Pants in the Country

Strange title for a story.

Many, many years ago I read a letter in a men’s magazine with that title and the couples involved reminded me of a couple of people I worked with. They even drove the same cars.

It was probably only a dozen shortish paragraphs and was about how a brother and sister in an MG sports car had broken down and were rescued by a married couple in a mini. The husband got a blowjob from the sister and the brother fucked the wife on the grass verge. There was no build up and the letter ended just after the brief sex.

I lost the magazine a long time ago but the basics of the story have always stayed in my mind and formed the inspiration for this much longer version with the action taking place in a holiday cottage.

So this is with thanks to that original writer. I don’t who you are but I have kept your original title as a mark of respect.

A brief note on terminology. I have tried to use ’70s descriptions. So, for example, we now all know what a “spit-roast” is, but I don’t remember the term ever being used at the time so I haven’t used it here. After 50 years my memory of what slang we used in the British Midlands is a bit hazy, so I will no doubt have got some items wrong. One deliberate change is in my avoiding the word fanny in deference to American readers. It was the most often used term at the time but means something completely different in the USA. I know most American readers can make that adjustment, but I think it reads just that bit easier if they don’t have to.

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They talk about the swinging sixties. That may have been true for the London set, but it was the very late ’60s and early ’70s before that permissiveness really filtered out into the rest of the country. Micro-mini skirts, see through blouses and hot-pants that looked like a small pair of knickers. Bras were only worn by larger breasted young women who really needed the support and not always then. Those were the visible signs, but it was the pill that made the really big difference. There was a sudden and massive change in the way women considered sex. Something that had been bottled up had now been given a good shake and the cap removed.

I’m Ray and I was 23 and married to a beautiful 20 year old called Lesley. When we started dating she was still at school and was at that stage referred to as gawky. Then, as she grew older she blossomed into an incredibly beautiful woman. She was tiny, about 5 foot 1, slim and with blonde shoulder-length hair usually worn in an imitation of one of Vidal Sassoon’s geometric cuts. Her breasts were small but perky with prominent long nipples. She seldom wore a bra and when she did they were wispy little things worn more for decorative effect than anything. She loved skimpy or translucent tops.

The most spectacular thing about her though, were her legs. She may have been small but her legs were really slim and so long they looked as if they went all the way up to her armpits. She favoured micro-mini skirts with skimpy knickers and she enjoyed bending over to give men a quick flash of her arse and legs. She was insatiable and had a wide-eyed look that said “You want to do what to me you pervert? Oh, OK. And then do it again just in case I like it.”

People we worked with threw a lot of house parties. Nothing sinister; just birthdays, house-warming and any excuse we could come up with. Most of us did not have children so it was loud music, late nights and lots and lots of alcohol.

Lesley and I would have a couple of drinks and then split up and find other people to “snog”. As the night wore on this would usually turn into groping and a lot of fumbling under clothing. Feeling breasts was pretty much a given, hands in knickers was reasonably common and I had managed to insert a couple of fingers on a number of occasions. I once even got a handjob from a secretary who was a fair few years older than me.

I’m pretty sure Lesley went further and even gave a couple of blowjobs. They were “don’t ask, don’t tell” situations but Lesley was often giggly when I asked if she had enjoyed herself. I was most suspicious of those few nights when she would not kiss me on the way home but waited until she got changed for bed and had brushed her teeth. We constantly honed our oral skills on each other and Lesley was rightly proud of her ability.

We were young, constantly horny and like most similar couples at the time eager to push those boundaries our parents used to worry about. Britain had started to get Color Climax films smuggled in and men would arrange stag evenings where we would borrow an 8mm projector, meet down the pub and get drunk then go back to a mate’s house to watch them. The good ones were watched 3 or 4 times. Each film was about 10 minutes long but they were a hell of an eye opener for most of us younger men at the time. It gave us ideas that we were sure we would never get to carry out.

Turns out that some of us were wrong

Like most young married couples Lesley and I did not have much money. Firms considered adulthood to start at 21 and wages for anyone below that age were minimal. Because of this we had very little in savings but now that I was older I was finally earning enough to have bought a car. It was an old mini, one of the early ones with sliding windows and a door opening mechanism that was a plastic covered cable. Like most cars of the time it was basic and it was essential to know how it worked in order to keep it running. Most young couples at the time did not own a car so I considered myself lucky.

A friend at work had told me about a country cottage on the edge of the Dales that his family had loved and which was only easily reached by car so was reasonably cheap. He gave us the brochure which told us that it had thick stone walls and was probably originally a shelter for sheep or cattle during winter months. It was basically single storey and had been converted with a complete set of rooms on the ground floor including a small bedroom. The big selling point though was that they had constructed an upstairs floor under the eaves and put in a large bedroom with en-suite. It had a steep pitched roof with exposed wooden beams and very large windows looking out over the countryside. It looked absolutely stunning. Little did we know that we would not see it for the first couple of days!

We managed to book it for a week during what passed for summer in Britain. In those days when you did everything by post it was all a bit hit and miss what dates you would end up with. We lucked out and the weather forecast was predicting that we would get one of the hottest weeks of the year.

We set off on Saturday morning with a load of luggage and enough food to last us a couple of days until we could find a supermarket to restock. Spare towels, bed linen and other items as we had never done one of these holidays before and wanted to be prepared. The mini was pretty well packed. Though not surprisingly I had managed to find space for some bottles of beer (just in case)!

When we started out we had clear skies which boded well for later but the lack of overnight cloud cover meant it was a bit chilly. Lesley was wearing one of her usual micro-mini skirts with bare legs and a halter neck top of some thin, stretchy material that clung to her tits and highlighted them beautifully. It cut away drastically at the sides and joined again just above waist height at the back and gave a good view of the side of her small breasts. As it could not be worn with a bra the cold air made her nipples stick out but she also wore a thin, unbuttoned cardigan to cover her arms and back. We knew that the heater in the mini was great at warming your legs but by the time the heat reached the top of your body the car would be stifling and your legs burning. An open cardigan was a good compromise.

