"That's nice," she said. She had not meant to say it - it just slipped out, unlike the penis. That seemed firmly lodged. And it was nice, she could not help moving upon it, stroking it with her wet vagina.
"What's nice Mr Canning?"
"Young Susan, seems to have chosen to have coitus with me, Mr Lovell."
"How bad of her, but just the thing really on a cold and wet night. I wonder if, Mr Canning, I might have another turn."
"Another, Mr Lovell?" But Mr Canning encouraged her to get off him and cuddle Mr Lovell instead.
The quiet, liquid sounds of sexual intercourse could just be heard above the sound of the rain on the windowpanes.
"Perhaps we could share, Mr Lovell?"
Susan thought they were sharing, as she scooted from one side of the bed to the other but then, looking across at Mr Canning a flash of lightning revealed a bottle standing upon his bedside cabinet, a smaller bottle than usual: 'Ed McCaffrey's Anal lubricant - specially formulated for women and men. You can't believe it's not butter!'
"I can't. I mean, I've never."
"No such word as can't," said Mr Canning. "Come on now, on your knees and we'll get you ready. There's a good girl. A double cuddle - you'll like that."
Another flash of lightning and it was like a dream. The three of them in bed, the covers a little back revealing Mr Lovell's erection poking up out of his pyjamas; Mr Canning, now without pyjama bottoms but certainly still with erection, holding the bottle of Joe McCaffrey's special, and different, lubricant in his hand pointing its nozzle right at her bottom. In the flash she could see the squirt of liquid coming out just as she felt it cool on her bottom hole. In the darkness the rubbing and easing began. Plentiful lubricant: Mr Canning's - or was it Mr Lovell as well - fingers working it around and into her. Yes - into her. She waited there in the darkness, feeling the fingers and the slippery lubrication, allowing the massage. It was nice, strangely soothing. The lotion, the lubricant warming to her anus, easing it, loosening its tightness. Lowering her arms but keeping her bottom in the air she felt with her mouth, searching for Mr Lovell's knob. She found it and tasted herself, wet upon it.
With her anal opening slippery and relaxed, Susan slid back under the covers between the two men. It was her choice. Should she press her breasts against Mr Canning and feel his erection against her mons, which meant she would feel Mr Lovell against her back and, importantly, bottom; or the other way around? Which of the men did she want in her bottom and which in her vagina? There was no going back, no returning to her own bed. No avoiding her being shared - at the same time. She was in it up to her neck or would be: or rather the men would be in her up to a certain distance - maybe six inches.
Susan turned to Mr Lovell, "I'm ready," she said, but really, she was talking to the old man behind her, telling him she was ready for him to push his penis into her bottom. Jose and she had not done that. He had asked to, but she had said 'no;' perhaps she would not be so reluctant next time he asked. She squeezed her eyes together and waited, pushing her bottom at Mr Canning, waiting for him to position and push. Would it hurt? Would it be difficult? What would it be like with Jose - or Jose and Michael, or indeed Joe Maddison.
In the event, Mr Canning's cock slid in as easily as anything - like a hot knife through butter. Good old Joe McCaffrey! It did just what it said on the tin - or rather the bottle.
"Oooh," she squeaked.
"Don't be frightened, Susan, we'll be gentle and very slow."
"Let us sooth you," Mr Canning's knob had slid up her wet thighs and was stroking across her clitoris. Her little man was standing and relishing the stroking flesh. Back and forth along and between her lips, very possibly being brought to a halt by the penis embedded in her bottom. And then, very slowly, the penis' travels extended so it slid into her; was entering and then leaving her vagina, going a little deeper with each run.
In the darkness, still with the occasional rumble of thunder and far away flash, Susan Settle was being double penetrated by two old men. What would her mother have thought? What would her father have thought indeed! It was an experience Mr Settle had never enjoyed. Never had he joined a friend in exercising together in that sort of way. Jogging, playing tennis, even work outs at the gym, but not exercising his penis with a friend in a schoolgirl - or an older woman for that matter. Nor had he shared Mrs Settle with a friend in such a way - or shared her at all.
It was, though, rather different for Mrs Settle. She had indeed been double penetrated on more than one occasion and not that long ago. Mr Settle did not know anything about that and if Mrs Settle had much of an idea, she rather thought it was just a dream. It was funny, she found, but she did have sexual dreams quite often these days. But she had certainly been double penetrated and by the self-same penises which were now so warmly lodged within her daughter. It was one of the variations Mr Canning and Mr Lovell had practised upon Mrs Settle's body whilst she had been under the influence of Mr Lovell's hypnosis. They were rather naughty men! They had both been in her bottom more than once, whilst the other had taken the more usual passage. They had both been in her bottom. Mr Lovell twice and Mr Canning thrice.
The men were true to their word. The sexual intercourse - both natural and unnatural - was prolonged and slow. Two penises sliding slowly but surely inside Susan; in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm done in unison and done well. They had, after all, practised carefully upon - or in - her mother. Most certainly Susan had never felt so full - or alternately being almost empty and then filling and emptying again. She could not have asked for a closer cuddle, though the lightning and thunder had rolled away completely and there was just the fresh sound of falling rain outside - and the sucking sounds of the double sexual intercourse.
Susan Settle was sandwiched between two old men who had fallen fast asleep. Two old men who still had their penises inside her. One in her bottom and one in her vagina. Susan was a little trapped, but they would roll away sooner or later. They had come, eventually, almost in unison. One at her front, one at her rear
In her mind, thoughts of Michael and Jose; thoughts of Joe Maddison. If they were in another bedroom would they mind her coming to them all dripping with the old men's stuff? Three young lads waiting for her - all excited and stiff.
As one, despite being asleep, the old men rolled away from her leaving her empty but still aroused. Her fingers played; played where she was remarkably well lubricated. Would Michael and Jose or Joe like her like this. As if she was well lubricated with Ed McCaffrey's lotion?
What would sex be like with Jose, Michael or Joe and a bottle of 'Ed McCaffrey's penile lubricant - looks, tastes and smells just like the real thing. You won't find better. 99% of housewives can't tell it from semen.' Would they like her swimming in the stuff, warm, sticky and gluey as they pumped in and out of her? Susan's fingers played and a third person had an orgasm in the bed. Was it better with 'Ed McCaffrey's' or the real thing?
