6: Pussy galore.
For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots.
We had arranged to meet up at six as I had work to finish up and other routine chores to sort out before we got down to the fun stuff.
Angie arrived first with a bottle of her best bubbly. Ruth was second with a freshly baked apple and cherry pie. Finally, there was Sharon, who smuggled in her bad girl's box of naughty sex toys. We were, as Barney Rubble would say, ready to rock and roll.
*
The days we had been together had bonded us into a tight little group and our sexual adventures had been as amazing as I had hoped for and could ever have imagined. I had pretty much crossed off all my "must try that!" boxes on my to do list and it was Angie, Ruth, and Sharon who would add that extra bit of spice to our sex games. One little extra treat this time was spanking some mature ass.
Sometimes being innocent and naive is a good thing. Not knowing what something will be like means it's more of a surprise when you discover exactly what it is like. Who knew that slapping a mature woman's bare bottom would be so much damned sexy silly fun?! Not me. But as Ruth hopped around my living room in her purple lingerie with both hands clasped around her bright red butt cheeks, the penny dropped big time. I looked up at Sharon who was wearing white stockings and suspenders and nothing else.
She glanced at me ruefully as she took her position over my knee as I sat naked on my sofa. "Don't get any funny ideas, alright?" she muttered as I bounced her up and down on my lap to get her ass in just the right position, "Ruth can take much more than I can. That woman has a cast iron bottom that can take anything. Isn't that right, Angie?"
Angie laughed. "Definitely," she agreed, "I thought I could take a good hiding but Ruth put's me and my fat ass to shame. Remember that time when we used those garden canes on her?"
Sharon reached up and brushed her blonde hair from her face. "Oh God, yes. That was ridiculous. We had her bent over the end of her bed and took turns in walloping her cheeks with them. She kept complaining we weren't doing it hard enough. By the time we had finished with her, her bum was this bruised mass of angry looking marks and welts."
I glanced at Ruth who made a face.
"Hey, what can I say?" she laughed, looking slightly embarrassed as my attention dropped to her inviting snatch, "I loved every second of that thing even though it took a week for my ass to clear up. I guess it's the submissive nature of it that turns me on."
"Hey," complained Sharon, wiggling her pristine posterior in my face, "I'm waiting, hon," she urged, "Warm this old matron up so she's good to go for the fucking later on!"
So I did. Spanking is weird. It's like playing whack-a-mole for adults. The running commentary had everyone in the room laughing as Sharon directed traffic. "No, no. Don't spank me there, silly. Over here. On the right cheek. OW! Up a bit. OOH! Do it a bit harder. YEOWCH! Not THAT HARD! EEK! Oh, wow. My ass feels so damned hot!"
And so on. Enough to make her jump out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Sharon joined Ruth as they both hugged and rubbed each other's well-spanked bottoms. Now it was Angie's turn and she was across my lap in the blink of an eye.
Once she had settled down, she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
"Have fun," she whispered as she raised herself for her first smack of the day.
The room echoed to the sound of my hand on her ass as she yelped and wriggled as I gave her a hard spanking that lasted a good long while. By the time we were finished, both Angie and I were panting hard for totally different reasons.
She got up and joined her well-spanked friends and they stood to examine and rub each others' smarting backsides to help ease the sting.
From nothing, spanking had become a thing.
*
"We've got a little treat for you, Ben," said Ruth as the other two women sat on my double bed. "Something you might like," she teased as she joined her friends who let her slip between them, "You just sit there and let us girls put on a show for you."
Sharon reached down and opened her naughty box of sex toys. "Here we go ladies," she grinned, "Choose your weapon of choice," she told them as she waved around her poodle pink vibrator.
That show was a writhing female on female sex orgy that had me wide-eyed and painfully hard in seconds. Plastic dicks were shoved into eager cunts. Rubber dildoes were thrust up tight, well-lubed assholes. Voluptuous bosoms were licked, kissed, mauled, and sucked with each tender pussy hotly fingered, fake fucked, and loved in equal measure. The bedroom was filled with the sound of women having orgasms as I sat there playing with my straining cock.
It was Sharon who suggested I join their little orgy.
She rolled to one side and urged her two lovers to do the same, until all three lay there on their backs with their thighs wide open invitingly.
"Hey you," she grinned as she held out her hand, "You've got three eager beavers here just waiting for someone to take care of them. Think you can handle all three of us at once?"
