different set of sensations than those light flickering touches had. There was a kind of wild rush, a fluttering in her belly. Terry's fingers dug into her cheeks, and Mora felt as if she wanted Terry to claw at her face. To savage her mouth... but couldn't fathom the reasons behind her wants... until she felt the tongue touch her own. The feel of the Mora's sweet, young lips upon her own sent a wild rush into Terry's belly; her fingers grew harsh, wrapped themselves in the other's hair, as she sent her tongue deep into the girl's mouth. Mora whimpered, tried to twist away, but there was little conviction in her resistance. Then her own tongue began to respond, tasting Terry's, sucking on the invasive, foreign muscle now fully lodged in her mouth. Paul stifled a grunt, as Mora's fist gripped him harder. He placed his hand on hers and pried himself loose, not wanting to come from her stroking. Their lips were only an inch apart, their noses nearly touching and they were whispering into each other's mouth, and Terry felt her chest tighten with emotion. She pecked a quick kiss on the soft, moist lips, and patted the furry muff very gently. "You have an adorable, kissable little pussy." "And you have a big, beautiful kissable cunt." Mora saw the heat in Terry's eyes and reached up quickly to pull the woman's face down to hers. It was a long, hungry kiss, and the girl couldn't get over how much she liked it and how hot she was. She hoped Terry would suck her soon and moaned into her mouth imagining it clamped, vise-like over her pussy. Everyone in the room knew what was coming. It was Mora who actually initiated the act between the two women; actually placed her mouth on the other's sex. Actually sent her tongue into Terry's steaming pussy, then gasped, "I never did this before. I wanted to but was too scared." "Let yourself go," Terry hissed, excitedly. "Just let yourself go." "Oh God," Mora gasped, "My pussy feels all puffy, open and gooey... but I want it with you first!" Then the young woman's mouth moved eagerly to Terry's musky crotch. Her mouth was wide open as she pressed her face into the humid folds, and Terry moaned as Mora's tongue attacked her pussy. Terry counted to four, then moved her mouth and tongue to the center of Mora's body, licking and lapping at the colleen's bushy cover first, then delving into the sweetness of the girl's cunt. Terry quickly swallowed because Mora's pussy was gushing with her fluids. Terry discovered Mora's labia to be thick and open. The pink inner folds arched around the tiny slit toward the hard little button of her clit. The whole miracle was surrounded by a dense pelt that was now dampened from both the juices seeping out and the saliva dripping from the corner of Terry's voracious mouth. Mora spread her knees wider to open herself even more. "It's beautiful. You are absolutely beautiful..." Terry gasped, before immersing herself back into Mora's folds. Terry felt Mora's hand in her hair, felt her own nipple brush across one firm tit, and moved a little to gain contact with the teen's circling hip. She was making hungry, sucking sounds, felt their teeth bump together, and ground her pussy into the smooth flesh. The women lost all sense of time after that. Paul looked on as Terry, kneeling between the girl's widespread legs, made an impatient, greedy sound burrowing her mouth deeper and deeper into Mora's secret place. The young girl was already moving, her body rolling and twisting, and then Terry was flat on her back with Mora straddling her, her face toward the woman's feet and her plump mound only inches above the young girl's flushed face. Once again Terry felt utter disbelief, but was way too horny to question the girl's transformation. The girl's hands were almost rough as they gripped Terry's tits and she let her legs drift apart. "The nipples," Terry gasped, "Play with the nipples." "Yeah," Mora groaned, "they're big and fat... yeah, your nipples are as big as me mum's." Terry thought, 'Big... fat... like my mum's? Where the hell did that come from?' "Pinch them... pull them a little," Terry gasped. "This way?" Mora asked teasingly. "Oh, God, Yes! Like that, yes, like that! Now, twist them!" The girl did so. "Twist them harder!" Paul was jerking off, unable to refrain from touching himself as he looked on, watching them. "Good! Good! Good! Good!" Terry cried, then grunted with satisfaction. Mora complied, then after gasping for breath, told Terry, "Mmmm, you are so wet. Your pussy is so wet. It's dripping for Christ's sake!" Mora was compelled to shut up then because her mouth was full of Terry's juices and the older woman's fingers were corkscrewing into her cunt. Still, Mora continued to grind down upon the other with her mouth. Her jaw began to tire and she wondered how long she could manage to continue doing what she was doing. Yet, as Terry's pelvis kept moving in slow circles, she had to marvel at the woman's skills and endurance. The girl swallowed the sweet, yet salty juices that filled her mouth and pictured herself swallowing Paul's load in similar fashion later. Terry's pleas penetrated Mora's consciousness. "Use your thumb. Rub it... fuck it... Oh, you're gonna make me cum!" Mora was sweating, her face covered with slime, when she pulled back to concentrate on the little clit that wasn't so little any more. Her fingers were up to the knuckles in Terry's pussy, and her palm felt slimy with her juices. She realized that with a