Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Wife Watching, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - What happens when two men begin to desire their respective wives. What happens when the wives realize what their men are up to, and what they do about it.
The Earth didn't move, nor did lightning strike Danny Persons when he broke the Tenth Commandment for the third time that afternoon. Nubile Margie Morgan was the cause each time; the last occasion coming when she stopped several feet away from Danny and innocently adjusted her bikini bottoms by hooking her fingers under the skimpy material to pull it out of the crack of her ass. Margie was tall, quiet and sensuous. There was no question that she could have become a model. Her dark hair highlighted her light hazel eyes. On this day it was pulled up and fastened, showing off a graceful neckline.
Jesus, I'd love to nail that, he thought.
Margie was Vince Morgan's wife of four years; Vince and Danny worked together at Battinger's Manufacturing and were friendly rivals on the job. They were at the annual company picnic, or more accurately at the lake where Danny and Vince were seeing the other's wife in a bathing suit for the first time.
The two men had worked alongside one another ever since they were both hired; and on the same day at that.
They had even bought homes on the same block, although Vince had purchased his approximately a year before Danny. Their wives, Margie and Tessa had become best friends, usually went shopping together and alternated car-pooling their children to the first grade. The Morgan's had a girl, Tabby, and the Persons, a boy named Win.
While Danny was ogling Margie's delectable derrière, Vince was attempting to peek down Tessa's cleavage as he stood over her talking about one inane subject after another. Tessa was well aware of his eyes devouring her chest, but didn't object, in fact she seemed flattered to some extent. But, like Margie she was were well aware that flaunting her boobs at a company run affair was tantamount to ending their respective husband's career. And so after letting him have a good look, she reached behind her, found a T-shirt and pulled it on over her shoulders, obscuring his view.
On their behalf it should be stated that both Tessa and Margie wore conservative bathing attire. Tessa, of Scottish ancestry, stood 5'5" with cinnamon colored hair, cut short for the summer months. She had an overly large nose and a slim body with generous breasts that other women erroneously thought fake.
Margie, on the other hand, was Italian and stood 5'8", with a winning smile, curvaceous body, somewhat smaller breasts than Tessa, and tipped the scales at about 115 pounds.
Of course, neither Vince nor Danny mentioned the attraction they felt toward the other's spouse that day; but both began looking for an excuse to mention how hot they found the other's spouse.
That opportunity came two weeks later at the local camera club, when watching the slide presentation put on by the members a nude picture of a member's wife popped up on the screen.
This was unprecedented as far as Danny and Vince were concerned, although they soon learned that while unusual, it was not a first for the club.
They learned a little later that the woman in the slide was the wife of a fiftyish year old lawyer, and that she was thirty-two and his third wife.
Both men managed to corner the lawyer at the end of the meeting and were stunned to learn that the lawyer and his wife were swingers. They were shocked because he invited them to bring their wives to his home the following weekend for, as he put it: "Some fun and games."
On the way home, Vince bought the subject up, saying: "Imagine that guy putting up a picture of his wife like that."
"Imagine asking your wife if she wanted to go to a swinger's party next weekend," Danny countered.
"Never happen," Vince said and laughed nervously.
"Ever think about it?" Danny said, wanting the conversation to continue in this vein as he imagined Margie walking toward him totally nude.
"Are you kidding?" Vince shot back, "Never happen, guy. My Margie would never pose for any pictures like that, even if she knew I would be the only one to see them."
"I'd love to have a chance to fuck some strange," Danny said, adjusting himself so that Vince wouldn't see the bulge in his slacks.
"So would I, buddy boy, but not when you consider the price you pay if you're caught at it."
"Yeah, you're right about that. A messy divorce, maybe lose the house and kids."
"And alimony up the gazzo," Vince agreed.
But by this time both men were visualizing themselves fucking the other's wife. The seeds had been planted.
"Would, um ... Tessa..." Vince hesitated, but Danny waited him out. "I mean has she ever posed for any cheesecake shots. I mean, you know, in a bathing suit, or such?"
"As a matter of fact, she's a bit of an exhibitionist, Danny said. "Not that she'd let me show any of her at the club."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," Vince said, and realized his heart was pounding having learned that Tessa had posed for Danny. What would it take to get Danny to show him the pictures? "Um, you say she's an exhibitionist?"
