pt-2

CHAPTER 4

Strangely, the atmosphere in the Abraham's household was relaxed and friendly. To all appearances Mrs A and I retained our friendly relationship, Mr A was his normal self and Kate and I continued on from where we left off.

Things were getting pretty hot when we were alone, although there was a little reserve on my behalf. We also never got intimate at her house.

Mr A offered to sell me Andrew's old car after his twenty first birthday when he would receive a new one. All very secret of course! We negotiated a price and terms that I could afford and shook hands on it. Only a month away!

I decided it was time to buy condoms. You just never know!

I know people buy condoms all the time, even get them for free, but I was too embarrassed to go and buy them directly. I thought of the old joke about the fellow with a winking impediment in one eye that was always served with condoms when he asked for aspirin, wink, wink. I should be so lucky!

Eventually I slipped a packet of them into a basket of groceries for home. No one even blinked an eyelid at the till point and there I was, ready for action.

The Abrahams were planning a wedding anniversary celebration at their house. Caterers, barmen and decorators were all involved, as was the whole family. As we worked I could not help but look at Mrs A as she organised everything. She was so sexy in a simple dress and apron. Her legs and arms were bare and I could see her panty line through the dress from the back. No petticoat! I could not help getting aroused and I was having difficulty in hiding it.

While everyone was running about like chickens without heads, Mrs A asked me to help her upstairs quickly. I ran up the stairs and then to the master bedroom where she stood at the door. Her cheeks were flushed as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

"Has Mommy been teasing my baby?" She asked taking me in her arms and holding her body tight against mine. "Let me help you quickly." She drew me into the room, closed and locked the door and led me to the bed.

"Undo you jeans and show me your beautiful hard cock!" These crude words made all the more exciting coming from her mature mouth. "Come on! We only have a few minutes."

I undid my jeans and pulled them down together with my underpants, my turgid cock springing into view.

"Lie down." Mrs A kneeled on the carpet between my legs, grabbed the base of my cock in her right hand and captured the swollen head in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Bliss! Her hand started moving up and down the shaft, her left hand cupping my balls. "Does baby like that?"

"Yes!"

"Yes what?" the old game again her hand moving up and down my cock, pulling the foreskin hard back, gripping quite tightly. Better than I ever did myself. "Say it. What does baby like?"

"I love it when Mommy plays with me."

"Plays with what?"

"With my cock. When she sucks it into her mouth, tasting my juices. Does Mommy like sucking me?"

"Yes. But I want to watch. To see the precum ooze out the end. To see the big red head. To feel your balls churn." She licked the trickle of precum off the head, the shaft and her fingers. "I want you to cum quickly before anyone misses us," she said and pumped my cock her face inches away. "Tell me when you are cumming."

Her hand moved faster and harder and her other hand massaged my balls and then explored between my cheeks, discovering my anus. I felt the orgasm start in my toes, pins and needles rushing through my body. "I'm cumming! Oooh! Oooh!"

Mrs A took me back into her mouth as the first spray of semen erupted from the tortured tip. Squirt after squirt. As on the first occasion, Mrs A could not contain all the cum and it oozed out on either side of her mouth, down my shaft and into my pubic hair. Her mouth jerked convulsively as she swallowed. She looked so sexual with her hand pumping my cock in her mouth, milky cum spilling all over the place.

Eventually, when the spasms subsided, and Mrs A had licked me as clean as was possible, she sat on the bed and kissed me deeply and with a wide open mouth. Sharing the remainder of my juices with me. "You owe me one," she whispered licking my cheek and then my eyelids. "Time to go, I'll follow in a few minutes."

The evening passed in a daze. I drank too much, or at least that is what it felt like. I danced with Kate, close and intimate. I danced with Mrs A, holding her at arm's length. She whispered in my ear as I thanked her for the dance, "remember that you owe Mommy one."

Kate and I went and sat on the veranda where it was nice and cool. "What did Mom say to you?"

"Oh, aah, she thanked me for all the help today." I looked away, glad the light was low. We were sitting on the love seat looking out over the garden. The Abraham's back garden was huge and beautifully maintained, the trees casting black shadows, the shrubbery lining the walkways. I sat holding her hand.

After a while I said, "let's go for a walk." Without waiting for a reply I stood, took her hand and led her out into the garden. The area was deserted with everyone inside socialising. We were in any case much too young for the general company, most of the guests being friends of Mr and Mrs Abrahams.

Once in the shadows I took her in my arms and kissed her, holding her close. We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's mouths. She said, "you've been a bit distant lately. Are you unhappy? Is there someone else?"

"No! I want to be with you. I got a big scare when your mom walked in on us. I know that was months ago, but I cannot get over the fact that I think she is watching us now." I kissed her quickly, "what did she say to you afterwards?" We had not discussed the incident at all.

"She quizzed me about what we had been doing, about how far we had gone, whether I was still a virgin."

"And you said...?"

"I eventually told her everything. She kept asking me until I told her. More and more detail."

"And?"

"Well, she asked whether I had enjoyed it. Whether I thought you were a good lover." She hugged me tight, "I said you were the best!"

I held her to me in return, "and that was that?"

"She said she was sending me to my aunt so that I could think about things. About wanting to be a virgin when I got married. About the dangers of premarital sex."

"Did she tell your aunt why you were suddenly being sent there?"

"Only that she thought I was getting too serious about a boy. Aunt Annie and I get on well and I told her the basics. She thought it was very funny. I was cross at first, then I could not help but laugh with her. It was a huge relief." She held me tight for a moment, "that night, the one where we were... Anyway, that night, I lay in bed dreading what would happen. I did not sleep a wink. I expected Dad to burst into my room at any moment. I don't know, I expected them to throw me out of the house. You know how big things are in your head at night?"

"And now? How does Mom treat you now?"

"As though nothing ever happened. She has never referred to it again. Well, maybe that's not true. She asked me whether I wanted to go onto the pill. Just in case."

"What did you say?"

"I said I would think about. I felt so good. I felt that she was treating me as an adult, as her friend."

"Have you thought about it now? I mean... you and I...You know what I mean."

"I'm not ready for that yet. I love it when you touch me and I love touching you. All over. I loved what we did that afternoon and I would like to do it again. But I am not ready for sex yet. I am going to work in PE next month when I qualify." PE being Port Elizabeth. "Then where will we be? Long distance relationships are difficult."

I'm not sure what I felt about that. Relief because of what was happening between her mom and me, or disappointment that I would not get to love that beautiful body. The one in my arms. I kissed her fiercely pulling her body against mine with one hand and cupping a breast with the other.

Kate responded just as fiercely, grinding her pelvis against mine, her arms around my neck.

Kate was wearing a simple full length dress zipped down the back. Not the best for groping while standing in the dark. While continuing to kiss her I pulled the zipper slowly down. I felt Kate shiver as the cool air reached her skin. My fingers explored the warm flesh, feeling the bra strap then further down the g-sting, the waist strap and the other disappearing between her bum cheeks.

I tickled her back and side where I could reach using my fingertips, so softly that it tickled my fingers. I felt the goose pimples rise on her skin. "That feels so nice," she whispered in my ear.

"I wish we had somewhere to go," I said.

"So do I, but Mom will miss us soon." Her hand moved to the bulge in my trousers, rubbing it. "Poor baby, you'll just have to wait!" It was shocking to have Kate call me baby too!

