Helen was slowly dragged from a peaceful sleep by the muffled sound of creaking springs and stifled moans and grunts from the next room. By the sounds, her son and his wife were having an early morning screw. She cocked one eye open to look at the bedside clock. Quarter to seven. Bloody hell!
As she listened to their efforts, Helen lay in the warmth of her bed, her fingers idly toying with her vulva, wishing it was she who was getting laid. Now a widow, it was some time since she felt a man's cock deep into her. It was a few months ago by pure chance, when holidaying in Malta. A wonderful feeling to have cock inside her again - and again! - from a much younger guy. Hmmm! Her mind went back to that unexpected encounter.
The noise from the next room got more intense. Her own juices were starting to flow onto the pads of her fingers. Lubricating had never been a problem for her, even now, in her early fifties. But she kept herself in trim with weekly visits to the gym. Besides, Helen enjoyed watching the other women in the changing room, with their variety of breasts - no pair alike. She speculated on the shape of their vulvas, wondering if they enjoyed having their labia nibbled - if they'd been penetrated that morning by an impatient dick.
A stifled cry from the next room brought her back to reality as Anne, her daughter in law, reached her peak of bliss. Although Helen had never seen him naked since he started to grow up, she knew that her son, William had a good sized penis. Her husband had a regulation six inch cock but, comparing their bulge in swimming trunks, William's was considerably bulkier than his father's. So she concluded, a bigger cock all round. Anne was a lucky lady!
And she was right. In the next room, as he slid his eight inch shaft into Anne, lying on her side, knees tucked up to her breast, he molded his body into her shape behind her, cock buried deep inside its natural target. William was whispering in her ear to her to keep it quite, or they'd wake his mother. He was getting a bit reckless himself as the tension mounted in his belly, the springs objecting noisily to the bouncing.
But Anne was reaching the peak of her climax. She didn't care about his mother! Deep behind her clit, in the pit of her stomach, she felt the familiar spring coiling, ready to completely engulf her in agonising rapture. Her spasms were beginning. She clawed at the pillow case, biting her teeth into the soft pillow in an attempt to muffle her cries of ecstasy as the unrelenting cock drove rapidly in and out, deep into her vagina. Oh God! It's wonderful!
As her mind blew into a thousand flashes, she was aware of the muscular convulsions inside her, William's cock exploding. Anne never understood why, but she always subconsciously counted the spasms of the cock spurting its contents into her. Seven. Always seven. Her excitement began to abate as the orgasm gradually passed.
William reached into the bedside cabinet drawer for a tissue. He placed it round the base of his now softening cock as he withdrew it from the delicious nest of soft, warm, fleshy folds. The sperm seeped from her into the tissue, tucked loosely into her pussy. The couple lay quietly, his arms folded round her, fondling her soft heavy boobs with their stiffened nipples, before it was time for them to face the day. They both enjoyed an early screw, two or three times a week.
Meantime, twenty miles away, Anne's parents were lying side by side. The teas-maid had just filled and was quietly steaming. Amelia rolled onto her side, throwing her arm across her husband's lower half. With mild surprise she felt his cock was stiff. Early morning pride, no doubt, but even so... Curling her fingers round the familiar shaft, Anne began to play with it casually, stroking and pinching. She loved this cock - well, she liked any cock, but this was special!
Peter was still half asleep, but conscious of the hand gently toying with his shaft. It was good! He enjoyed having his cock teased and Amelia had always been an enthusiastic lover of his manhood. As it stiffened even further, Peter pushed his hand between Amelia's thighs to test the state of her cunt. Hmmm! Wet through. A quick morning shag was called for. But not yet. Rolling to face Amelia, Peter dragged up her nightie and leaned over to fasten his lips over her engorged nipple, its rim marked by a series of small pimples.
'Fuck me big boy,' she whispered into his ear, positioning the hard shaft at the entrance to her secret entrance. And 'big' was the word. Peter enjoyed a fat cock - not particularly long - about six and a half inches - but in girth almost seven inches! It was at its widest about two thirds up the shaft, though the head was no thicker than the rest of the it. A human torpedo in fact. Women adored the feel of it stretching their vaginas ever wider as it penetrated them.
When she was younger, their daughter Anne was quite jealous of her Mother having that cock all to herself. She often imagined it forcing its way into her own wet cunt - a word she had heard her mother use in the throes of lust. She too preferred that description, rather than the clinical vagina.