"Oh, yeah..." Danny thought about what his wife would say if she learned he'd told Vince about her little fetish. "Look, Vince if I say anything about Tessa it stays here. It's just between us. You breathe a word to anyone and I'll kick the shit out of you. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Vince said. "Look I swear to God, I won't say a word to anyone."
Danny decided it was all right, and began to tell Vince about her.
"Tessa told me that the summer after she graduated high school she was at the beach with a couple other girls trying to work on their tans. She was wearing a small, string bikini to try to avoid tan lines. Well, you know how girls love to tan."
"Jesus, do I know ... Margie's always laying out catching the rays, but go on."
"After a while," Danny went on, "they ran into the ocean to cool off. But when the other went back to lie back down on their towels, Tessa stayed in to ride the waves and swim around. As she tells it, the beach was pretty crowded; there were tons of families with their kids too. Anyway, she was standing up and looking to see where her friends were when a wave knocked her over and when she finally managed to regain her footing she was coughing so much that she didn't notice her boobs were totally hanging out of her bikini."
"I gotta tell ya, Danny, Tessa's got some big hooters," Vince said. Danny noticed that Vince's voice had gotten hoarse, and gave him a strange look, but he was thoroughly into the story and quickly returned to it.
"Yeah, well she does, doesn't she? Anyway, she wasn't aware of it at first. Then she realized people were pointing her way. It didn't take an Einstein to realize it was her they were pointing at and when she spotted a mom covering her son's eyes she put her boobs back in the bikini and started to swim away, thinking she'd go ashore some distance down the beach and make her way back to the others from some point behind the people in the area.
"As she tells it, she was kinda embarrassed about the whole thing, only as she swam away she recalled the older guys and how they had probably gotten hard looking at her. She got turned on thinking about them jerking off later as they thought about her tits. And as she waded ashore a few minutes later she decided to try an experiment."
"Tessa told you this?" Vince croaked.
"Yeah, don't you and Margie share stuff like this?"
"Yeah, sure..." Vince rasped, but his face was flushed and Danny caught sight of it, but he too was turned on by the telling of Tessa's beach exhibition and he chose to ignore it.
"So what was the experiment, Danny?"
"Oh, it went something like this ... but I wasn't there, I mean, this is Tessa's story."
"I swear to God, Danny. What happens in this car stays in this car."
"Yeah ... Vegas like!" Danny laughed, and was quickly joined by Vince.
"So Tessa joined her friends and lay down on one of the blankets. Sitting close by were three couples, and as it happened the men sat facing Tessa and her friends, ogling them in a nice sort of way, you know, not staring too hard, but just enough so that the girls kind of enjoyed the attention and their wives didn't get pissed off.
"Tessa positioned herself so she faced the guys. Her so-called experiment was to see how turned on she'd get by revealing a little boob to them. And so, like a zillion girls had done before her, Tessa untied the bikini strings to her top as she lay on the blanket and waited.
"Oh, she mentioned that she'd kept her sunglasses on and that allowed her to peek at the men to see their reaction when began the experiment. Maybe ten minutes went by then she pretended to be startled and pushed herself up so that her whole upper body was off the ground. Her tits hung free and were swinging back and forth for a moment. She looked directly at the men. Remember she had the sunglasses on, so they couldn't tell. Anyway who in his right mind would have been looking at her eyes?"
"Jesus, yes," Vince agreed and reached between his legs to adjust his hardon.
"Got a woody, do you?" Danny laughed.
"Fuck you," Vince replied, but his embarrassment was obvious.
"Oh, I don't mind. In fact if I tell Tessa about this conversation she'll probably laugh and jump my bones."
"You're gonna tell her?"
"Jesus, you're fucking crazy."
"Maybe, you want to hear the rest of the story?"
"Yeah ... I do, man, Jesus!"
"So Tessa let her tits hang out for a second or two and watched as the one guy elbowed the other and he in turn nudged the third. She held the pose until satisfied that all three had had an opportunity to check her boobs out then she lay back down.
"Now here's what got me. She tells me she was so aroused she had a mini-orgasm. She actually thought about rising up again to give them a longer look, but decided against it, knowing her girlfriends would think her a slut if she repeated the process.