I turned Kate around in my arms, her back to me, my arm inside her dress reaching round and cupping her sex. "Mmmm. I'm so horny!" Kate moved her bum against my erection. I slipped my fingers under the leg band of her G-string feeling her warm wet cunt.

At that moment we heard Mrs A call from the house, "Kate! Mark! Are you there?" We both froze. "Kate!" She called again. We could see her standing on the veranda with her hands on her hips. Shaking her head she went back into the house.

"Quick!" Said Kate in an urgent whisper, "round to the front garden." I zipped her dress up and we ran round the house to where all cars were parked. As we reached the garage the front door opened and Mrs A appeared. "Kate! Mark!"

"Over here!" Kate shouted back.

"I need some help with the drinks. Come on!"

As we reached her she gave us both a searching look, "What have you two been up to?"

"I was just showing her Andrews old car, telling her that I was going to buy it," I lied.

"That's supposed to be a secret until Andrew's birthday."

Trying to look contrite I said, "I know, but I am so excited. And Kate won't say anything."

Mrs A snorted and said, "Kate, go and get the Champaign glasses, it is almost midnight." Kate ran off and Mrs A took my right hand and brought it to her nose, sniffing deeply. "That's two you owe me!" She turned on her heel and followed Kate. "Make yourself useful!" she said over her shoulder.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, as did the next few weeks. I continued in the usual routine of going to varsity, studying and sleeping at home. I spent what little time I had with Kate knowing that she was leaving soon.

Andrew's twenty first birthday was a big event. It was held at a nearby venue with a live band, the whole nine yards. As usual I was involved with all the preparation, fetching and carrying, cleaning and organising. Generally helping.

Time to leave the Abraham's house, Mrs A sent us all off in one car with the instructions for me to return in half an hour to collect her as she still had to finish dressing and do her makeup.

Twenty minutes later I was back at the house. "Mom!" I called as I entered. No reply. I went upstairs and knocked on the half open bedroom door, "Mom, are you ready?"

As I peeped round the door I saw Mrs A standing near the bed. I started with surprise! She was wearing an ivory coloured lacy bra through which I could make out the darker brown of her nipples, and a suspender belt and stockings, finished in elegant high heeled shoes. No panties!

I could see her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, the nether lips bare and visible. I stared at the beautiful vision in front of me. "You owe me two. Payback!" With that she lay back on the bed on a towel already in place, her heels on the edge of the bed, her knees raised and spread. I could see the level of her excitement by the puffiness of her lips and sheen of moisture on her thighs.

"I need you. I want you to taste me, suck me, make me cum. I'll teach baby what Mommy likes. Come to me."

I knelt between her widely spread thighs. I took in the wonderful sight, the hairless lips thick and spread, the deep pink interior clearly visible. The trickle of woman-juice running down to the just visible pink-brown puckered back opening. The prominent clitoris peeping out from its hood.

"Are you just going to look or are you going to do something? We don't have all night." Her tone was mischievous and light but I could hear the need. "I've missed you." I moved my face right up to her cunt, breathing deeply the smell of excitement, savouring it.

"God, you are beautiful!" With my tongue I started exploring her sex, separating the outer and inner lips, running the tip up and down. The other side. Dipping into the gaping opening. Pushing as deep as I could, my lips hard against her lips, pressing hard. Fucking her with my tongue, tasting her sweet sour woman's taste, deep kissing her. Lapping all round the opening, moving up and around the swollen clitoris but not actually touching it. Up, around, in and out.

"You are teasing Mommy! You'll be sorry."

I put my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed them up till her knees were touching her breasts with their excited nipples. I moved my face down and lapped her arsehole. I licked up and down her crack, passing over the sensitive puckered hole. At first touch Mrs A tensed up and held herself closed. I simply waited with my tongue between her cheeks until she relaxed and opened to my tongue.

I felt Mrs A use her hands to spread herself further, "yes! You are so naughty. I love it. I love you." She gave me total access to her arsehole.

I centred my tongue on the small opening and, stiffening the tip, tried to penetrate her. A tiny bit. Lick around the opening and try to enter again. A little more. And again and again until I felt her relax completely and my tongue pushed in about half an inch. The taste was slightly acid, not unpleasant. I fucked her as best I could with my tongue. "Yes, yes!"

I let her legs go and replaced my tongue with my index finger. With my left hand I spread her cunt, pulling the skin upwards uncovering her clit. I took the engorged nub into my mouth and sucked, running the tip of my tongue over the smooth head.

"I'm cumming! Don't stop! Harder! Aaah!" Mrs A thrashed around under my onslaught. "Aaah, aaah," I slipped my thumb deep into her cunt feeling the finger deep in her arse. The contractions were very powerful , fast and continuous. I felt her spray cum out over my hand. She had ejaculated again.

Holding her hard in my mouth I undid my trousers, letting my cock spring free. In one move I stood up, took my cock, placed it at the gaping entrance to her cunt and pushed, penetrating deeply in one move. I pounded into her hard and fast with long strokes, almost coming out of her before ramming home again. I could feel myself hitting her servex, her position with her knees up against her breasts letting me penetrate so deeply.

"Yes baby! Fuck Mommy. Hurt me! Cum deeply in me! Yes! Yes"

I could hardly recognise the voice it was so full of lust.

"I'm cumming!" I shouted, my cock deeply embedded in the warm gripping cunt, my pubic bone grinding against her clitoris.

"Yes! Yes!" grunted Mrs A pulling me hard and deep into her, her nails digging into my buttocks. "I'm cumming with you. Aaaah!" I could feel her vagina contracting rhythmically around me, milking me, making the sensations more intense. I just kept squirting deep inside her.

I stood between her legs supporting my weight on my outstretched arms as our bodies quieted. I was still fully in her, still hard. She said, "that was wonderful. We had better go or they will be asking where we have been." Mrs A pushed me away, then dropped to her knees in front of me and took me deep in her mouth, "mmmmm," as she sucked me clean.

I could see her one hand cupping her sex as moved her mouth on my hard cock. "This will have to wait till next time," she stood up, still cupping her sex, and walked to the commode and sat down. "You are such a messy boy!" I could hear the tinkle of the water as she urinated, exciting me even more. " We haven't time to shower. Come on, we must hurry".

By this time I had my trousers on and was washing my hands and face. Mrs A washed her hands, kissed me then went to her bedroom where she picked up her knickers, pulled them on, followed be a petty coat and finally dropping a black silky dress over her head. "Be a honey and zip Mommy up."

When we arrived at the party Mr A approached us immediately, "cutting it a bit fine, aren't you old girl. Where have you been?"

Mrs A simply looked at him. After a pregnant silence, where his eyes flashed across to me and back to Mrs A, he turned away saying, "come on, old girl, our guests are waiting."

I was shocked! Mortified! My eyes flew to Mrs A's face. She simply winked at me and followed after her husband. I was left standing at the entrance not sure how to continue. He knew! Where to from here? I felt myself again engulfed in the now familiar feeling of dread.

I jumped as I felt hands touch me. Kate had my hands in hers, "come on, they are waiting for us. Where have you been?"

"I...uh...I was waiting for your mom to finish dressing. She took forever!" I improvised.

The evening passed in a trance. Once, while dancing with Mrs A, she whispered, "you are such a messy boy! I can feel you running down my legs. I wish I could taste it." How often would this woman shock me?

