There is an earlier episode to this tale, which would add clarity, but feel free to read this as a stand-alone; it still works.
It was barely eight o'clock when I woke-up that morning, Mike had already left for the course -- they were teeing-off at about nine -- and I soon discovered that Max & Toby were absent too; it was a rare day when those two surfaced before 09:30. I didn't know what to expect, my stomach was churning in anticipation and I certainly couldn't face any breakfast, so instead I headed for the bathroom; I often do my best thinking in the shower and this morning I had much to contemplate.
As had been mentioned during last night's conversation with Gillian, many of the UK flights departed ahead of ours, so there was every chance that some of yesterday's assailants would be on their way home already. I was confident that we'd each be receiving at least two visitors, but how many more and would there perhaps be some new faces invited? Neither Gillian nor I could control that side of things, we would have to trust to the good sense and decency of our sons; though perhaps that was something of a paradox, insofar as they were pimping us out to be gang-banged.
I was quickly showered, shaved, primped and preened. Yes, after that comment of yesterday, my pussy was now as bald as a coot, it seemed just so appropriately slutty; Lord knows how I'd explain it to Mike when he noticed. I didn't bothered to dress beyond a towelling bath-robe, I'd included nothing very alluring in my holiday wardrobe and suspected that whatever I might choose wouldn't survive very long anyway.
It was exactly 9:02 when there seemed nothing more to do beyond sit on the bed and await my fate; at 09:23 I heard a knock at the door -- not that I was clock-watching : ) After checking my appearance in the mirror and taking a final tug at my robe to display a tad more cleavage, I took a deep breath and opened it. Waving my visitor through to the bedroom, I checked the landing for anyone else, closed the door and followed into the room before speaking: "What are you doing here Gillian; I thought you'd either be knee deep in eager young cocks, or like me, sat waiting on the bed with your pussy dripping in anticipation?"
"I was... Waiting with my pussy leaking I mean; but your Toby arrived and told me that you wanted me to come across here?"
We were still exchanging confused looks when the door re-opened and my two sons walked in, followed closely by Gillian's lads, Ben who'd been with me yesterday and finally a blonde haired guy named Ian who I knew Gill had entertained the previous day. I was thinking: 'No unpleasant surprises, but why are Max & Toby here too?' when I heard Gill mumbling: "Ooh goody, Ben's still here, I'd hoped to get the chance to try him out."
Gill's first thought might have been of wrapping herself around a black cock, but my major concern was the presence of my sons! Behaving like an utter slut is one thing, but to do so while your teenaged sons are watching you is quite another. It was Paul rather than my own boys whom I addressed: "Was it you who tricked Gill into coming here and what are you all doing here anyway?"
His response sounded far less jittery than my question: "Well, as you can see our numbers are a bit depleted today, but there was nobody else we trusted enough to invite. After yesterday's performance, we knew that just three cocks wouldn't be enough to satisfy either of you dirty mares, so we thought it best if we doubled-up. Besides, we'd hoped that the two of you might like to help us out with a little floor-show?"
My flabber was well and truly gasted! Paul, Harry and I were to watch as the others fucked Gill, whereafter she would presumably entertain Max and Toby while the other four were fucking me? Being involved was one thing but I wasn't sure that I wanted to watch the show. Similarly -- and perhaps ridiculously - were my reservations about giving the boys their 'floor show': By displaying and voicing a degree of reluctance while submitting to the four men, I'd hoped to maintain some shred of decorum, particularly if Gill were simultaneously distracting my boys' attentions. But to brazenly perform a strip-tease just seemed patently cheap and degrading; besides which, wearing nothing beyond my bath-robe, what was there for me to strip?.
Gill was little better prepared either, dressed in a bikini top and an indecently short skirt -- it was half-way up her thighs! - with presumably the bikini briefs, beneath and a pair of beach sandals. I wouldn't have dared to wear that skirt, not at our age; though with Gill's figure -- she's that waif-like Keira Knightley/Kate Moss type -- she was perhaps just able to carry it off? It was with regard to our lack of appropriate clothing that I chose to explain away my reticence, but that garnered me only laughter from them all; including Gillian.
Gill stepped across, kissed me lightly on the side of the mouth -- that caught my attention -- and simpered: "Jo, Jo, Jo... you're really not up with the trends are you?" Gill kissed me again; full on the mouth this time. "It's changed since our day babe, the pretty young things don't spread their legs and pretty pink pussies just as eagerly as we did, but they do still want to excite the guys..." Gillian's arms wrapped around me now and a third kiss, landed. "So, what better way than by getting it on with your equally sexy best friend, while the boys watch? The guys don't want a strip-tease from us, they want to see us go girl-on-girl."