Was that a challenge? I'll show them. Three against one. Here's where I graduated top of the class in sex school. Finger crossed.
From left to right, it was Angie, Sharon, and Ruth. My plan of attack was to do Sharon first and use both hands to masturbate Angie and Ruth before switching them around. In no time, I was between the blonde's quivering thighs with my mouth pressed against her soaking pussy as I shoved my tongue up into her hot slot. Either side, I was three fingers deep in Angie and Ruth as I rubbed the pad of my thumb on their sensitive buttons as all three women writhed and moaned on the bed.
The sweet smell of their sex wafted around me and drove me to greater efforts to satisfy their wanton needs. Ruth came first, then Sharon, and, finally, Angie who shuddered and groaned loudly as her climax took her.
After a short rest, Ruth climbed over a sweaty recovering Sharon and squeezed in between her.
"My turn to get my cunt licked. Have at it, Benjamin." She spread her thighs wide apart and lifted her vulva eagerly for my lips.
Long moments passed as I pleasured them all again with Angie finally settling down into the middle of the trio for her turn. As I licked her out, I glanced up to see all three women hugging and kissing as they groped each other's tits. Angie orgasmed with a loud squeal as Ruth and Sharon sucked a succulent teat each.
Okay. Enough. I was breathing hard and my face was soaked with the sheen of leaked pussy juices. I was hard as iron and ached all over from the effort not to ejaculate over them. It was my turn, dammit!
*
The ladies were talking cock.
My cock. I lay back on the bed with three naked women huddled around my engorged member. Ruth lay across my stomach so that everything below my belly button was hidden from view. The conversation was rude, ribald, and very personal as I felt their hands all over my pole and ball sack.
"Maybe we should give it a name," said Ruth as she gave the knob a quick flick of her tongue. "Something to call it when we're in polite company, out shopping, or sitting in a cafe having a cup of coffee."
I felt Angie stretching out the skin of my scrotum making my testicles do somersaults in their confinement.
"You mean like Harry?" she pondered with a naughty look on her face.
Sharon burst out laughing. "Harry?" she exclaimed as she slowly wanked my pole, "More like Charlie. Charlie the Cock."
I don't think I could handle having a dick called Charlie.
"Percy," said Ruth, "Percy the Penis. That would work."
Angie and Sharon couldn't speak. Both of the women were rolling around giggling as they waved my nine inches plus pussy plunger around like it was a magic wand. It looked like my outsized appendage had just been christened. Awesome.
Ruth looked at me and raised her eyebrows. "Well?"
I gave a short laugh.
"You can call it anything you like so long as I can shove it wherever I want and have the spunk sucked out of it. I'm easy."
All three women began to lick and suck me at once and my head dropped back onto the pillow as I curled my toes in delight. I thought for one moment they were going to suck me off and drink my spunk. But no. They had other plans.
A little game called "Pass the cock."
*
I stood looking down at three bare backsides.
They were kneeling at the bottom of the double bed and I was about to fuck each of them in turn. All three were lubed up in either orifice and it was up to them to choose which hole for me to fuck.
"Angie?" I asked her as she was the one on the left and first to go.
She was blushing as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Um, up my ass, Ben," she said sexily, "Shove Percy up my ass and fuck it hard."
"Ruth?"
Ruth looked in two minds. I knew anal wasn't really her thing but sometimes desire and lust overcome reason. But not this time. "My pussy, please," she asked. "I just want to feel that huge dick of yours shoved deep into my poor pussy."
Okey dokey.
"Sharon?"
Did I have to ask? Not really. Sharon looked me in the eye and licked her lips.
"You know where I want that big old thing, hon," she urged as she reached back and pulled her bum cheeks as wide apart as they would go. "Having experienced it once, anything else would feel like a letdown. I am so glad you're hung like a donkey and I just love getting that thing stuffed up my tight little asshole. When my turn comes, don't you dare go easy on me, okay?"
I gave her a slight nod. Got that.
One regular ass fuck. One deep pussy fuck. One no holds bars anal reaming to go.
And we'll all have a side order of fries to go with that.
*
Angie got her anal oats first. I got behind her raised ass as she held herself open with her brown anus running with lube and glistening in the low light of my bedroom. I presented my swollen cock head to her weeping hole and forced it in past the tight ring as Angie gave a long groan and a quick yelp as the knob disappeared from view.
"Holy Christ, Ben," she gasped and winced, "You are far too big for your own good, hon.