"I need to speak to you," I whispered back, checking to see where Kate was. I could see her dancing with her brother on the other side of the room.

"We'll try for Sunday morning. Mommy can't wait." That was two days away! What was going to happen between now and then? Kate was leaving next week for Port Elizabeth and we had not discussed our future, if any. I was to collect my new car some time next week and I had to deal with Mr A. Big Mr A! Dread lay like a lead block in my belly.

Sunday morning eventually dawned and I lay in bed trying to plan the day. Random thoughts bombarded my sense. Suicide? Abscond? In the end I got up, showered, had breakfast with Mom before riding my bicycle over to the Abrahams' home. With trepidation I entered the house going to the kitchen where I could hear activity. As I walked in they all greeted me, all seeming in high spirits.

"You've got to come see my new wheels!'' shouted Andrew, "it's awesome!" He went on to tell me all about the car, the specs, everything. At the same time Mrs A poured me a cup of tea and I settled on a stool next to Kate, where she held my hand tightly under the table. Mr A greeted me as he always did, "Mark," with a nod. All seemed normal.

"What are your plans for today?" asked Mrs A above the hubbub.

"Nothing in particular. Help Kate pack. Do whatever needs doing."

"Andy, I wish you were more like Mark, always there when you need him," Mrs A looked at me and I looked away feeling the blush rise.

"Aw, Mom!" Andrew whined. "Come and look at my car." Kate and I followed him out of the kitchen. And so the day passed without an opportunity to speak to Mrs A alone.

Late in the afternoon I was in the kitchen when Mrs A entered. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, "sorry we have not had a chance to talk, you see what a mad house it has been. Maybe Thursday after Kate has left." She took my hand, "if you want to be alone with Kate for a bit I will organise for everyone to leave you alone."

"Here, you mean? At the house?"

"Yes, you goose, in her bedroom if you like. If I can't trust you now I will never trust you."

"I would like that. We have not had a chance to talk, to find out what we want to do."

"And to kiss her, amongst other things," Mrs A put on a serious expression. After a moment we both started laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Kate, walking in the door.

"Your boyfriend, that's what." Mrs A let go of my hand and walked to the door. "What do you want for supper? I'll take the old man with me to get takeaways. That'll take about an hour. Andrew won't be back for hours showing his new car off." We made our choices and then we were alone, an hour to ourselves!

I took Kate by the hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. I had not been there often, it being sort of out-of-bounds to visiting boys. The room was all pink and fluffy with stuffed toys on shelves, posters of song artists and actors on the walls. There was a desk with a computer against one wall with an overflowing bookcase above it. Against an adjacent wall were two three quarter beds with lots of pillows and pink covers. Her case with cloths bulging out was on the floor.

I took her in my arms and kissed her, gently at first and then more urgently. Kate's uninhibited response soon had us kissing passionately, body grinding against body. "I want you," I whispered.

"I want you too," Kate bit my lower lip and moved back until she sat on her bed, drawing me after her. We lay in each other's arms, continuing to kiss. I rubbed her back, first over her cloths and then under, pushing her tee-shirt up. Sitting up, I drew it over her head, then her sweat suit trousers. There she was lying in her bra and panties, both pink like her room.

"Lie on your tummy," I said taking off my shirt, then my jeans. We were now both in our underwear, my rigid cock making a tent in my underpants, screaming for release. It was now or never and I took them off, my cock springing free and standing straight out. I climbed onto the bed again, straddling her legs. I leaned forwards and unsnapped her bra letting the straps fall to the bed.

I started massaging her shoulders, then her back all the way down to her panty line and down either side to the bulge of her breasts. At first she lay passively letting me rub and press, working the muscles, then I could see her tense in response to the stimulation. I moved off her legs to kneel at her side. I was a bit embarrassed by the amount of precum that had pooled between her thighs and onto the bed cover.

I took her panties and drew them down her legs, slowly at first giving Kate an opportunity to object. In contrast she lift her body off the bed to allow me to take them off. There for the first time we were completely naked together.

I could not help comparing her body with that of her mother's. The skin finer, the muscles tighter, the flesh firmer. Maturity has its own sexuality. Kate was young and beautiful, photogenic. At this stage I was only looking at her back, the swell of her hips, the cleft of her buttocks and her shapely legs.

I continued to massage, working further down, rubbing and working the firm buttocks, then her legs. The tips of my fingers brushed her anus, then the moist spot between her thighs. Unconsciously Kate spread her legs slightly giving me easier access.

I concentrated again on her back, neck and arms, this time using only my fingertips, running them softly over her skin. The underside of her arms, the smooth armpits, her neck, the sides of her breasts. Her skin puckered with goose pimples and I felt her shudder. Down to her buttocks along the edges of her cleft, the top of her thighs where they joined and disappeared, then back. Kate clenched her cheeks together and spread them in time with my movements. I explored further between her thigh feeling the heat of her cunt, back to her arse, trailing my fingers over her sensitive anus. Back and forth each time a little further and more intimate.

Kate reached back and took my turgid cock in her warm hand, holding me, gently stroking me. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, running the tip over her pink anus, down between her thighs to her vaginal opening, then back. Kate raised her buttocks off the bed with each stroke, "that feels so good," she whispered.

"Roll over," I said. I marvelled at the lush body that was shyly revealed. Young, firm, inviting. I leaned forward and kissed Kate deeply. Placing my hand on her lower belly. "You are beautiful," I said.

"So are you," she replied lifting her head and looking at my body. She reached out and scooped some of the precum dribbling from the end of my cock with her finger and bringing to her mouth. "Mmm, you taste nice. Lie down so that I can taste more." As I move she said, "no, not that way, the other way round. So we can explore together. Golly, but you are making a mess. Come here!"

I lay on my side with my cock level with her face and my face level with her crotch. I manoeuvred her lower leg under my armpit and stood her other leg vertically, knee bent, heel almost against her bum. Her spread cunt way inches from my face. I inhaled her excited woman scent, savouring it. Her wispy hair was wet from her excitement and stuck to her skin.

Again I compared mother and daughter. Kate's smell was sweeter, somehow lighter. Her pubic hair was untrimmed but there was very little of it, blond almost transparent hair. Her outer lips were more elegant, smaller and lighter in colour. A beautiful picture.

I placed my mouth over her vaginal opening, kissing it as I would her mouth, exploring with my tongue, moving my lips. I felt Kate take me in her mouth, warm and exciting. I shivered. I explored the whole area, sucking as I did, drawing her nectar into my mouth. Wonderful!

I switched my attention to her small clitoris. It was hard as a button, standing proud of its protective hood. Again I placed my mouth over the whole area, not touching the clitoris itself but just applying suction. Kate's hips moved in an attempt to get more contact and I felt her move one hand to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her crotch.

I kept her in suspense for a moment longer before passing the tip of my tongue over the tip of her clitoris. Again and again, only just licking the tip. Kate's hips humped against my face in agitation. I moved my lips to capture only her clitoris and started licking the whole head using the flat of my tongue. The movement of her hips became uncoordinated, jerky.

The movement of her mouth on my cock became more urgent, being helped by her other hand gripping the base. "Are you on the pill yet?"

"No. Do you have condoms?"

"No. I never thought we would get the opportunity to...uhh...to make love."

"Well, what you are doing is wonderful! Put a finger inside me. Yes, like that! It feels wonderful and full. You are so big I don't think you would ever fit inside me." Kate took me back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the swollen head. Bliss!