"Oh, by the way, none of her friends saw the boobs escape when she was in the water. But they all saw her expose them on the beach blanket, and thought nothing of it."
"That was some story," Vince said wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, "Um, any chance I might get a gander at some of those cheesecake pictures you took of her?"
Only the faint glimmer of an idea kept Danny from refusing outright. Instead he replied, "I kinda doubt it."
Vince seized upon his words, He didn't say no! And at that moment he began to plan on providing Danny with whatever he wanted in order to get to see the nude pictures of his wife, Tessa.
It occurred to Vince the best way to get Danny to show him Tessa's pictures was to provide similar pictures of his own wife. But he botched his first attempt when Margie caught him pulling the shower curtain to one side with a digital camera in his hand.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He hadn't planned on being caught, and therefore had no explanation handy.
"Vince ... I asked you what you think you're doing. Were you going to take my picture?"
"Um, no, I..."
"You were, weren't you? You were going to put me on the internet, weren't you?"
"No, no! I swear to God I wasn't."
"What were you going to do with them?"
"I ... I was ... I was going to save them."
Margie climbed out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. "What for?"
"Vince, you are the worst liar ever. You were going to take my picture in the nude. You must have had a reason; if not the internet, then what?"
"Ah, you won't believe me so why bother. I'm sorry. I thought ... I thought ... well, we're not going to be young forever, and I thought I'd take a couple pictures of how fine you are ... you know, in your prime. We could look back when we're older and say wow; you had some fantastic bod back in the day. Even compare to see how well we held up over the years."
"Vince, you are so full of shit."
"No, I mean it, Margie. I really mean it."
"Get out of here; I have to finish my shower. Oh, wait a minute! Did you take even one picture?"
"Um, no. You saw me just as I stuck the camera past the curtain."
"You'd better not have. But leave the damn camera here so I can check the review button when I finish up."
The next day, Margie told Tessa all about Vince's failed attempt. Both women were laughing over their wine glasses.
"So did he get your tits in focus?" Tessa giggled. "I swear, that's so sophomoric of him."
"Actually, he didn't even snap the shutter once. I must have caught him just as he pulled the curtain back."
Tessa couldn't stop giggling and it turned to laughter.
"It's not that funny, girl," Margie said, but began to laugh along with her girlfriend.
Tessa held up a hand as if to say, 'Wait, wait, I have to say something, but I can't at the moment.'
Eventually she regained control and after pausing to take a sip of her wine, she said, "It's really funny. Well you know that. The thing is Danny's been taking pictures of me, and I of him for some time now."
"How could you let..."
"I asked him too; right after he bought that camera. He was so proud of it. He kept showing me what it could do, and when I realized that he could take a picture and put it on the computer without having to send any negatives out in order to have a picture made, why I..."
"You what, Tessa?"
Tessa took a long sip of her wine then put the glass down on the coffee table and looked at her friend. "Give me your solemn word you won't tell a soul and I'll tell you."
"I swear to God, I won't breathe a word to anyone, and that includes, Vince."
"All right. I have to confess that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, Margie."
"You, an exhibitionist?"
"Have been for years." Then Tessa went on to tell Margie about her first experience at the ocean and how she had lost her top and later flaunted her breasts to the men sitting nearby.
"How could you?" Margie asked. She seemed stunned by the news of Tessa's streak of exhibitionism.
"You like your orgasms, Marge?"
"Do I? Who doesn't?"
"I had several that day ... without touching myself."
"So, girl, don't knock it until you've tried it," Tessa picked up her wineglass, drained it then held the glass out to Margie until she filled it to the brim again.
"I can understand the thing at the beach and all, but posing for pictures..."
"That certain feeling returns every time he snaps the shutter, Marge, every fucking time, excuse the language. That's what wine does to me. Anyway, I do take a good picture ... well Danny does. I meant I seem to pose well or whatever," she said, as the wine imbibed was now clouding her mind and not allowing her to formulate her sentences with the clarity she usually was capable of.
Margie refilled their glasses again, and then said, "I have a sort of confession of my own, Tessa.
"Good, I'm tired of talking."
"My first time involved exhibitionism. I just never thought of it as such until now."
"Oh, goody, I'm all ears," Tessa chirped. "Don't leave anything out, Marge. I wanna hear how big his dick was, and how many times you did it, and where you did it, and..."