By mid-day it was starting to get really hot and we stopped at a country pub for a meal and a drink to celebrate the start of our holiday. During the meal she took off her cardigan. “Much cooler,” she said when I raised a quizzical eyebrow. Again her nipples stuck out but this time it was not because of the cold. Most of the customers were families but I could see the husbands sneaking a look every time they thought their wives could not see them doing it. Lesley had a little sly smile to show she knew what she was doing and enjoying the reaction.

We were now really relaxed and in the holiday mood as we lazily wound around the small country roads, passing through quiet villages. After about half an hour the beer was starting to work its way through and I told Lesley that I would have to stop when I saw a suitably secluded spot. Another mile or so and I found a small lane with hedgerows on either side, so I pulled over and strolled to a tree to relieve myself. It wasn’t until I had started that I noticed an MG Midget pulled into the entrance to a field nearby. There appeared to be a couple sitting in it and the canvas top was up, so I assumed it was some kind of secret tryst and they would be too occupied to notice me.

I was just getting back to the car when I noticed the bloke from the MG get out and hurry towards us. I was worried that he was going to complain that he and his girlfriend had seen me pissing but he gave a little wave and a smile so I started to relax. When he got nearer I noticed that he was only in his early 20s — blonde, about 6 ft 2 and very fit. Lesley was standing next to the mini having a cigarette and gave a little sigh and said “I would love a piece of that.”

“Thank God we spotted you,” he said. “We broke down and my sister and I were thinking we would have a long walk trying to find someone to help. We need someone give us a lift into the next village so we can arrange to get our car picked up.”

“The lift won’t be a problem,” I replied, “But I don’t think you will find somebody from a garage to come out on a Saturday afternoon. Most of them close at lunchtime. We are just on our way to a cottage where they have a phone and we can call around and try to find someone if that would help.”

“We would LOVE to help,” added Lesley and from the look he gave her I knew he had noticed the invitation and I wondered whether it would lead anywhere.

He held out his hand to me without removing his gaze from her. “My name’s Steve and my sister’s Jenny. You don’t know how grateful we are for this.”

He waved for his sister to join us and as soon as she got out of the car I was lusting after her. Very tall, like Steve, and slim with long red hair. She was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter sweater and as I found out later, 19 years old. Where Lesley was all legs what you noticed about Jenny was her breasts. They were not massive but were beautifully plump and the sweater left you in no doubt that she knew where men were looking and was happy with that. Lesley would have been roughly at eye-to-nipple level.

They climbed into the back of the car while we decided what to do next. As the mini is a 2-door car they got in from Lesley’s side. Jenny got in first and I immediately jumped into the driver’s seat so I could get a good look at her tits while she climbed in. Nice arse too in those tight jeans. Because we had some bags of clothes on the back seat it was a bit crowded and Lesley helped Steve get in. To be honest where she was putting her hands was probably not really helping but I never heard him complain.

“So, where were you heading?” I asked.

“Steve was giving me a lift to meet up with my friend later today,” Jenny replied, “Then we were off for a week’s holiday. As soon as Steve had dropped me off he was heading home. He has work Monday.”

That sounded interesting. “How much further is it to your friend’s house?”

Jenny looked at Steve. “About 10 miles more?”

He grunted his agreement, so I started asking him about his car problem and it sounded like one of the cells in his battery had died. That meant we would be able to get a replacement battery from a car factors and they would be open both Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning which gave me an idea. “Sounds like the phone at the cottage would be your best bet after all. We could phone around to find who had an MG battery in stock.”

I had mainly kept the conversation going so I could keep glancing admiringly at Jenny. Steve was equally struck with the expanse of Lesley’s legs that were on show in her mini skirt and he was leaning as far forward as he could to get the best view of them. Because of how cramped Steve and Jenny were in the back seat Steve had put his right arm through the gap between the front seats and I had noticed he had been sneakily brushing the back of his nails lightly down Lesley’s exposed side. He was now getting closer and closer to her right breast.

I made it clear that I had seen what he was doing. “Lesley’s enjoying that, look how hard her nipple is.” His immediate response was, “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” It was obvious to all of us that he already knew because he did not pause for a moment to check.

That did not stop Lesley from pulling the halter to one side and showing her nipple to him. “Look, it is poking out and it is really, really stiff.” I will bet it was not the only thing that was stiff!

He then wet the end of his index finger and brushed the tip of her nipple with it. He continued to do this while we all carried on talking as if nothing was happening. Then Lesley leaned her head back over the seat and kissed him and he pushed his hand into her top and started softly stroking her breast.

I suggested that as they looked uncomfortable kissing (!) like that it would make more sense for Lesley to get in the back seat with him. Lesley almost jumped out the car in her eagerness and leaned back against the open door. Steve climbed out and almost fell straight on to her. They stood there with Steve pinning her in the angle between car and door, mouths locked together.

Steve immediately pulled the sides of her halter top together so both of her breasts were exposed and he could play with them. He put his left arm behind her back and his right hand roamed from breast to breast stroking and fondling them. Jenny only just about managed to squeeze past them and turned to give me a big smile before she said “Get in the back you pair of exhibitionists.”

That gap that Steve had had trouble getting through only minutes before didn’t give them a moment’s pause as they oozed through on a wave of pheromones. When they were safely in the back Jenny closed the door and walked around to my side of the car. “Shall we give them a little privacy?” I was not going to point out that there really isn’t that much privacy in the back a mini.

I got out and we stood side-by-side leaning against the front wing. I put my left arm around her and rested my hand on her breast and she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. That was a good sign so I just cupped her sweater covered breast and slowly massaged it. She gave a warm sigh into the side of my neck.

After a couple of minutes of this we turned to look how Lesley and Steve were getting on.