little effort she could add her thumb in there too. She couldn't take her eyes off the older woman's hard, enlarged clit protruding from the hood and wondered if hers would ever get that big. She pushed the question aside, moaned as Terry's long tongue began to lick around the fat lips of her own pussy. It felt hard and wet and silky soft in her cunt and the teen could hardly control her hips as she ground down to increase the incredible sensation. Terry's body was soft and warm under her ass and Mora wanted to get lost in her soft, beautiful pussy. She couldn't understand the way she felt, she just knew that she never been this horny in her life. Mora came first, with a soft keening sound that grew in it's intensity until everyone knew exactly what was causing it. Paul reacted, pulling her from his wife's hungry mouth, and gently spread Terry's thighs apart and motioned for Mora to resume eating Terry out. Mora complied, getting on her hands and knees to do so. Paul snuggled up to her ass and carefully positioned his erection and entered Mora. Mora felt his cock slip past her labia and spread the walls of her pussy. He pressed it in to the hilt, then drew it all the way out and let its wet length lie along the crack of her ass as he squeezed the cheeks together over it. He drew his cock back down the crack of her ass and she felt it pause as its head passed over her asshole, but then moved on to re-enter her pussy while his fingers flicked over her clit. She tried to concentrate on Terry's juicy cunt, but couldn't. Her climax found her again as Paul's cock filled her, working in and out. She grunted softly, the sound muffled by her face being mashed against Terry's cunt. Paul leaned over Mora's shoulder as he neared his climax, watched her head bobbing around in Terry's crotch; saw Terry's tits heave up and down erotically. He felt his load rising within him, pulled his cock almost out of her, allowing only the head to remain inside and then slammed his cock into Mora's tight hole. Mora responded, humping back at him frenziedly as he came, his thick come pumping out and into her cunt. With loud slurping sounds, Mora continued to suck and lick as much juice as she could from Terry, then took Terry's clit between her lips and pulled it gently, letting it almost slip away before sucking it back again and again. Terry squealed as her pelvis spasmed over and over, her hands entwined in Mora's hair. In seconds all three were coming with Mora gripping the base of Paul's cock, and wildly rubbing her clit as she did. As Mora finally collapsed and fell forward, Terry wormed out from under her, sat up and looked at them. Paul's come was flowing out of Mora's pussy, and dripping back onto his rapidly shrinking cock and balls. Terry rolled over on her side and slid her head in between them. She could feel Mora's wet ass against her cheek and smell the rich smell of their combined juices. Paul's pubic hair was matted with semen and sweat, and Terry greedily licked his slippery cock, tasting both his and Mora's fluids as she merrily sucked away, and moaned with satisfaction on feeling him twitch as he began to renew his erection. Paul wanted more of Mora, and as his wife fellated him, nudged his head between Mora's soft thighs, his lips covering her clit as the young girl moaned in ecstasy. But he was not content with just her pussy and deftly moved along her cleft, kissing and licking until he reached her forbidden rosebud. "Wha?" Mora groaned, as his tongue ran lightly around her asshole. She had heard the girls whispering about "being rimmed," but never thought it would happen to her. Now that it was, she was awed by the intimacy of the act. The more ground Paul's tongue covered, the more excruciatingly intense the pleasure became. "Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" she exclaimed. I don't believe anything could be so perverse and feel so fuckin' good!" Wanting to reward him for his efforts she went to suck his cock, but discovered Terry fluting him and changed direction slightly, cupping his balls in her hand. Recalling the earlier injury she had inflicted upon them, she was careful and gently ran her tongue over each testicle in turn. Growing more confident, Mora ran her tongue around the back of his sack and along the rough line between his legs. She felt his legs part wider as she moved and suddenly realized she was nearing an area she would never have dared approach before. Paul's tongue at her asshole made her throw caution to the wind. Meanwhile, Terry abandoned her husband's cock, knowing intuitively he would want Mora to either suck him or fuck him. This entire experience had only been a kink dream a few short hours before and now it was actually happening and it took her breath away. Mora's tongue grazed over the rough surface of Paul's asshole and she pulled back instinctively. As she did, his tongue swirled and his body thrust against her neither lips bringing untold pleasure to her. With relief, Mora realized there was no objectionable smell or taste. In fact, it was almost the opposite. She was enjoying this wicked new experience and reached up to spread his cheeks wider, just as he was doing with her. This time, when her tongue reached the wrinkled asshole, she did not pull away, but licked around it, flicking it every now and then, and tickled it with her fingertips. Paul rewarded her with a tattoo of finger and tongue work that took her breath away -- sent her into