I put a second finger inside her wet warm hole and moved them in and out, twisting at the same time, while I continued to lick and suck her clitoris. Kate was humping her hips into my face in time with my thrusts.

I felt I was getting close and I stopped her head moving with my hand.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, I'm getting close and I want to cum with you. At the same time."

"I'm nearly there! What you are doing is wonderful! Oh, oh!" She encouraged me by spreading her legs wider.

I kept up a steady rhythm, moving my fingers in and out, licking and sucking at the same time and pulling her cunt hard against my face with a hand on her bum.

"Nearly there! Yes! Yes!" Kate took me back in her mouth and started pumping with her hand at same time moving her mouth up and down my shaft. Suddenly she froze , pushed tight against my mouth, all her muscles tense. I felt the dam break. Frantic thrusts with her pelvis, her hand grabbing my hair and pushing it harder into her crotch and her cunt spasming on my fingers. I continued licking and finger-fucking her, keeping her in place with the hand on her bum.

Mean time she was sucking and pumping my cock with both her hand and mouth. I felt my own orgasm start from the tips of my toes through my body centring on my cock deep in Kate's mouth. The first spray of semen sent the most exquisite feeling through my core, followed by squirt after squirt.

I did not flag in my ministrations of Kate's body. I was aware of her orgasm subsiding, the rhythmic contractions becoming weaker.

I continued to pump my cock into her mouth.

After what seemed an age we both stilled, exhausted, overwhelmed, breathing hard.

"Come to me, baby," Kate whispered. I turned around and took Kate in my arms lying half on top of her, her breasts squashed between us. "Kiss me."

I kissed her deeply, tasting my sperm on her lips, her tongue. Salty and acrid. Not the best. Kate licked my lips and face. "Do you like the taste of you?" I asked her.

"Yes. But I prefer the taste of you. So masculine. Do you like the taste of your cum?"

"Not really. Well, the taste is okay, the smell is a bit strong. It won't stop my kissing you. Ever." I kissed her long and hard. "Is that it? The end? Our last time together?" I leaned back so that I could see her face.

"Let's see what happens. A week, two weeks, a few months. I am not sure when we will see each other again. I feel like my heart is breaking while at the same time I am so excited about a new job. A new life. Away from all of this."

"I thought you were happy here."

"I am, but I feel caged. Imprisoned. As though Mom is always checking up on me. Us. I'm shocked she gave us this time together alone." She kissed me lightly. "We had better get dressed. I don't want to go through all that again!"

We started getting dressed, finding our cloths crumpled next to the bed. "But we will keep in touch. e-mails, telephone?" I asked.

"More than that. We will become cyber lovers!" Kate giggled.

I was a bit shocked. "Have you got a cyber lover now?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she smiled taking the sting out of the words.

Both dressed, Kate went into her bathroom, half closing the door. I could hear the rustle of clothing then the sound of her urinating. I heard the sound of her taking toilet paper then the flush. I followed her in and took my turn to pee, Kate at the basin washing her hands and face. She moved up behind me and took me in her hand, aiming the flow into the water.

"I wish I could do that!" she said spraying patterns in the water. I started to get hard and it became more difficult to pee. Kate burst out laughing, "I see a problem rising," she quipped, letting go of me.

We both cleaned up and were sitting down stairs in the kitchen when Mr and Mrs A arrived back with supper. Mrs A gave us both sharp looks before starting to lay the table. Mr A went off to wash his hands and Mrs A told Kate to go and choose a bottle of wine for supper. When we were alone she gave me a short, hard, open mouthed kiss. "I can taste Kate. Did you have a good time? I'm jealous," she gently cupped my crutch in her hand, "I miss Big Boy," she gave me another short hard kiss and then continued fussing around the kitchen. "Thursday afternoon."

CHAPTER 5

Kate left for Port Elizabeth. I took possession of my new car. Classes were now finished for the year and I worked around the house doing all the things I had neglected during the year. I went to the book store where I worked evenings. Life went on and I missed Kate already.

Maybe it was all in my head now that she had left and I felt a great loss. I thought about Thursday as it loomed. It excited me and I dreaded it. The risks we were running, the wonderful sex.

Thursday morning I finished mowing the lawn, showered and jumped into my much prized new car, and set off for the Abraham's place. It was only a small Toyota but I loved it! I had polished it twice, shampooed the interior, degreased the motor, polished the wheels. It was immaculate! And I had only had it for three days, going on four. Mechanically it was in great condition, Mr A ensuring that it was always service correctly and on time.

I parked in the driveway and went inside. Surprise, surprise, Mrs A was in the kitchen making tea. I went over and gave her a hug, holding her close. Her arms went around me, her face against my chest. We stood like that for quite a time before I lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft slow kiss, Mrs A being faintly reluctant. "What's up?" I asked feeling the dread rise.

Mrs A would not meet my eyes. "Have some tea," she said, disengaging herself and pouring the tea. We sat in silence sipping our tea. After a time she reached out and took my hand. There was a hint of tears in her eyes as she looked at me, "you know that I would never do anything to hurt you?"

I looked at her not knowing where this was going. Without getting a reply she continued, "you once asked about George. About George and I. At the time I said I did not want to talk about it. Well, the time has come for us to talk about it."

Shocked, I stood up nearly knocking the stool over, "does Mr A know about us?"

"Sit down!" Mrs A commanded, "hear me out." After a pause she started talking, "early in our marriage I discovered that George's sexual interests lay elsewhere. That he was more interested in boys, men, than he was in women. In me. I was absolutely devastated."

"You must understand that in those times, twenty five or thirty years ago, homosexuality was not socially acceptable. If fact it was severely frowned upon by society, by the church. You must also understand that who you married was not always all your own choice. Families were involved, parents, relatives. George's parents and mine were close friends and my father's business was associated with George's family business. It was in their interest to link the two families, thereby the two businesses.""Anyway, after much soul searching, we decided that we would live our own separate sexual lives on condition that we were discrete and that we would always be honest with each other, share our experiences. In many ways this has been a good arrangement, if not lonely at times. And the older I get the more lonely it has become. George and I have shared the most wonderful experiences, sometimes even gratifying ourselves in the process of telling."

Mrs A looked away, a blush rising to her cheeks. "There, I have told you my most intimate secret. I have never shared it with anyone before." She continued staring into the distance. After a long time I saw her shake herself. "This time is also different. Different from anything that has happened before. George wants to watch us," she turned back to me, "to see you and I be intimate."

I stood up, shaking my head violently. "No! No ways. I must go..."

"Please. Trust me, I will make things right. Just this once to see how it turns out," Mrs A pleaded. "It is really important to me. I promise you can trust me." She came round the counter and took me in her arms. I stood as stiff as a board with my arms at my side. "Please!"

"Is Mr A here now?"

"Yes. He is upstairs waiting for your answer. If you say absolutely not then we will live by that, but you and I will not be able to see each other again, and I would hate that." She leaned back and looked me in the eyes, "Given the circumstances of my life I have experiences quite a number of men, but overall I have been deprived of plentiful, regular sex. And it has seldom been satisfying."

"I have never experiences the heights that you have brought me to. You are by far the best lover I have ever had, even though you have little or no experience. It is not the experience that counts, it is the attitude. You are unselfish, giving," she winked and smiled, "and you have the right equipment."