Steve had his arm around Lesley and she had cuddled into his side and they were frantically taking turns thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths. Meanwhile Steve was caressing her tits and rolling and tugging her nipples, then bending forward to suck and gently bite them. Lesley had stretched out and straightened her legs which pushed her bum forward slightly. While Steve’s mouth was still busy on her breasts his hand started stroking her thigh and gradually working her mini-skirt up (it didn’t have to go far).

Lesley slid a little further forward and opened her knees to give him better access. He put his hand over the thin material of her tiny panties and started to rub his middle finger up and down her covered slit.

I glanced at Jenny who was watching this with as much interest as me. Steve had now got his fingers into the side of Lesley’s panties and it was obvious from his hand movements that he was gently fingering my wife. She pushed her face into the side of his neck and started nuzzling and kissing up and down his throat.

Jenny turned toward me, reached over and pulled down my zip. Her hand went in and fished out my aching dick and slowly started to wank it and I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underpants down below my balls to give her better access. Jenny smiled again and slowly worked on my erect cock. I tried to pull her sweater up but it was as tight as I suspected and I couldn’t really get at those wonderful breasts.

We were occupied by what we were doing for a few minutes then heard Lesley say “Ooh, that’s nice.” Lesley’s knickers were now completely off and Steve had more freedom working his fingers in and out of her pussy. Lesley smiled at us over Steve’s shoulder and put her tongue out at me.

I took Lesley’s fingering as my cue and opened the front of Jenny’s jeans and put my left hand down inside her knickers. She was completely shaven and fantastically smooth with prominent outer lips and when I started rubbing her slit found she was very wet. It seemed so relaxing to be doing this to each other out in the open on a warm afternoon. That calm was shattered by our next piece of conversation.

I said quietly to her (so as not to break the mood) “Isn’t it weird watching your brother do this?”

She started to reply, then stopped. It was as if she had a ready reply that she used automatically, but had realised just as she started that it would be inadequate under these circumstances.

She started again. “We tell everyone we are brother and sister because we are both tall and fair and people assume that anyway, but we are not related and grew up in totally different families. My dad got divorced about a year ago and met Steve’s mom about 6 months back. What can I say? He likes really tall women and she likes really tall men. She had been divorced for a few years and dad moved in with her about 3 months ago. That is when I really got to know Steve, even though I had heard his name a lot and seen him a couple of times when our parents were dating.”

“So in a lot of respects he is more like a flatmate and we certainly do not think of ourselves as brother and sister. About the only things we have in common are our height, love of driving and a real curiosity about sex. Steve is a bit inexperienced so we spend a lot of time together. In fact I was giving him a hand shandy in the car when we spotted you.”

She gave a laugh. “Don’t look so shocked. It is only hands and fingers. He is always eager to get his cock out and I love looking at it and playing with it. I don’t think he has had to wank himself since I moved in. Best we ever did was five times in one day! I have sat in a chair with my legs over the arms and held myself open so he could get a good look and run his fingers around to see how I reacted. We tried a kiss once but it felt so weird we never did it again!”

She had another giggle, “Seems like somebody gets off on the thought of what we were doing! I think you have grown another half inch since I started telling you. Where is all that blood coming from? Keep this up and you will pass out. Lets see what that pair are up to.”

She let go of me, pulled my hand out of her knickers and zipped her jeans back up.

In the back of the mini Lesley’s skirt was pulled up around her waist like a wide belt and Steve had two fingers in her slit but not working them very hard because he was rather distracted. His trousers were around his ankles and Lesley had half-turned towards him and was reaching across him and playing with his stiff cock. They had their mouths wide open and their tongues were playing with each other, their lips locking when one pushed their tongue in the other’s mouth then separating again slightly for the tips of their tongues to meet and start again.

I had only seen other cocks on those stag films before but his looked strange. The head really did look like a big purple mushroom. Lesley had her really tiny hand completely around the shaft, so it was thin, but her hand was almost hidden by the head so that was almost as wide as her closed fist.

I pulled my jeans up and fastened them. “You said let’s see what they are up to. I think Steve is about up to the second knuckle!”

We got back in the car and I told the pair in the back that we were heading for the cottage where we would be more comfortable. “Goody,” said Lesley “I want a lot more of this,” and waved Steve’s cock at us so there was no mistake what she was talking about. I started the car and as I drove off Jenny pulled down my zip again and fished out my cock. In between changing gears I ran my hand up and down Jenny’s jean clad thigh.

I had been hearing some shuffling coming from the back and when I looked in the mirror they had pushed the bags of clothing to the floor so Steve could sit at one end of the seat and Lesley was now lying down in the little space available and licking Steve’s length from his balls to the tip. She then put the head in her mouth, and as she saw me looking in the mirror she winked before putting even more past her lips. She had one knee raised and Steve was ramming his fingers in her pussy. Somewhere along the line she had managed to lose her halter-neck top.

I tried to work out how she had gotten something that wide into her tiny mouth. I reported to Jenny. “When you asked earlier I said Steve was up to his knuckles. Now he is about up to my wife’s tonsils!”

I told Lesley that she might want to go carefully with the blowjob as the road nearing the cottage was getting worse and if we hit a pothole she might be doing involuntary surgery. “Don’t drive near other cars because I don’t intend stopping!” Lesley mumbled.

A few minutes later we were close to the cottage and Jenny reluctantly tucked my dick away. The mumbled voice from the back said “I told you I was not stopping, Get the front door unlocked and make sure nobody is looking.” We did just that and Lesley backed out of the car with Steve’s dick still in her mouth. They kind of crab walked from the car. Steve shuffling along with one hand trying to stop his jeans from falling off and the other hand on the back of Lesley’s head, Lesley bent over holding his dick in her mouth wearing just her shoes and a skirt which was up around her waist so that she was showing her tits, pussy and arse to the world.

Jenny and I were laughing like mad as they struggled through the front door still in the same ridiculous position and Lesley led them straight to the ground floor bedroom. I said to Jenny that his cock head was so big that once he had gotten it past Lesley’s teeth he couldn’t get it out again. They would be locked like that for the rest of their lives. Jenny thought that would make them both happy.