In her late forties, Amelia was still a beautiful, elegant woman, tall and slender with sleek auburn hair. She enjoyed shagging more than ever, and her husband seemed just as capable as in their younger days - though not, perhaps, as frequently. They had always had a fairly open marriage, both indulging on a little on the side form time to time. But their real enjoyment came from threesomes for Amelia. They decided shortly after the kids had left home that they would expand their sexual horizons and experiment with sex for sex sake. Both wanted to try a threesome and did.
The usual plan was for Peter to arrange for a man to come to their hotel during a business trip. Amelia found it so exciting. Anticipating having sex with a man that she had never met until he came to the hotel, started her juices running. The 'playmate' would call the room on the house phone when he got to the hotel and they would go down to the lobby to meet him. After chatting over a cocktail, if Amelia approved of him, they would go to the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, the kissing and touching would begin, Amelia standing at the foot of the bed.
As Amelia got into a clinch with the playboy, hands groping each other, Peter would casually remove the playboy's jacket, followed by his wife's jacket. Then her blouse would follow. The bra was unclasped, and the garment removed to allow her soft breasts their freedom. As the man explored Amelia's breasts and nipples, Peter unbuttoned the man's shirt and unclasped the waistband of his trousers. After unzipping the man's fly, Peter unhooked his wife's skirt so that skirt and trousers dropped to the floor at about the same time, leaving the couple squeezed against each other, with little to keep them apart.
By this time, the playboy's warm cock was pressing hard against Amelia's groin. She could feel it, hot and eager. In no time at all, Peter had pulled down the man's underwear and his wife's knickers. After rubbing her hairy groin against the stiff cock, Amelia would fall backwards onto the bed with the playboy on top of her, allowing Peter to pick up their clothes, draping them over a chair.
Watching the couple writhing against each other, exploring genitals, licking, sucking and kissing, Peter quietly took off his own clothes, his own cock now rigid with lust. He took the camera from the bedside table. Every detail of the man's cock and its penetration of Amelia's secret paradise was recorded . Before long, Amelia would be catapulted into the first of her several orgasms.
Both Amelia and Peter found it indescribably sexy being naked with two men, one of them a stranger. She loved having two dicks to suck and to fuck her. Amelia had orgasms easily and often, even when being screwed by just one man. Two men was out of this world! Many, many orgasms for her! Eventually both men would spray their sperm over her face and tits. She was obsessed by sperm - all those millions swimming up the vaginas seeking the egg.
Amelia also began exposing herself to other men in public. Mostly in hotel bars, when Peter was there. The look on the faces of the unsuspecting voyeur was exciting. After all, a very attractive, elegant sophisticated lady is the last person you would expect to be sitting on a bar stool without knickers, exposing her hairy, ginger vulva. Sometimes, if Amelia liked the look of them, these men willingly agreed to join them in a threesome.
They had discussed having a threesome with another woman involved, but it never materialised. Their favourite choice would be Doris, James' mother, because of her demure appearance. Peter thought a good shag would do her the world of good. Besides, it would be fun, and sexy to have her naked, blushing with embarrassment, being screwed by Peter whilst tonguing Amelia.
Peter was all for persuading Doris's son Billy, still single, to fuck his mother, but Amelia was too nervous of the idea. Even so, she would have thrilled at the chance of him fucking her. It was another avenue to be explored in the near future, she hoped. More variety of sex.
'Fuck me darling,' she repeated. And fuck her Peter did. Slowly and thoroughly, squeezing his fat cock into her eager cunt - the old English word favoured by Amelia.
Doris's other son, Charles had developed a thriving business in electronics and could afford a large five bedroom mansion in its own acre of land whilst still a young man. So in between making money, he shagged as many women as possible - which was a lot! Until Annette came along. The shagging didn't stop, but it was confined to Annette - to begin with, anyway. The wife-swapping came later.
In the principal guest room of their mansion was a large mirror in an ornate frame, overlooking the bed. In the adjoining room, which was Charles and Annette's bedroom, a large painting of Jacques Tissot, The Reception, showing a beautiful young lady being escorted in the ballroom by an elderly gentleman, decorated on the wall. However, the painting would hinge open to reveal a view of the adjoining bedroom through the two-way mirror.
Charles and Annette had observed many sexual encounters in the guest room, to their own delight whilst playing with the other's private parts. At her husband's suggestion, Annette had shaved her pubic hair entirely. Her mound, her vulva, her inner thighs were all completely devoid of hair. The labia looked stunning, peeping cheekily from the valley of sexual delight behind the chubby outer lips. Charles was, however, was also well-endowed in his size of penis. His was a full nine-inch specimen, with a head of considerable dimensions with a wide rim. He also shaved his groin in an attempt to make his weapon appear that much bigger. They were familiar with the sexual activities of all their friends and family, including in-laws.