"Okay, okay, enough already. I'll tell it all."
Margie took a sip of wine then put her feet up on the coffee table and took a deep breath. "It was right after I graduated high school. I loved riding, and my father had promised me if I got top grades he would pay for a summer camp at a prestigious riding academy in Virginia. I had the 2nd highest grade in the graduating class, and that got me into Cornell, but you know about that already."
"Go on, I'm all ears."
"What I didn't know was that the girl's academy was adjoined by a boy's soccer camp, and you know what seeing muscular, athletic boys can do to a girl's heartbeat. And so, our Head Mistress took it upon herself to see to it that each of 'her' girls had adequate sexual instruction so they didn't go home with a baby cached in their tummies. Her words, not mine.
"What I didn't learn until a year or so later was that the Head Mistress, whose name I won't repeat, had been a star performer in a Parisian sex show before returning to the states and taking the job at the riding academy."
"Wow, talk about going from the frying pan to the fire." Tessa said before gulping at her wine.
"Our first instruction set the tone for the rest of the camp. 'Ladies, ' she said, 'today instead of using pictures and films about the male genitalia, we'll be examining the real thing. You all know Gary and Beau.' These were two men who cared for the horses. Gary stood about five-eight, and wore a tee shirt over his muscular chest. He had short, black hair and was deeply tanned from working with the horses. Beau wore the same ensemble. He was about six feet tall, had a wiry build, a shock of red hair on his head, and his white face and arms were heavily freckled by the sun. On the wall behind our teacher hung a large, full color poster displaying a cutaway side view of a penis hanging down in front of a testicle. We sat on hay bales waiting for the lesson to proceed.
The men sat on hay bales and removed their boots, then stood and unbuckled their jeans. After slipping off their jeans and under shorts, they put their boots back on. She told them to pull off their tee shirts too, so they stood facing us, naked except for cowboy boots.
'Men's genitals come in two types, cut and uncut, ' the Head Mistress said. 'The cut penis is often referred to as the circumcised penis; the uncut as just that, uncut. I've picked these two men as they demonstrate both types.
'As you can see, Gary still has his foreskin, and in its flaccid state, his foreskin conceals the glands of his penis. The gland of Beau's penis is exposed because his foreskin has been cut off. These men also provide a good example of just how men's penises vary in size and shape.'
Margie paused to look directly at Tessa and saw that she was hanging on every word.
"She had a point. Gary had a dark brown dick, short and fat. Beau's was long and skinny, very white, except for the grayish pink knob on the end. To our surprise, the Head Mistress took each penis in hand and measured them. Up to that point I had never handed a penis, except for my cousin Arthur, but he was only eight months old when I learned how to change his diaper, but I digress. Flaccid, Gary measured 2 inches; Beau on the other hand, was twice that size.
"We were told to give them each an erection in order to see how large the penis became just prior to intercourse. Peggy and Deidre raised their hands as volunteers, thinking they would be jerking the men off. But they were caught by surprise when the Head Mistress ordered them to remove their riding pants and panties. I was as embarrassed as Peggy and Deidre, and thought they might refuse, but they didn't and quickly removed their clothing and stood half-naked before us all.
"Peggy was told to sit on a high bench that was covered with a horse blanket. All she wore was her black cap, red jacket, and riding boots. I still recall her black bushy twat, and how the hairs glistened after handling Beau's penis. The reason she was so wet was that before she got to handle him, the Head Mistress had Beau lick her long, thick lipped pussy.
"I can tell you I was as wet as I've ever been watching him squatting in front of her and rubbing his nose in her bush while he ate her out. He knew what he was about too. It occurred to me that evening that he must repeat that performance with each and every class at the academy.
"At any rate, Beau's cock began to thicken quickly enough; swelling and growing in length with each unconscious twitching jerk until it stood out at a forty-five degree angle, twitching with each and every heartbeat. His white shaft curved upward slightly and the skinless knob became purple. In the center of the head, a string of clear juice hung from an opening that resembled small vertical lips. His ball pouch sprouted a few hairs, red like his bush. The Head Mistress knelt and measured his erection and wrote the results under his name: "Six and a half inches."