As soon as we were indoors I pulled Jenny to me and started kissing her. It was the first time we had kissed and we really went to town. We then stumbled over to the sofa where I unfastened my belt while Jenny sat down. She popped the button on my jeans and grabbing each side firmly pulled them apart and my zip descended. The friction pulled the front of my underpants down slightly and the top of my cock appeared as if it was a conjuring trick. “Its magic,” said Jenny.

“Currently it’s the hardest substance known to man,” I replied.

“I don’t care about that. I just want it to be the hardest substance known to this woman,” and she popped the end into her mouth. It was warm and wet and she applied a lot of suction and I was in heaven. I grabbed her head and worked it on my cock for a while before I leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of her sweater and slowly peeled it off. I struggled to get it past her head as she didn’t want to take my cock out of her mouth.

Once her sweater was off I expected her to push my cock straight back in but instead she held it in front of her face like she had never seen it before. She ran her tongue around her lips and made them glisten and then pushed my cock upright and kissed the underside right next to my balls. She then worked her way up. A kiss followed on the same spot by the tiniest touch of her tongue. Then moved up by what felt like the smallest of amounts. Just before she reached the head she reversed and took one long, wet lick all the way to the base and then opened her lips and trailed them all the way back up and just engulfed the head in the warm, wet heaven of her mouth. I closed my eyes and saw stars exploding behind my eyelids.

She pulled my foreskin forward and pushed her tongue in and wriggled it inside. She skinned it back, leaned forward and put her palms against my thighs and concentrated on just using her mouth and taking me in as deep as she could. I kept as still as I could to allow her free movement and not spoil things by pushing too far, but tired of this and pulled back slightly and started to wank myself into her mouth with my right hand while trying to undo her bra with my left. I gave up as I was too distracted by her oral administrations.

I then stood her up and stripped off her jeans and her little pink panties with a bow on the top. I lay her down on on her side against the back of the sofa and climbed in front of her and settled into a 69. This was one of mine and Lesley’s favourite positions but it felt completely different with Jenny. Her body was much longer than Lesley’s so my positioning was different and where Lesley needed lots of saliva Jenny lubricated copiously. Lesley kept her pubes well trimmed because of the tiny panties she used to wear but Jenny’s bald pussy meant her juices spread everywhere and her whole area became amazingly slippery. I loved it! There was a slight musty smell from wearing tight jeans all morning but she tasted delicious. I was licking along her lips and all the way back to give a quick flick to her arse.

Because of the length of the sofa we each had to bend our legs and put our feet on the arms of the sofa which had the advantage of opening both of us up. I wanted to bring her up slowly but I was turned on so much my enthusiasm got the better of me and she shuddered to an orgasm really quickly. My cock fell out of her mouth as she shook and her breath came in little gasps. I pulled her up and gave her a big hug as I noticed her chest was flushed and her cute freckles had darkened and were now very noticeable.

After Jenny had calmed she explained that she became hyper sensitive when she came and could not be touched again for a couple of minutes, but she would finish me off as soon as she had stopped shaking. I told her that as much as I was enjoying myself I wanted to save my energy for later.

“Well,” she said, “At least we got the introductions over with!”

I apologised for the fact that I could get the head of my cock past her teeth with no problem and unlike Steve and Lesley even take it out again. She said that she liked the size of my cock. She took hold of it and gave it a close examination. “Yours is almost exactly the opposite of Steve’s. He has that massive head and a really thin column. Yours has a pointed head but the column is thick and widens all the way down to your body. It will ease a girl open and get her used to it before she gets to the thick part. My boyfriend is smaller than either of you but the head of his cock is a much more normal size!”

“You mentioned a friend but you never said it was a boyfriend.”

“I did not want to put you off. He went to his parents on the train with our suitcases a couple of days ago because he hasn’t got a car. His family and I are all going on holiday together. I think his parents want to keep an eye on us to make sure we don’t get up to anything naughty. Much too late for that! We spend every spare moment shagging!”

We both had a laugh at that and I suggested we look in on the “happy couple” and check their progress. I said once Lesley got a cock in her mouth she was like a Staffordshire bull terrier and never let it go; it was clamped there until Steve died. We might have to break her jaw to get Steve released.

“Bags I get to break her jaw!” I thought I detected a hint of jealousy there. Something I would need to investigate.

We were still laughing when we reached the open bedroom door. Steve was lying on the bed with my wife kneeling on the bed between his splayed legs nursing the head of his cock and working the shaft with her hands. She would force it into her mouth and suck and then pull it out, lick around the the head and try to get the point of her tongue into the slit. Every so often she would lick up and down the shaft before forcing it back between her teeth.

“He’ll take all of that he can get.” said Jenny. “I don’t think he’s ever had a blowjob.”

“Have you never considered…?” I started, thinking about that little hint of jealousy, but stopped when I saw the look of horror on her face.

“You pervert! It’s strictly eyes, hands and fingers.”

Suddenly Steve’ rolled both of them on to their sides as he fired his load into Lesley’s mouth. He put his hands to the back of her head and pulled her in tight before realising that it was unnecessary as she had her hands around his arse pulling him in already.

“Oh my God!”, breathed Jenny. “That’s so hot. She wants to try to swallow it all.” Noted again. Jenny was probably a spitter.

“She usually manages,” I replied pushing Jenny to the edge of the bed so that she had to put both hands on the mattress to steady herself. I pushed myself into her beautiful shaven cunt in one long, slow, steady stroke. She was tight but very, very wet. I lifted one foot onto the bed to get a better angle to give her a slow relentless fucking.

Lesley was now sitting up and I noticed that she had, in fact, failed to swallow all of Steve’s spunk and some had dribbled down onto her tits. She saw where I was looking, scooped some of it up and licked it off her finger while looking at me. She rubbed the remainder into her tits. Lesley said “I’m going to freshen up, take this stupid skirt off and stop for a quick ciggie. Keep your cock warm for me Steve. Back in five minutes.”