"George is a good man. He has been a wonderful caring companion, a wonderful parent to our children. A generous provider. I love him in my way. I need you in my way. I promise I will make it fun and George will make it worth your while." She held me close again, "please?"

I forced myself to relax in her arms and returned the embrace, holding her close. My head was in turmoil, "has Mr A ever watched before?"

"No. Not in person, that is. We once set up a video camera but that was not very satisfactory. It was too dark, not aimed quite right and I was very self-conscious. We had many hours of laughter over it, though. I still have it. We can watch it together some time."

She took my hand and led me to the door, to the stairs. I followed as a lamb to slaughter. She turned on the first step and sought my lips, kissing me hungrily while at the same time sliding her hand over my crotch, feeling for me through my jeans. "Help me baby. I am as scared as you are. Help Mommy."

We climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom hand in hand. The curtains were drawn, the covers turned down and the light dimly on. Very cosy and warm. Like an execution room to me.

"I'll be with you now," Mrs A turned away and left the room. I stood at the side of the bed wondering the wisdom of the decision, of my being here with my girlfriend's mother, my lover, and waiting for her husband to appear and watch the show. Was I mad? I was on the point of fleeing when Mrs A came back and pushed the door half closed. "My poor baby. We will get through this together. Watch."

She put her arms around my neck and started kissing me. Softly at first, then her tongue exploring, forcing its way into my mouth, moving, dancing. I started kissing her back, probing deep in her mouth, sucking her tongue.

I heard a faint sound and opened my eyes. I saw Mr A walk silently into the room, moving to a chair in the corner that I had not noticed. He was wearing what looked like a loose brocaded dressing gown, belted at the waist and bare feet. He was still a huge man in his bare feet!

Mrs A must have felt me stiffen because she tightened her grip around my neck and whispered in my ear, "relax, we will give him a show to remember. Undress me." She turned me around so that my back was towards Mr A and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. I, in turn, unzipped the front of her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders revealing sheer white lace underwear. White is so provocative against slightly tanned skin, so clean, so revealing.

My shirt off, Mrs A undid the buckle and button on my jeans, the zipper. I could feel Mr A's stare burning into my back!

Now we both in our underwear. I drew her body to mine and kissed her, tongue aggressively exploring. Mrs A was as aggressive in turn, our teeth bumping. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her crutch hard against me, grinding it against my thigh. I felt Mrs A's hand slip under the waistband of my underpants and grip my cheeks in turn, holding me tight to her.

I left her mouth and kissed the side of her face, then her neck, down her shoulder and to the swell of her breast where it emerged from her bra. I dropped to my knees, my mouth now level with her belly button which I lapped with the tip of my tongue. Mrs A's fingers grabbed my hair and held me tight to her stomach.

I ran my hands up her inner thighs to her crotch, feeling the wet area between her legs, slippery through the material. Mrs A spread her legs to allow me access. I lingered there rubbing over the slippery area, feeling her clitoris easily through the thin fabric.

Impatiently I hooked my fingers into the waist elastic and pulled her panties down in one swift movement, leaving them around her ankles. I felt Mrs A's hands hook under my armpits, pulling me to my feet. We again kissed as she pulled my underpants down releasing my rock hard cock. She had to bend double at the waist to pull my underpants all the way down, her face now level with my cock which stuck straight out. Taking it in one hand she licked the tip gathering the drool of precum.

Her other hand coaxed me sideways so the Mr A could see what she was doing. "Don't you think he is beautiful? So hard and excited for me. So big!" She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip.

I took the back of her head in my hands and pushed deep into her mouth, feeling the contact with her throat. I felt the gag response and relented letting her draw her mouth back. Then in again. In and out, fucking her mouth. After a while Mrs A pushed me away and stood up at the same time releasing her bra and letting that slip down her arms and then to the floor. We kissed and I could taste myself on her lips, her tongue. Slightly salty.

She urged me towards the bed and then guide me to lie down, my legs hanging over the edge facing Mr A. I felt vulnerable and exposed.

Mrs A got on the bed kneeling next to me. Leaning forward she fed a stiff nipple into my mouth with one hand, the other sliding down my belly to grip my hard cock. Holding it upright, she moved her had up and down the shaft, pumping slowly, stopping, then pumping again.

I slipped my hand between her thighs feeling for her warm cunt. I found the opening and penetrated with two fingers to the knuckles, then three, moving in time with her hand. I could not believe how hot and wet she was, almost like a heater. Mrs A moved the other nipple to my eager lips.

I was aware that she was showing me off to Mr A, holding me upright before his eyes, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the swollen head, the moving her hand up stretching me to my full length.

I glanced across at Mr A and saw that the front of his gown was open and that he was reclining in the chair, his cock in one hand while he fondled his balls with the other. It was difficult to see clearly in the half light but his cock seemed small, possibly still flaccid. As his hand moved down I saw that he was in fact erect and that his cock was quite short but very fat. His eyes were fixed on my cock!

"George, you can move closer if you want. I'm sure my baby won't mind." Without waiting for an answer Mrs A bent to capture one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking, biting, rolling the tip between her teeth. I continued to move my hand in and out of her opening, four fingers now penetrating. She was very tight!

I believe having an audience was turning her on. She said, "my baby's got four fingers inside me. In my cunt. Getting me ready for his big cock." Her breath was coming hard and fast, grunting every time the palm of my hand slapped her clitoris.

She let go of my cock and moved to mount me, getting astride my body. "Guide my baby into me," she said over her shoulder. I froze as I felt a cool hand take hold of my cock. "Relax baby. George will guide you into me." I felt Mr A move his hand up and down the full length of my cock. He felt different, harder, stronger. I could hear his breath and the dry sound of his mouth as it opened and closed.

He pulled hard down on my cock, exposing the full head and then I felt the warmth of Mrs A's cunt envelope me. He continued to hold the base of my cock as Mrs A rose and fell. The sensation was exquisite. Every now and then Mrs A stopped moving and Mr A squeezed the base of my cock hard, stopping me from getting too close. Then up and down again, his hand moving with her.

I reached up and took a heavy breast in each hand, feeling the weight, the soft firmness, the pebble like nipples. I took each nipple and pulled, stretching them out, squeezing them hard. I felt her shudder.

After a few minutes of this Mrs A moved up my body, pulling off my rigid cock. I could feel the cool air on the suddenly exposed head. Mr A continued to stroke me firmly as Mrs A moved her cunt over my mouth and pressed down. I immediately penetrated her as deep as I could with my tongue, taking some of her weight with my arms to let me breath. In, out, up, down. Sucking her clitoris. Moving her far enough up to get my tongue to her puckered rosehole, my nose in her gaping vagina. Then back.

Suddenly I felt warmth on my cock! Mr A had taken me in his mouth. Harder and rougher than Mrs A but incredibly exciting when coupled with what I was doing to Mrs A. Then he stopped moving and squeezed the base of my cock for a few moment, bringing me off the boil.

"George, my baby has his tongue in my dirty hole. Aaaah!" Mrs A grunted, relaxing to allow my tongue to penetrate further. She leaned forward taking her weight on her arms then moved up and down on my tongue as it penetrated deeply into her arsehole. "I want you to fuck me now. George, I want my baby to fuck my now, hard!" With that she moved off me and lay next to me her legs spread wide, knees bent.

"I see you have been keeping my baby hot and wet for me. Is that good for you?"