a greater frenzy of activity. Mora probed and pressed with the tip of her tongue, afraid to take the ultimate step, and even more afraid not too. Paul's tongue was deftly licking her pussy and her ass, using long swipes of the tongue to probe deeply into each, every swipe sending electric shocks coursing throughout the colleen's entire body. Terry's mouth was sucking at Mora's nipples, her hands massaging the girl's aching breasts. Mora almost there again, wanted Paul to come with her and pressed a finger against his asshole. She was momentarily confused when she met resistance and backed off. His moan told her she needed to try again. This time she used her tongue instead of the finger. The resistance faded away, she felt him shudder and then suddenly, the tables were turned as she experienced his tongue burrowing into her! Mora exploded! The thought of what was being done to her, drove her over the edge and she came again. Some small amount of time passed before Mora had any semblance of what was going on. She saw him gripping the root of his cock, saw the big purple head pressing against the open furrow of her pussy, and she rolled her pelvis to increase the friction of it on her clit. Their eyes held, as he started to move, the shaft of his cock sliding back and forth over her slit, and she felt herself swallow. "Put it in. I want it in me. I want your big cock in me," she moaned. "Oh shit. Oh shit yes," Paul responded between gasps. The head of his prick was saliva wet and silky soft. She realized that what she was doing was perverted, but it felt right. The woman was beautiful and he was a hunk, and his cock felt so good, so different from Terry's fingers and mouth. It was so hot! She hadn't thought a cock would feel this hot, but it was, and she loved it. He was lying on top of her now, most of his weight on his elbows and knees, and he was jigging into her with small, careful strokes as Mora lifted her head for an open mouthed kiss. Paul kissed her back but it was an absent minded response because he was concentrating on working his prick into her tight cunt. He felt her thighs grip his waist, felt her arms curl around his neck, and then the soles of her feet were pressing against his ass cheeks. He had a fleeting thought of Terry, wondered what she was doing, getting ready to do, then promptly put her out of his mind as he began to pound away at Mora's pussy. He went deep, hit her cervix, felt her freeze, then Mora's feet were pressing down upon his calves and he increased his tempo. His weight was on his elbows and toes now and it was almost like doing very fast push ups. He lifted his head to look into her lust clouded eyes. Mora was staring back at him, her face flushed and shiny with sweat, and the way she was driving back at him indicated that she almost there again. "Your cock feels great!" She gasped. Gritting his teeth, Paul rammed into her using a force he had never applied to his wife which surprised him. But it did the job, Mora was climaxing, clinging to him with her legs around his waist. He envisioned her hot cunt as a warm, syrupy suctioning cup, and then for the first time felt the pain around his back from the raking of Mora's fingernails. He started to come and forgot everything else. Eventually, he rolled away from her, totally drained. He revived to see Terry climbing over the young girl, holding Mora's hand above her head, rubbing herself against the smaller body, grinding her gaping cunt into the girl's thick black bush, shouting obscenities. "Gonna fuck you all night, my little slut! When I'm finished you won't be able to walk!" "Yes! Yes!" Mora replied, equally frenzied. They had pretty well forgotten about Paul by then and never realized that he was looking on as his wife rolled back on her shoulders, pulled her cheeks apart and told Mora, "Eat me out! Fuck my ass!" Later, he would remember vividly the two women going at it beside him on the big bed, Terry grunting, moaning, swearing, urging the girl to, "Do it! Fuck my ass! Shove more fingers up there! Bugger me! Hurt me! Make me cum!" Mora obliged her, doing all of it and more. Afterward, Terry worried about Mora's reaction to everything, kissed the girl lightly on tender lips and said, "I hope you liked it. I mean, you don't feel guilty or ashamed do you?" Mora put a finger to Terry's lips, hushing her, then said, "It was great, all of it. I mean... I don't think I could be a lesbian, but I certainly enjoyed... well I more than enjoyed being with you and hope we can be together again." Mora glanced at Paul, smiled and kissed him too. "You too, Paul, I've never come like I have today. Both of you got me off. Wow, did you guys ever get me off." Then she giggled and stretched, feeling completely fulfilled. Paul spoke for the couple as they gazed at the wanton young girl laying next to them. "We want you to know that we would welcome you back anytime. In fact we'd like to know if you're up for Saturday." Mora looked into his eyes, then glanced down at his flaccid prick. "Will you be up for it?" she smiled. "I will, I promise I will." "Well, I'm working Saturday evening, but I get off around eleven, eleven thirty." "We'll be waiting outside for you," Terry said mischievously. "Oh, goody," Mora said, sounding like a little girl. "Saturday night it is." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-08-05 Last Modified: 2005-08-22 / 11:24:50 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------