He obviously had a different idea as to what this meant, because she had only been out the room for less than a minute when Steve reached behind Jenny and with a skill born of familiarity with her bras unfastened it so that her tits swung free.

Jenny moved her knees up onto the bed without my missing a stroke and Steve reached forward and started stroking her beautiful breasts. She wiggled her delightful bottom as he did it and that gave me an extra little thrill. She then reached over and started stroking his cock and I realised she had knelt on the bed in order to do this.

He was soon erect again and shuffled closer. I could see he wanted to get closer to her face but she was holding him away by wanking him. I wondered then if she did suck him off but was trying to keep it a secret or if he had removed her bra simply to get a tit fuck. Either way it did not look like he was going to get lucky.

When Lesley came back into the room, clean and fully naked it was to the sight of me coming to the short strokes doggy style in Jenny’s delightfully soft pussy while she still kept a firm grasp on Steve’s cock. She then fell forward onto the bed as I filled her up for the first time that day. As my orgasm subsided she finally let go of Steve’s erection. Lesley looked shocked to see Jenny had been wanking him as she still thought Jenny was Steve’s sister. Lesley looked at it, saying “Save that for later, tiger. Let’s all have a rest and something to eat to keep our strength up.”

Jenny lay there with my spunk running out of her and onto her leg. “I am too tired to move,” she said. I went to the bathroom and got two large towels and brought them out for everyone to dry off. Luckily the cottage’s thick stone walls kept it cooler indoors but we had still all worked up a sweat. I also boiled a drop of water in the kettle and damped down a small towel to make a warm wash cloth and used it to gently clean Jenny up. She sighed and said, “That feels lovely and warm.” I smiled as I remembered something else that was lovely and warm.

I dressed and went out to the car and fetched in our supplies. By the time I had finished storing everything away Jenny was sitting on the sofa and Steve was sitting in the chair with Lesley on her knees giving him a leisurely suck. He was already hard again. I asked everyone what they wanted to eat and Lesley said she was already eating. Referring back to what she had said previously, “I am eating Steve’s cock to build my strength up.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” I responded.

“It IS very, very full,” she mumbled back.

Jenny and I had a cup of tea and some chocolate biscuits and sat there stroking and feeling each other and just watching Lesley nurse on Steve’s cock. I bent over and started to kiss and tongue Jenny’s nipples which were small and very pink with almost no areola. She hugged me in close and started to kiss my neck and make little nipping bites. It was a lovely relaxing way to just pass the time. That ended when Lesley’s exhibitionist streak took over and she decided to give us a demonstration.

She popped Steve’s cock out of her mouth. “Look at the pair of them. Cocks and cunts and mouths and tongues and all they do is sit there having a cup of tea. Come on Steve, let’s show these boring mortals how us sex gods do it.”

She stood him up in front of the chair and slowly sank back to her knees.

She lifted his cock and went underneath it to lick his balls and suck them into her mouth, stretching them gently. Steve stood there looking stunned as this was obviously new to him. Because she was all leg she looked even smaller when she was kneeling and her tiny body worshipping his large frame with her mouth made the whole scene look perverted.

She licked all the way from his root to the head of his cock and realised that she needed to be a bit higher to get a better angle and snapped her fingers. “Cushion, worshippers.”

I threw a cushion in front of her and she shuffled on to it on her knees without removing her attention from the cock in front of her.

“Adequate, peasants. For your act of fealty you will be allowed to observe how the divine do it!” and she rammed that mushroom head in her mouth with lightning speed. Steve wobbled as his knees almost gave way. She had his cock pushed to the back of her mouth and worked her hands on the shaft, only stopping to remove it from her mouth and make a great play of licking lasciviously around the head.

When she popped it back behind her lips she made sucking and moaning sounds. When she opened her mouth just right and wanked him quickly it make liquid smacking noises. Steve was going red in the face and suddenly stiffened. Lesley felt the change and stopped dead on his cock and just held him there. From our position Jenny and I saw ripples running down her throat as she swallowed his cum. She did not swallow it all. She pulled his cock out and and opened her mouth to show she still had some left. She then dribbled it down on to her chin and used his wet cockhead to rub it all around her mouth until it glistened.

She pulled his dick back in to her mouth to suck out the last drops and then pulled it out again with a popping sound and smacked her lips. “Delicious. And that, mere mortals, is how its done”. Steve certainly looked done. He fell back on the settee as if he had been pole-axed. All this while Jenny had been slowly jacking my cock and with my attention riveted on the performance before me I hadn’t realised she had been frantically rubbing her clit.

She stood and dragged me into the bedroom by my dick. She dropped flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as possible, opening herself completely to me. I would like to say I was gentle and loving with her but it would be completely untrue. We went at it like wild animals and attacked each other in a frenzy. At one point she gripped my skin on the side of my chest so hard that I had bruises for days. Even though she had short nails she managed to draw blood in a few places.

That level of energy could not last. The temperature inside the cottage was building and we were soon drenched with sweat. Before long I straddled her chest and got a tit-fuck from those glorious breasts. Lesley’s tits were too small so this was the first time for me and luckily Jenny lubricated so much that my cock was already slippery. She licked my cockhead every couple of strokes but as her head was not propped up it must have been a bit of a strain so she pushed me off and turned on to all fours.

After a couple of minutes of doggy I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over. We were now on our sides with me slightly under her and pushing up into her pussy. It allowed me to stroke her pussy, play with her tits and nuzzle her neck at the same time which kept her building while allowing me to slow down and get my breath back.

Steve walked in and stood by the bed watching us. “Never thought of that position. Must give it a try.” He then leaned over and gave Jenny’s nipples a twist. He then started for the bathroom.

We then rolled back into doggie and we were back to fast and frantic and I pounded away unmercifully. Lesley came in and watched us for a minute just as Jenny got her climax. She fell on to her side and I moved quickly to her face and started to thrust into her mouth. Lesley reached over and put a hand behind Jenny’s head and started pumping her on to my cock. I came with a couple of spurts into her mouth and pulled out and finished on her tits. Jenny dribbled my spunk on to her tits to join it. Definitely not a swallower.