I was not sure who she was talking to so I did not answer. I moved to mount her and Mr A pulled his mouth off my cock but continued to hold me in his hand. I saw that he was pumping his own short thick cock at the same time. I was fascinated by the dark purple colour of the head. He was obviously using some lubricant because his hand was slipping up over the head and back and I could hear the squishing sound as he pumped.

Mr A had to let go of me as I moved my leg over Mrs A, getting between her legs. He immediately took me in hand again and I saw him let go of his own cock and move to spread Mrs A's cunt wide to receive me. He positioned the head of my cock against her opening but would not let me penetrate, rather moving the head against her swollen clitoris.

"Yes! Yes! That's wonderful! More! Harder! Faster!" The words tumbled out in a continuous stream of encouragement.

After a bit of this He again placed the head of my cock in her vaginal opening and I thrust, penetrating her fully, trapping his hand between us.

"Hold out your hand," Mrs A had the tube of KY in her other hand. She squeezed some gel onto the preferred fingers, then onto her own. I felt the cool liquid being spread on my anus. I followed suit. Mrs A lifted her legs up on either side of me her knees against her breasts, giving me free and easy access to her arse.

I could feel myself penetrate her even further. "I can feel you all the way inside me baby. So big!"

I followed her lead. When she stroked, I stroked. As she explored my opening, I explored hers marvelling in the slippery KY Jelly.

"Relax. Pretend you are trying to have a bowel movement, push," I followed her instructions, opening to her finger as she opened to mine. We both paused with one digit in each other's anus. "Yeesssss!" I could feel her shudder and shake.

I had stopped moving inside her, completely concentrating on the finger in my arse, the unbelievable sensation radiating through my whole body. I felt stretched open even though it was only a finger tip. All senses were heightened. I had never been so hard. I wondered whether Mrs A was experiencing the same.

"Is that good for you?" Mrs A nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"I love my babies cock in my cunt."

"And...?"

"I love your finger in my dirty hole. Put it in a little deeper. Like this," She moved her finger in my anus. I followed suit. I started moving my hips in time with her hand. Faster, longer strokes. I felt Mr A's hand pumping the base of my cock as I moved in and out of Mrs A's spread cunt .As I felt the passion rise I stopped, not wanting to cum yet.

"Good boy! You may not cum yet, I'm not ready yet." I felt her hand move between us and then little movements as she played with her clitoris.

I felt Mr A grip me hard and pump my cock as far as he could, trapped between her body and mine. I could hear him grunting and panting and I could hear the fast slap of his hand against his own groin. He lurched to his feet and then I felt the hot spray of cum on the back of my legs, followed by five of six more. He stopped moving, standing there supporting himself on the hand between us.

We stayed still while this happened, a finger deep in each other's arses. After a time I could hear his breath return to normal then he withdrew his hand from between us and I heard him walk out the room, shutting the door after him.

"Kiss me," Mrs A's free arm went around my neck. There were tear tracks down the sides of her face. "Kiss me," she said again.

We kissed long and tenderly. The finger in my arse was starting to hurt. "Please take your finger out, it's hurting a bit."

"Don't you like a bit of pain?" Mrs A smiled mischievously.

"There is a difference between pain and just hurting, uncomfortable," I said tweaking a nipple.

"Ow! Just you wait," I lifted myself while she straightened her legs, withdrawing my finger from her arse. I felt I had lost some of my erection, but the situation was such that it did not matter. I moved my legs outside of hers, squeezing them together. We lay like that kissing softly.

I started moving and the sensation was wonderful, so tight and intimate. I was fully hard again and as I moved I rubbed in the area of her clitoris. Things felt just perfect. In no time Mrs A was breathing hard and meeting my thrusts as they became more vigorous.

Soon we were pounding into each other. "I cumming!" She grunted raising her bum off the bed to make me penetrate as deeply as possible. Her clawed hands pulled me deeper with every thrust, faster and faster. She screamed as her orgasm overtook her and I could feel her cunt milking me.

I was not there yet and as Mrs A came off her high I slowed to long deep strokes, almost pulling out completely before slamming back in, our pubic bones colliding. My orgasm started slowly, building throughout my whole body before busting the banks and drowning me completely. I held still inside Mrs A as deeply penetrated as I could go and Mrs A flexed her internal muscles all the while. I could feel each ejaculation throughout my body, an orgasm with each pump.

"Yes baby! Cum inside me. Fill me up. Yes!'' and she squeezed her thighs together. "Don't stop! I'm cumming again!" I pumped hard and deep.

Eventually, I slumped on top of her completely drained. "Baby, baby..." she chanted as her orgasm subsided.

We were both slippery with sweat as we lay there feeling the air cool us. "George missed the best. But I'm glad, I had you all to myself. I love you." Her arms were around me and I kissed her. Our mouths were too dry for a real kiss but I held her lips captive, still, warm and close.

Eventually I shrunk and fell out. "No!" I rolled off her to lie at her side and she moved to take my flaccid length in her mouth. "To our dear departed soul," she whispered between movements as she cleaned me with her tongue. So wonderful and warm.

"Come here," I said and pulled her up to lie at my side, her breasts nestling into my side. "Do you want to talk about it?"

After a brief pause she answered, "do you?"

"That's not fair. I asked first. Yes, I want to talk about it. But I am not sure where to start."

"Do you think I betrayed you, your trust?"

I thought about it for a bit. "Yes. Betrayed is maybe too strong a word but things happened that I am not sure I am ready for. That is the first time I have ever had a man touch me intimately. We did things in front of another person, things I have never done before. In front of your husband!" I paused a moment, "I need to digest what happened. What do you think?"

"It was a first for me too. I have never experienced a threesome. Never in front of an audience before. In a funny way I found it a real turn on. I wanted George to see that I am a woman. A woman with real sexual needs. A woman that enjoys cock," she hugged me, "I don't mean to be crude but that says exactly what I mean. You are so much bigger than he is. I hope he is jealous! Did you enjoy him touching you?"

"Could you see what he was doing?"

"Some of it. I saw him take you in his mouth. I could feel his hand holding you when you were in me. Did you enjoy it?" She asked again

I lay there considering it. "When he first touched me I was shocked. I thought he would just watch. It felt different, harder, rougher. But it was almost like he was touching himself. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it. I suppose him being a man would explain that. He knew exactly when to stop, when to stop you. And then he squeezed the base of my ... er ... cock just right to stop me cumming and to let me last. Eventually, I thought we had overdone it and that I would not cum!" I know I was blushing.

"You can share anything with Mommy. You know that," Mrs A reached up and kissed me softly.

"What did it feel like while he was sucking you?"

"Also harder, rougher. I prefer the way you do it." I thought a bit, "I think the most exciting part was when he pumped my cock in time with the movements of our bodies. I mean, when I thrust into you he pulled the skin back, making me feel you over the whole length. And when I pulled back he pulled the other way, almost like when I masturbate. It felt amazing!"

"For me too! The back of his hand rubbed against my clit all the time. I must have had a hundred mini-orgasms. I know I have never been so wet before. And I squirted when I came that last time. Have you seen how wet the bed is?"

I laughed, "No, but I can feel it."

"Will you do it again?" Mrs A looked me intently in the face.

I lay there considering it. Mrs A continued, "Mr A said that he would consider it an instalment against your car. Not that he wants to pay for sex with you, us, but as a small token of appreciation. Did George cum?" She asked.