Peggy began to sob when Beau was told to cease his cunnilingus on her, and was reprimanded by the Head Mistress, who refused to let her show her distress at being denied satisfaction. None of us girls knew that we would be more than satisfied before the lessons were over with.
"Jesus, Margie, I wish I'd gotten to go to a class like that," Tessa said, wishing she could use Margie's bathroom for a few minutes to masturbate.
"Yeah, it was a once in a lifetime thing. You know, I checked them out a few weeks ago. I was thinking of sending Tabby there in another ten years or so."
"Margie! Tabby would only be 16!"
"I know, I know! That's really stupid of me, I meant after she graduated at eighteen, like me."
"Even so ... it is a little young..."
"Relax Tessa. The place doesn't exist anymore. It was closed twelve years ago. I think right after the Head Mistress died."
"Anyway, back to the Academy ... Gary licked Deidre until he was hard as a rock. She and I had masturbated together the previous night and I knew Gary had his nose in a silky, straight brown-haired twat. I looked on as he ate her with gusto and saw his dick swell as it filled with blood. His erection was bigger than Beau's, and it curved like a banana. His testicles were heavier than his partner's and it appeared that his left ball hung lower than the right. I don't know why I still recall that fact, but I do.
"Christ, this is making me hot; how about you, Tessa?"
"Well, maybe just a bit. Go on with it, I'll survive."
"But what was more interesting was what his foreskin did. As his erection grew, the foreskin peeled back, exposing his cockhead as it peeled ... is that the right word? It seems right ... yes, it peeled back behind the ridge, or corona. I have learned a few things anatomically since then, haven't I?"
Margie laughed at herself and took another sip of her wine.
"Anyway, his cockhead was thicker than Beau's, and the head was even bigger yet. It was a dark purple, with a rim that flared out like a blooming flower, looking slick and shiny. The little mouth seemed to be smiling as it drooled pre-semen; at least I think it's called that.
"Moments later the Head Mistress separated them in order to measure Gary's penis.
"Ladies," she said, "I do hope you now realize that one cannot tell from a man's flaccid state just how large he'll be when fully aroused. Nor is there any correlation between a man's physical stature and the size of his erection. Even though Gary is a small man, he is hung with a big cock.
"To my surprise, the Head Mistress had the good graces to blush as she measured Gary's penis. 'Eight and a half inches in length, and... ' she paused after the second measurement in what must have been disbelief, "Girth of shaft ... five inches..."
"Several of us girls either sighed or moaned at his thickness was announced, and I almost missed the third measurement. Remember, Beau only had the one measurement, meaning Gary was a special specimen. 'Girth of corona ... my God, it's five inches!'
"We waited with baited breath while she took the last measurement again and then tossed the tape aside.
"Ladies," said the Head Mistress, "I want you all to examine their genitalia up close. You can be as rough as you want when handling their swollen penises, but you can hurt them if you squeeze their testicles too hard."
When it was my turn, I felt up Beau first. I rubbed his pre-semen all over his skinless head while I stroked his shaft in my other fist. This made him even bigger and harder.
I massaged his hard balls around in his bag. Feeling up Gary was even more fun
because the end of his erection was soaked and dripping. His ball sacs were looser, so there was plenty of room to move his big, hard balls around with my hands. As I played with his cock, I could smell the musk of his balls and a very faint piss smell mixed with his sweat.
Tessa drained her glass of wine, and said, "Jesus, Margie, you either have a photographic memory or a great imagination."
"It's photographic. I remember everything imaginable," Margie replied. "Shall I go on?"
"Please..." Tessa said with a wave of her hand.
"I pulled his skin completely down and rubbed his juice all over his swollen head. His cockhead felt soft and silky compared to the rougher feel of Beau's. I think it surprised him when I took the thick head of his cock in my mouth. Gary sighed and his cock got harder. I sucked his precum into my mouth. What have I been calling it ... pre-semen? Oh, sometimes I'm so stupid.
"Anyway, I tasted him, or his precum; it had a salty flavor to it and the skin of my tongue felt astringent as his precum tried to neutralize my mouth acids. It's funny, but Vince's sperm has a similar taste. How does Danny's taste?"