We both lay there exhausted when Steve came back and he and Lesley headed back to the living room. After a short rest and a quick clean up we went to join them. Lesley commented that from the noise we were making we had certainly been turned on by her performance. I commented that Steve’s spunk had dried on her face and she had better check it was not flammable otherwise her next cigarette could set her face on fire.

I then heard the one piece of news I didn’t want to hear.

“I need to go,” said Jenny. “I need to get to my boyfriend’s house. I can use the car breaking down as an excuse for being late, but not too late.”

I was disappointed, but Lesley was delighted when Steve said, grinning, “But I, on the other hand, can stay all weekend.”

Jenny and I found our clothes and reluctantly got dressed. Lesley remarked that it would be interesting to see if her boyfriend would be able to notice the smell of sex emanating from her and not to kiss him straight away in case he noticed her spunky breath. Jenny suddenly started panicking and asking for a toothbrush until Lesley pointed out that it would also be a giveaway. The smell of toothpaste would be noticeable and how would she brush her teeth at a broken down car? Jenny settled for rinsing her mouth with water. She also remembered to check there were no traces of my dried cum on her chest.

I then drove her to her boyfriend’s parents and as a goodbye present she played with my dick the whole time. She even gave me a quick suck at one point until she realised she was undoing the work of rinsing her mouth. The most I could manage was a semi but it was a pleasant way to spend the drive and thoughtful of her. I dropped her round the corner from the house. She grabbed a scrap of paper and gave me her phone number and asked me to call her in a few weeks. She found her boyfriend “nice” but a bit tame and today had opened her eyes to what was available.

I got back to the cottage after a bit more than an hour to find Lesley lying on the bed with her legs raised as high in the air as possible with Steve pounding her pussy for all he was worth. His stamina was amazing.

A couple of hours later he was erect again. This time he was lying on the bed, raised on his elbows to a semi-sitting position with his legs spread as Lesley knelt between them sucking him off again.

I went to the bathroom and retrieved our large jar of Vaseline. I got behind Lesley and started greasing her up. I then rubbed a good amount on my cock, knelt behind her and slowly started working my cock into her, inch by slow inch.

“Fuck!” said Steve. “Is he doing what I think he’s doing?”

Lesley had stopped sucking his cock for the moment while I was working my way inside her. Lesley replied in a breathless, little girl voice, “No. Don’t be disgusting.” As I gave her the final inch she pushed her face into the mattress and groaned. “Oh, that feels so good. All the way down to the thickest bit”

I looked at Steve and said, “She dries out after a while and needs bit of help otherwise she gets really sore. That’s why we have the Vaseline and she has a lot more fucking to do before you leave.”

He pushed himself up to his knees, put his hands under her shoulders and pulled her face up from the bedclothes so she was on all fours again with her arms straight. The objective was to put her face level with his dick which he now roughly shoved into her mouth. Where she had been in control for the previous blowjobs he now proceeded to fuck her face, going faster and harder than before. She seemed to love this sudden rough treatment and started to shake and punch the bed with one hand as she built up to orgasm.

Steve stopped ramming his cock into her mouth and pulled out and wanked his load over her face. She suddenly spasmed and all her muscles clenched and that sudden tightening caused me to start shooting my load into her. I retained just enough presence of mind to dip my finger into the Vaseline and slide a finger up her arse. Her orgasm suddenly grew even more intense and her head came up and her eyes had rolled right back so that only the whites were showing. I pulled out gently at that point and she collapsed on to her side.

“Ohhh my God. That was probably my best climax ever. Cock at both ends,” she croaked in a voice that still shook. “We need to do that again, but not ’til I have recovered.”

She immediately fell asleep with her face covered in Steve’s drying spunk and mine leaking out of her reddened and puffy cunt.

I went to the bathroom to wash my dick. You can wash cum and sweat out of sheets but Vaseline is much harder to get out. Basic housekeeping. When I got back a few minutes later they were cuddled together asleep and snoring softly. I lay beside her but there was only limited room and the snoring was starting to annoy me.

So I made myself a cup of tea and sat in the living room to drink it. I considered going to the upstairs bedroom to take a nap but fell asleep in the chair without meaning to. I was obviously more tired than I thought.

I was woken the next morning by the sunlight streaming through the window and by the marvellous feeling of Lesley on her knees sucking me to erection.

“Morning sleepyhead. What does a girl have to do around here to get some attention?”

“Well, you can keep doing that but I don’t think you will be lacking attention. By the end of today you will need the rest of the week to recuperate.”

“Ooh, you are naughty; but I like you,” which was a line from a comedy show at the time so she did it in a “funny” voice. “Steve has already woken me with a morning fuck and a massive spunk injection. I don’t know where it all comes from. Then he rolled over and went to back sleep so I thought it was time to give you a bit of attention.”

Just as I was finishing in her mouth Steve walked in naked and scratching his balls. He walked past us and into the kitchen, “Any coffee?”

“Jar of Nescafe in the left-hand cupboard,” just as Lesley started to swallow my load. The whole thing was starting to become amazingly casual.

An hour later we were sitting around the breakfast bar drinking tea and eating toast; me and Lesley in our dressing gowns and Steve in a pair of my underpants he had borrowed. We were sitting on high chrome stools and that gave me an idea. I walked behind Lesley and pulled her hips backward until her bum was clear of the seat. It was just the right height for a standing fuck. Lifting her dressing gown I tried to insert my cock. She was a bit dry again so I used a smear of the butter from the breakfast table and rubbed it around her lips. She put her arms on the breakfast bar and bent forward and laid her head sideways on her arms. That made the angle just right and I slid in without any problem.

It was just a slow comfort fuck for me. I still had not recovered from the earlier blow job so I spent a lot of time tweaking her nipples and kissing her neck and shoulders and she would keep turning her head back and kissing me. I also nibbled and kissed her ears which is something that always turned her on. Steve could see he could not get to her mouth while she was resting on the breakfast bar so he wandered off. After some time she had a small climax and I withdrew. “That was nice,” she smiled at me. “A really relaxing way to start the day. We should do that more often. Maybe every Sunday morning when we get home.”