"Yes, all over my legs. I'm not sure how I feel about that." I thought a bit, "I guess it is exciting knowing that someone else enjoyed what we were enjoying."

Mrs A got to her knees and took me in her mouth, lovingly mouthing my still flaccid cock. The way she was kneeling I could see her pendulous breast sway as she moved. I cupped one in each hand, lifting and massaging them. When the nipples contracted and became hard I played with them, rolling the hard nubs between my thumb and finger.I could also see between her legs and I could see the combination of our juices running down her thighs. So much! I slipped a couple of fingers into her cunt and explored with my fingertips, twisting and feeling. So warm and wet! I started to harden in her mouth.

"Let's go shower and then continue from here," she said seductively swaying her buttocks. "You've got time, haven't you?

"All day and all night," I said, exploring her anus with my thumb. It was still slick with KY jelly. "I want to explore your dirty hole some more and as you said, KY tastes awful. Why do you call it your dirty hole? I don't think of it that way at all."

"Mmmmm that feels nice. I suppose I call it that because it is a forbidden area. Taboo. I mean, you don't say 'arsehole' to your friends at tea. I don't suppose you would say 'dirty hole' either, but, to me, it sounds better. More exciting, naughty. I absolutely love you exploring me there. I don't know why it took me so long. Maybe trust?"

"Would you let me ... um ... fuck you there?" My thumb had slipped inside and I was slowly easing it in and out and Mrs A had widened her kneeling position and dropped to her elbows to give me easier access.

"We can try one day. I think you are too big and it is really sore if you try something big there."

"Have you tried something big?"

"Yes, I tried a vibrator once. Hurt like hell! But I trust you and we can try one day."

I was now rubbing her clitoris at the same time as I thumbed her arse. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"What's this? Twenty questions?" After a pause where she moved her body in time with my fingers, she said, "yes, when I was nineteen or twenty and a student at college."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much! Don't stop, that's wonderful."

"What did you do?"

"My roommate, Brenda, had had a bit too much to drink one night and I'm not sure how it happened, but we were both horny and we ended up masturbating each other. At the time it was amazing. I suppose more exciting because it was so naughty."

"Did you suck her tits? Taste her down there?"

"Aaah! Yes, we sucked each other's tits. Hers were so small and sensitive. And no, we just fingered each other." She dropped her shoulders onto the bed , "I'm going to cum! Yessss!" Her body shook as her spasms passed through her body. I could not believe how hard her anal muscles gripped my thumb, stopping it from moving.

After a time she said, "that was unbelievable! You are such a wonderful lover. Let's go shower then I will spoil you."

CHAPTER 6

Through the summer vacation I spent every spare moment at the Abraham's house. I basically moved into the same room as Mrs A, going home only to see Mom and to do chores around the house.

We enjoyed the most wonderful sex whenever and wherever the opportunity arose. Mr A encouraged us to engage in any intimate situation, whether he was there or not. When we were intimate without him being present, Mrs A always told him what we had done and how she enjoyed it. There were a few things we tried that were not as enjoyable and she dutifully told him about those occasions, telling him that we had not enjoyed it.

Mr A never intruded further than on the first occasion, masturbating me, occasionally taking me in his mouth, always while Mrs A and I were being intimate. Only on one occasion did he go too far and I experienced the most intense orgasm at his hand while I was sucking Mrs A clitoris. I sprayed all over her back, my stomach and his hand. A wonderful experience.

Mr A always masturbated himself to orgasm during the sessions where he participated, about once every three or four days. Where we were intimate in his presence and he just watched, he sat silent, observing. He seemed to really enjoy watching.

On one occasion I walked into the kitchen and Mrs A was busy at the sink while Mr A was reading the paper at the counter.

"Morning, all," I said walking up behind Mrs A.

"Mark," Mr A's usual greeting over the paper.

"Morning baby, sleep well?"

"Mmm" I said, nuzzling the back of her neck. She wriggled her bum into my crotch in response. I bent down and grabbed the hem of her gown and lifted it up and over her back exposing her bum clad in silky sleeping shorts. I took them and slid them down her legs leaving her beautiful arse open to the air. I pushed her shoulders for ward till she was leaning over the counter opening her thighs and it's hidden treasure.

There was a slab of butter on the counter where I took a slice in my fingers and smeared it along her crack and between her legs, into her still sleeping cunt. As the butter melted and became slippery I rubbed the whole area, from her clitoris to her anus.

"Mark! What are you doing?"

"Sssh. Enjoy." I took another stick of butter and continued smearing till the whole area was slick with molten butter, some running down her thighs. I could feel her outer lips swelling, her clitoris becoming more prominent. I was in no hurry!

Mr A had dropped his paper and was watching intently.

I took the butter knife, which had a gentle rounded handle, and slid it up and down her arse crack, over her anus. Mrs A shuddered every time I passed over the sensitive spot. When the metal had warmed and was slippery in my fingers, I centred the rounded handle end against her opening and pushed slowly but firmly. Mrs A relaxed and it slipped in. Holding the blade I moved it in and out, twisting at the same time.

Leaving it embedded I reached between her legs and ran the tips of my fingers around her now fully erect clitoris. I searched the counter for something more suitable to put in her arse. Not seeing anything I undid the buttons of my jeans, letting them fall to my feet where I stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. My underpants swiftly followed suit, my cock standing rigid.

I took a third stick of butter and rubbed it all over my cock.

I glanced across at Mr A who was now leaning back in his stool, his gown open and his short fat cock rigid in his hand as he slowly pulled the foreskin up and down. I made sure he could see my cock standing proudly out.

All the time I had been stimulating Mrs A's prominent clitoris and she was moving her buttocks wildly in time to my rubbing. I took the butter knife and pumped it into her arse, in and out, up and down, round and round.

As I felt Mrs A starting to approach her first orgasm I pulled it out and placed the head of my cock against her tight opening, recently vacated by the knife handle.

"Come and help me," I said over my shoulder to Mr A. He immediately stood up and came to stand behind me, his arms around me, taking hold of my cock as it pressed against Mrs A's tight arsehole.

"No! You are too big. You will tear me."

"Relax. I'll stop if it is too sore. Push, try to relax. That's it! Push!" I had both my hands spreading her arse cheeks and Mr A had me firmly in both hands holding the tip tightly to her tight hole. "Push!" Mrs A passed air in her effort to push and I took the opportunity to push the head in passed the tight anal ring as it relaxed with the fart. I was in!

"No! Stop! It hurts! Oh, oh."

I held still, waiting for her to relax. I moved one hand back to her clitoris and, using the pads of three fingers, I rubbed round in small circles on the head of her clitoris. We stood like this for three or four minutes, Mr A now slowly moving his hands up and down my cock. I could feel his erection pressing against my own anus.

"Are you alright, Mommy?" I whispered.

"No. Please. It hurts."

I slowly pulled back withdrawing from the vice grip of her anus. My cock came loose with an audible popping noise "Aaaah!" Mrs A cried.

I put my arms around her and whispered in her ear, "it's alright, I won't push." Over my shoulder I said, "put me in her cunt. I want to fuck Mommy." Mrs A Lay her upper body flat on the counter exposing herself to us. Mr A placed the head of my cock against her opening and I entered with one long thrust, stopping when my pubic hair mashed against her bum.