"Hmm, funny you should ask, Marge ... he's not salty, not at all. He does have a kind of sweet flavor, although not overpowering sweet if you know what I mean," Tessa answered and shimmied about in her seat as if suddenly uncomfortable.
"Interesting," Margie said in reply, "Kind of sweet ... that's very interesting."
"Anyway, the Head Mistress interrupted us about then saying, "I'm going to copulate with the men. They will ejaculate outside my vagina so you can see what happens during insemination.
"Our eyes were glued to her as she undressed; I noted the gusset of her panties was soaked. I was gratified to know that she was as hot as I was. It took me a moment to realize that we were not going to get laid, whereas she was, and twice at that.
"She spread a blanket over some hay bales and got on her hands and knees at the right height for the men to walk up and mount her from the rear. Unperturbed by her compromising position, our mistress continued her lecture: 'Contrary to popular belief, the so-called missionary position is not the natural position for human sexual intercourse. If you've ever been to a zoo and happened to witness our chimpanzee cousins copulating, you know that the male enters from the rear and this is the natural position for human copulation. Beau will now copulate with me in this position.'
"Beau's erection had gone down some, but the sight of the Head Mistress's big tits hanging over the hay bale combined with her wide ass spread out, soon had him at full size. Even though she had allowed her reddish brown pubic hair to grow wild she was so aroused that her swollen pussy protruded out of her mane, and the thick, dark lips dripped with her juices.
"Beau put his cock in her and slowly thrust his hips to and fro until her pussy swallowed his entire member. I remember being astonished at her ability to accept his entirety.
"From the way they went at it, we could tell this wasn't their first time together. Beau seemed to know when she was about to come because he reached around her and stroked her hard clit. She spasmed in a long powerful orgasm as Beau gave her short deep thrusts, keeping her pussy full. When she had come down she instructed all of us to: "Watch Beau ejaculate his semen." I was selected to get behind him and feel the ridge between his anus and his scrotal sack. It was the only time in my life that I felt a man pumping his semen."
"Really?" Tessa said, "I thought you felt it every time Vince came inside you."
"I do, but that's a very different feeling. That's inside you, this was inside him, and that's quite a difference."
"Oh, yeah, I guess you're right."
"I am," Margie said, and went on with her story. "I put my fingertips behind his balls and Beau started to fuck the Head Mistress again. He grasped the sides of her pelvis and used his legs and buttocks to ram her with his penis. I thrilled to the sensation his fucking caused as he slammed into her and, in my mind, me as well.
"He grunted, pulled out and dropped his wet penis on her ass. His erection jerked up and spat out thick streams of cum, forming a pool of semen in the small of her back. When he had squirted a half-dozen or so times, his ejaculation petered down to just a slight oozing and he was done for the time being."
Margie wiped her forehead and declared, "You'll have to excuse me a minute, Tessa. I have to pee very badly." That said, Margie headed for the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Tessa waited until she was sure Margie wouldn't come storming back to finish the story then hiked her dress up to her waist, and with one hand in her panties circling her clit, she ground her pelvis into the arm of the sofa she had been sitting on.
She was almost at the point of coming when she heard the toilet flush and quickly yanked her hand out of her underwear and smoothed her dress back into place and sat down.
As Margie sauntered back into the room, looking overly refreshed, Tessa realized she had left a wet stain on the sofa's arm.
Tessa worried about Margie spotting the stain, but she needn't have, for Margie had used the bathroom to get herself off, and now that she had scratched her itch, so to speak, she paid scant attention to Tessa and resumed her story of seduction.
"Um, sorry about that," she said.
Tessa quickly replied, "Girl when you have to go you have to go, and if you don't mind waiting, I have to do just that," and without another word, she went into the bathroom and sat down on a very warm toilet seat and finished her masturbatory exercise.
While Tessa was jilling off, Margie saw the wet stain on the arm of the sofa and smiled to herself. Looks like my story affected both of us the same way. Tessa's every bit as horny as I am.
Margie resumed the story when Tessa returned. Neither woman made eye contact for the moment although both knew the other had jilled off while in the bathroom.
"Then it was Gary's turn. By the way, the Head Mistress remained in place on the bales of hay throughout the entire exercise.
"I think I was supposed to relinquish my place behind the man after Beau finished, but she was still enjoying her orgasm or orgasms, and didn't tell anyone to replace me. So there I was from the get go, so to speak. I took advantage by massaging his testicles and the root of his cock until he filled the Head Mistress with his big, hard tool."