“We will need to buy some tall stools,” I laughed.

After that Steve and I got dressed and drove off to find a battery for his car. The cottage had a phone but no phone directory so we were just going to the nearest town and ask around until we found a car shop that was open. Lesley wanted a good long soak in a hot bath.

We eventually got a battery and took it out to the MG. Steve had a poor excuse for a tool kit but luckily one of his spanners fit the battery terminals. The car started first time and he followed me back to the cottage.

When we got back Lesley had changed into another halter-neck and a short pleated skirt. Steve went to wash his hands and Lesley lay on her side on the sofa looking through the Sunday papers I had brought back. She was up on one elbow and I was drinking a cup of tea and telling her about our trying to find someone who knew where there was a car spares shop that was open.

Steve came out of the bathroom and although he had kept his shirt on had already lost his trousers. He spooned up behind Lesley on the sofa, pushed her skirt out of the way (no knickers!), folded her top leg towards her chest and tried to insert his cock. His cock head was too big and the angle was wrong so he rolled her on to her hands and knees and slowly worked it in with little twisting motions. As soon as he was lodged firmly in place he wrapped his arms around her and rolled back to their previous position with Lesley on her side. Steve had started moving his hips and his cock was now sliding its full length in and out so I knew we would have to complete this conversation later. I drank the last of my tea and went over and picked the papers off the sofa for a read. Lesley would not be needing them for a while.

After a while they stripped off and she had had him sit on the sofa and just climbed on his lap and started kissing him. He pulled her hips forward and slid into her and by then he had stretched her enough that he went in easily. With his strength, her lack of weight and the springiness of the cushions she kept bouncing off his cock. He just put his arms under her knees and stood up and fucked her standing. It was getting too hot to keep doing this for long so he sat back down and she climbed off, turned her back to him and tried to put both feet on the floor. He had to slide as far forward as he could so she could reach and she then put her hands on his knees.

This worked for both of them and a few minutes later Steve started breathing faster and suddenly raised his arse off the sofa and with a grunt pushed into her far enough to lift both of her feet off the ground. He collapsed back and within seconds had passed out.

“Is he still breathing,” I asked, “Or was that his death cry?”

“At least if he was dead he would have an excuse to leave me hanging, the bastard.”

I gave her my hand and helped her off the comatose Steve.

“Come with me, my dear.” I led her to the bathroom and gave her a really good clean. Then we went to the bedroom and I laid her down and gently spread her legs apart and started licking her pussy.

“You know I love going down on you, but I’m not going to do it when you are full of Steve’s spunk. Thought I might have a chance after your bath but you ended up being otherwise busy. Bit ignorant of him. He didn’t even wait for us to finish talking. Ah, the impatience of youth.”

“Bullshit. You are both pretty much the same age. It is just that you are so much more considerate and a hell of a lot more skilled. There… Just there — that’s the spot.”

Her clit was very sensitive so I worked my tongue in the area around it and as she settled put two fingers in her pussy and worked them around. At one point I turned her on to her side and worked her balloon knot with my tongue and speeded up my wrist action. When I judged she was ready I turned her on to her back and concentrated on her clit just the way I knew she liked it. I then shoved two fingers in her pussy and she thrashed about and climaxed.

“I needed that,” she whispered as we both lay there and drifted off to sleep.

We woke mid-afternoon, put on some minimal clothing and wandered back into the front room where Steve was sitting. He said we looked so peaceful he did not want to wake us but he had prepared a salad for a light lunch.

“That’s two things you are good at, then,” said Lesley.

“Don’t forget giving my sister a lift.”

“I did not forget it. That’s why I said two.”

His face fell and Lesley started laughing. “I am only joking. Stop taking things so seriously.”

I was not so sure she was was joking as I thought she had been a bit disappointed earlier.

“I did not want to end on a bad note,” he replied, “But I need to get moving in order to get back home and get ready for work on Monday.”

“Not before I get another chance to try the two of you together you are not. I need a repeat performance of the best thing that has happened to me this weekend.”

I had an idea but I did not know if the two of them would go along with it. Still, only one way to find out.

She was back to wearing a halter-neck and had teamed it with the pleated mini skirt. I just picked her up and carried her to the armchair. Once she was seated I lifted her legs over the arms of the chair so that her pussy was spread open as far as possible and told Steve to get down there.

He sat on the floor between her widely spread thighs and I motioned that he should stroke a finger around her pussy.

This could have been a problem. Steve might have guessed that Jenny had told me about their experiment and he could have got embarrassed and left. I was relying on the offer of further sex to keep him there. From his sudden smile he understood what I meant and seemed eager to do it, so I had ben worried for nothing. He proceeded to run a finger gently around her lips and kept stretching and stoking her and examining her intently.

Meanwhile I was kissing Lesley. My tongue was in her mouth and she was sucking it like her life depended on it. I had pulled her top up and was rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples. I was keeping her occupied so she would not rush us into the final threesome of the day. I wanted to draw this out.

Two reasons. The first was that I thought Steve examining her pussy was really kinky and that was getting me going. The second was that I was pretty shagged out and was hoping for a bit of a rest.

Steve had now used both hands to pull her lips wide apart and was staring straight up her. He then changed to working two fingers of his left hand into her and his right hand disappeared and I assumed he was using a finger to stroke and tease her arse. I kissed her and played with one breast and she suddenly squirmed and sucked my tongue really hard. I thought that Steve may have just shoved his finger up her arse.

When she released the lip lock I reached forward, lifted her leg right up which raised her butt up from the chair and gave me a better view. Steve now had his right thumb in her pussy along with his two left fingers and sure enough his right index finger up her bum. I was now having no problem maintaining my erection.