Mr A's hand stayed in its usual position around the base of my cock, pumping in time with my thrusts. "Put your fat cock between my thighs and fuck me there" I said to Mr A. I leaned forward. Mr A had to bend his knees to place his turgid cock between my upper thighs. I crossed my legs to hold him tight feeling his course pubic hair against my arse cheeks.

I, in turn, reached round under Mrs A's gown with both hands to continue rubbing her slick clitoris. This also allowed me to move her body back and forth so that I stood relatively still so Mr A could pump his cock between my thighs at his own pace.

I could hear his panting in my ear as he also masturbated my cock where it disappeared into Mrs A's cunt.

The stimulation was amazing! Mr A's other hand had cupped my balls and he rolled them between his fingers. He was quite rough, almost to the point of hurting.

Mrs A was panting and bucking against me, trying to force me deeper, faster, her knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the counter. We were all in our own world, feeling, not seeing.

Mr A slipped out from between my thighs I suppose because of his superior height. He released my balls and took his own cock in his hand and moved the tip into my crack, centring on my anus, pushing, then rubbing up and down the full length of my split, then back to my sensitive tight hole.

I said between breaths, "use some butter." He reached over and took a stick and smeared it all over my arse area. I felt him pushing the last of the butter into my arsehole with his finger tip. I tried to relax. His cock replaced his hand and I felt the tip pushing against my anus. Too big! It was really sore.

He went back to the cycle of rubbing the whole area then going back to my anus for another try. It hurt but it was also immensely exciting!

All this time I was pumping into Mrs A's cunt while rubbing her clitoris roughly, holding her open and exposed with my other hand. Mrs A started to shake and shudder and her movements became uncoordinated, "I'm cumming! Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Harder! Aaaah!"

I really started pounding into her, dislodging Mr A from my arse. His hand on my cock pumped in time with my frantic thrusts into Mrs A's convulsing cunt. Then I was spurting thick cum deep in her cunt, long hard squirts. I kept fucking her as hard and as deep as I could while she was cumming and Mr A seemed to squeeze more and more cum out of my balls.

I eventually collapsed over Mrs A's A back as she lay over the counter, completely spent. Mrs A had again squirted during her orgasm and there was love fluid running everywhere, over my hands and both our legs. The floor was wet. Mr A continued to fondle me gently. He had not yet been satisfied and I could feel his erection pushing against my anus again. He was too big for me!

I reached round and took him in my hand. This was the first time I had touched another male intimately. It felt hard and soft at the same time. I was astounded at the size. Not the length but the diameter! I have big hands and my thumb and fingers did not meet as I held him. What to do now?

I was now flaccid and I pulled out of Mrs A. "No," she whimpered.

She looked almost obscene, bent at the waist over the edge of the counter, her toes barely touching the floor. Her gown was up over her back leaving her completely exposed, her cunt red and gaping, cum and her own prolific juices running down her thighs and smeared butter everywhere.

With one hand I pulled Mr A forward towards his wife and with the other I cupped her sex from the front between her legs. After a moment's hesitation Mr A followed my lead and let me place the tip of his fat erect penis at the mouth of Mrs A's cunt. I moved the tip up and down, pumping him slowly at the same time.

Mrs A looked to see what was happening and then pushed back towards her husband, embedding his cock in her. "My love," she crooned, "we haven't done this for a long time. I've missed it."

My right hand, which had been jacking Mr A's cock was now getting in the way, so I reached round and from behind him and started massaging his balls as he had done mine. The tips of my left fingers were sliding over Mrs A's clitoris, slick with butter and juices. Soon they had a rhythm going.

From where I stood I could see where Mr A was moving in and out of Mrs A's cunt. He was so fat that when he pulled back, it pulled the pink inner lining of her cunt with it making loud slurping noises.

"So full!" Mrs A said, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their bodies smacked together as he pumped into her and I helped keep the rhythm going. It was so erotic watching the couple hammer into each other right there in front of me and I started getting hard again. Mr A was holding onto Mrs A's hips making sure that he stayed in her and that he would not slip out. Soon they were both grunting and panting.

Mrs A reached her climax first, rising on tip toe and pushing back, "yes, George! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!" I rubbed her clitoris furiously while Mr A rammed his cock into her mercilessly.

"Yes!" he yelled and embedded himself as deeply as he could. I could feel his body shaking as he emptied his load deep in his wife's bowels. They both stayed frozen like that for a long moment before he pulled out and staggered back to sit on a stool, his half soft cock covered with their juices.

I stood there cupping her sex and rubbing her back as she quietened. "There, there," I whispered, bending to kiss her lower back. The frantic coupling had excited me and I had a painfully hard erection again.

"That was wonderful," Mrs A said, turning and taking me in her arms. "Poor boy, we will have to do something about that," she said, indicating my erection. "George, we owe it to the dear boy." To me she said, "Climb onto the counter and kneel with your face down on the counter. Here, use this cushion," she placed a cushion under my face as I knelt with my bum in the air. "Spread your knees a bit." I felt her hands running over my arse, between my legs and on my cock.

"Isn't he beautiful, George? So young and strong. And so big!" Her one hand masturbated me from between my legs as she stood behind me. "Help me, George."

Mr A stood up at my side and his hand replaced hers on my cock. I felt the difference immediately, rougher, firmer but more knowing. It felt almost as though I was playing with myself. Mrs A spread my arse cheeks and I felt her warm wet tongue on my anus. I could not believe how wonderful it felt! All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. Was I clean? Did she like the taste? Did I look alright? Mrs A continued licking all around the area every now and then returning to my anal opening, pushing to enter.

I responded by trying to relax, to push a little. "That's it, open for Mommy," Mrs A said softly before returning her tongue tip to my anus. Push. Circle. Lick. Push. I felt the tip enter, filling my hole. The exquisite sensations!

Mr A masturbated me while at the same time massaging my balls. I felt his hand leave me for a moment then I felt coolness being rubbed against me. More butter. He now masturbated me with his hand sliding over the sensitive glans and around the head. Up and down, like milking a cow.

The wonderful part was that I had cum shortly before. Cum hard and long. I felt like they could go on stimulating me forever before I would cum. It felt so good!

I felt Mrs A replace her tongue with her finger. Much more filling and deeper. Her tongue continued to dance around her finger where it penetrated my anus keeping it smooth and slippery. Pushing deep! Is her finger touched my prostate I felt a surge of pleasure and I started ejaculating, the spasms so hard that I almost felt I was cramping. Mr A pumped my cock hard with long strokes, timing them exactly with each spasm. Nothing I had ever experiences compared to the intensity of this orgasm.

"Stop! Please stop," I said trying to push them away. "Please, no more." They both stopped moving but did not remove their hands, a finger deep in my anus and my cock and balls held firmly in warm hands. Mrs A continued to kiss my lower back, accompanied by little licks and bites. It all felt so warm and wonderful.

"You made quite a mess," Mrs A said. "Why don't you go up to the bedroom and wait for me while I do a quick clean up. George, what are you going to do?"

"I think I'll go to the club, old girl. Mark, my boy, consider our debt settled. The car I mean." He fondled my cock for a few moments longer then turned and left the kitchen.

I raised myself onto my hands and knees. "Come here Mommy." She moved round the counter till she was close enough for me to kiss. I kissed her hard and long, my tongue exploring deep. I could taste the slightly flinty taste of anal still on her tongue, making me explore deeper and to suck her tongue, all this time with her finger still in me. "I'll wait for you in the room. Don't be long."