Margie closed her eyes as the vivid memory of Gary's cock gave her another mini-orgasm. Tessa saw Margie's legs buckle and asked if she were all right.
"Yeah ... I'm fine. All this talk about Gary and her seems to have gotten the better of me."
"Come sit next to me, you shouldn't be standing anyway."
"You're right, Tessa," and she sat down beside her friend.
"I was touching or holding his penis throughout the copulation with the Head Mistress. Believe me, it wasn't easy to do."
"As big as he was, I can imagine it was quite a struggle for you," Tessa said as she realized their thighs were touching.
"It was," Margie said. "I had to time my movements with his ramming to stay in touch with his crotch. Anyway, the Mistress went into what I thought was a series of convulsions, but it was her way of coming big time. I have to hand it to Gary; he kept plowing away at her for several more minutes until she held her hand up as if imploring him to stop. But poor Gary couldn't stop at that point; he was this close to ejaculating himself." Margie held her thumb and forefinger millimeter's apart signifying how close he must have been."
Both Margie and Tessa were rubbing their respective pussies through their clothing; neither noticing what the other was doing.
"Gary pulled his steaming cock out of her and I had to grab at it – and so when he came, and boy did he cum – I was holding him over the Head Mistresses behind, jerking him off without realizing it – and got to see him explode up close and personal, if you know what I mean. He hit her shoulder blades with the first blast; the others fell short but managed to cover both ass cheeks and most of my wrist and hand."
"Jesus, Margie ... I can't ... I mean..."
"Use the bathroom, Tessa, I did."
Tessa scampered into the bathroom and masturbated for the second time since arriving at Margie's home.
Margie pulled her slacks down and fingered herself to a second climax and was wiping herself with a tissue when Tessa returned to the room.
"Oh ... I'm sorry, Marge. I didn't mean to..."
"Forget it. I assume you were doing the same thing in there."
"Well ... I..."
"I said forget it. We were both a little excited by my recollections."
"That's true, Marge. That's for sure." So did you want to finish the story or leave it as is?"
"I'll try to sum it up."
"Oh, good. I hate not knowing how it ended."
"Well, about that time a Mr. Charles arrived. He was tall, lean gentleman with a large bushy mustache who ran the boys soccer camp. The Head Mistress apparently knew him very well as she suborned him into taking part. In fact, I was his mating partner.
"Deidre, Peggy and I each sat on a bench of our own. The benches were narrow enough for us to straddle comfortably. Stirrups hung from the sides of the benches. The men lay on their backs on the benches. I straddled Mr. Charles' head while Deidre and Peggy did the same to Beau and Gary so they could eat our pussies.
"Tessa, there's no denying it, I adore being licked down there."
"I won't lie," said Tessa, "I love it too."
The two women smiled at one another, and yet another seed was planted.
"Mr. Charles knew how to use his tongue: he even rimmed my butt hole and sent me off into the stratosphere with my first orgasm."
"I'm not at all surprised," said Tessa. "You'd had some preliminary leading up to it."
"Yeah, I certainly did. One thing I learned afterward. No girl had ever complained about the Head Mistresses learning curve for girls."
"Mr. Charles brought me off a couple more times, although I think hearing Deidre and Peggy grunting through their respective 'O's might have had something to do with it. Peggy swore to me later that I'd triggered hers, so..."
"How many times did you cum, Marge?"
"I have no idea, other than it was plenty. I mean, after Mr. Charles fucked my cherry away I could hardly stand, never mind walk or ride a horse for the remainder of the day.
"He must have stored it up for a week or more. I think, and I'm not sure, but I think he came in me four times. I mean, Beau and Gary had already unloaded on the Head Mistress, so Deidre and Peggy didn't get all they had like I did.
"The three of us, and probably the head Mistress were totally wasted from all the fucking and sucking we went through. I know Gary and Beau had, or took the next day off.
"And did I mention the river of sperm that ran out of me as I staggered away from the bench?"
"No!" Tessa groaned as she began rubbing her pussy without caring what Margie saw or said.
"Oh, go ahead and jill off," Margie said rubbing herself almost as hard as Tessa was.