I gave him a couple of minutes and suggested we swap. As he got up I gave him her one leg and then passed him the other one so she had now slid down the chair with her bottom completely off the seat. I knelt down and taking a cheek in each hand held her in place and started licking her pussy. Steve got one arm wrapped around her legs and with his free hand guided his cock back into her mouth. Talk about predictable!

Her arsehole was pink and slightly open from Steve’s fingering so I alternated between licking her pussy and her arse. She seemed to really enjoy it.

I eased off as I didn’t want her to finish too quickly. I stood and picked her up and carried her across to the bed and put her on all fours. This time I pushed my cock into her mouth and Steve went around and started to fuck her. When I said “Swap,” we changed around.

As I was giving her a nice deep fucking I looked at her arse and thought “Now might be a good time to take things a little further.” I keep tickling and stroking her rosebud and she seemed really relaxed. I withdrew and placed myself at her pucker and slowly pushed. She spit Steve’s cock out of her mouth, looked over her shoulder and loudly proclaimed “NO!”

Ah, well. It was worth a try and I was still enjoying myself in her pussy.

As I started to feel myself build up I said “Swap,” again. This time I turned her on her back and sideways across the bed with her head hanging over the edge and plunged back into her mouth. I got a little deeper than I ever had before and held her head as I fired into her mouth. It hurt a bit as I spurted really hard as I was sore from so much sex in such a short time.

Steve came about a minute later.

We dressed (again!) and after a while to get our breath back went out to Steve’s car to say goodbye. He kept telling us that it had been the greatest weekend of his life and how he would really, really love to do it again. As an enticement he said he could probably get Jenny to come along and I was all in favour of that.

He gave Lesley a final kiss and put his hand up her skirt to have a final grope of her sticky pussy. He then looked across at his car and pointed out to her that they had not christened the MG so how about…

She told him to go home as she needed to sleep for a week.

He pointed out that she could lie across the front of the car and he could fuck her there while she rested or he could sit in the car and she could bend over and suck him while I fucked her from behind. She seemed to consider it for a moment but then shook her head and pointed out that it would be dark soon and he needed to get going.

He left with a smile and a wave from the car window.

As his car disappeared Lesley said, “He’s got a hell of a lot of stamina but he needs to learn some technique.”

I was surprised “I thought you enjoyed it all?”

“Don’t get me wrong. He is really good looking and just the thought of what we might all do together was naughty and really, really exciting. And I have never seen a knob that size before and wondered what it would be like. I was not even sure I could get it in my mouth! But he couldn’t fuck for toffee. He only has two techniques at the moment — hard and harder. Shove it in and pound. I think he has rearranged some of my internal organs and I feel a bit sore deep inside if that makes any sense.”

“But you orgasmed when he fucked you.”

“Oh, you poor innocent boy! You still can’t tell a real one from a fake.”

“Why would you fake it?”

“So he would stop. I wanted to make him feel good and build his confidence. The only time it was working for me was when he was on the sofa and I was squatting over him. Keeping that knob near the entrance was really good but he kept thrusting so hard that he kept pushing me off. Then he picked me up and started hammering away again which was the exact opposite of what I wanted.”

“When it was the three of us it was kinky and I loved it and had a fantastic time and loved looking at him and knowing what we were doing was wrong. That was mainly what made it such an exciting experience. But it was you doing all the real work to make it pleasurable for me. Steve was there for himself.”

She looked thoughtful. “Did you also notice how preferred me to suck his dick and took every opportunity to shove himself in my mouth? I think he somehow knew that shagging was not doing it for me. The funny part was that as often as my tongue was on his cock his tongue never went anywhere near my clit. I got oral twice and both times were from you. He made no effort to reciprocate.”

“Big word, reciprocate.”

“Don’t be bloody patronising. I may be blonde and little but I am evil and clever.” She gave what passed for a wicked laugh, took a wide stance and put her fists on her hips. “Got better O-levels than you. I only keep you around for sex. When my evil master plan comes together and I become the world’s first female dictator you will be in charge of my sex slaves and my life will be full of kinky sex.” She was too tiny and cute to be menacing no matter how hard she tried. There was also the problem that her wide stance and fists on hips had raised her tiny skirt and I could see the bottom of her pussy.

“Interesting,” I said. “How kinky would that be.”

“Hah! I have just spent two days with perverts sticking their fingers up my bum. You even got a couple of inches of your dick there at one point.”

Well, it was likely less than half-an-inch, but I was not going to distract her from where this conversation was going.

“If Steve was not there I might have let you get in a little deeper. Who knows? I could have trusted you to take things easy and stop when I said so. Which you did. But if I had let you go ahead Steve would have just tried it without asking and I would have needed a general anaesthetic to get that cockhead in there. I also know he would not have stopped if I had told him to; unlike you.”

“So Steve being there stopped my enjoyment?”

“Don’t be such a martyr! You had a bloody great time this weekend and I have never let you bugger me before so you did not miss out. Besides, I think of it as just a postponement. I enjoyed the play and the fingering so I want to take it further, but slowly while I see if I like it. I may not, but I could at least cross it off the kinky list.”

I gave her what I considered to be my thoughtful look. “We might have to buy a few toys to get you worked up for it.”

She gave a giggle. “What makes you think your cock is so big that I would need to get worked up to it? I do like the idea of the toys though. This weekend has really opened my eyes to the idea of playing around with others. But what I want more than anything is to have you and another man all over again but this time with somebody who knows how to use their cock better. Don’t look so unhappy. We would need to get another woman as well just to even things out. I am sure Jenny would be up for it and as enthusiastic as me. She would have two men to fuck next time!”

“Pity we did not get a contact number for them.” I was not going to mention having Jenny’s number. It could have been a trap.

“That is where you are wrong, future keeper of my kinky sex slaves. While you were giving Jenny a lift Steve gave me his phone number. I can’t phone because if he answers he will try to see me again and I am not sure my jaw would survive another encounter. You can phone and if you get Jenny you are OK but if Steve answers you can say you want to see Jenny behind my back and ask him to keep it secret.”