Loading...Strev and Paul had been friends many years dating back to their school days. Strev was a nick name he’d inherited when he was a child by his school friends; it was shortened from Strevonovich, his given family name inherited from his European roots. Living close to each other, the two boys went through school together and remained friends after entering the workforce. At the age of nineteen, a restless Strev headed overseas and travelled through Europe for a few years before settling down at a Kibbutz in Israel for a while.
By the time he finally arrived home, he found Paul had flown the family coop and was renting an old house on the outskirts of town. It was the intention that Strev would only stay a few nights before finding his own digs, but they got on so well, he never got around to leaving. The two bedroom house was soon transformed into a shrine of good times.
The two young men were into sport, they both loved tennis, squash and running, which was just as well, for the amount of junk food and alcohol that was consumed, they would’ve been the size of small pack horses. Instead, their physical activities kept them in good shape; they were both tall and wiry in build. They were good looking, Strev’s straight black hair and rugged looks made him popular with the girls. Paul had those baby face features that girls seem to like, his fair hair and tanned complexion also made him desirable to the opposite sex.
There was more than a subtle difference between Strev and Paul when it came to the opposite sex. With Strev, it almost a hyperactive behaviour to date and bed as many girls as he could, he would quickly loose interest in his conquests and would always be on the lookout for the next. It was almost as if he was looking for the perfect girl and not able to find her. Paul had a more easy going nature, he was quite content to keep his girlfriends for long periods, he didn’t seem to mind when the relationship disintegrated for whatever reason, he would bide his time until another girl entered his life. It was interesting to watch Paul’s current girlfriend at the time as Strev brought an endless string of girls to the old house to bed and forget them.
It was towards the end of summer that Strev met Alana. He had been standing at the edge of a shopping centre when a freak rainstorm barrelled through. He could see his car in the car park, but like a crowd of other people sheltering in shop doorways, he had no intention running the gauntlet through the quickly flooding street. Alana had been standing close by and it didn’t take long before Strev noticed her, he ran his eyes over her tall frame and pretty features, her long fair wavy hair cascading down her back. First there was the catching of eyes and then the odd furtive smile. Then Strev with his usual cheeky antics; walked over to her and suggested a coffee. They chatted amicably over hot strong coffees until the rain stopped and the sun returned, Strev asked for a date which was accepted with a ready smile.
It wasn’t until the third date that Strev brought Alana back to the house with the intent of bedding her. Until this time, Paul had never really had the hots for any of Strev’s girlfriends, but this time he fell instantly in lust. Paul had never been a boob man; it didn’t matter whether they were big or small, just so long as they had something to play with. He was a bum and thigh man, to him there was nothing better than a nice curvy butt and shapely thighs. Thin women just didn’t appeal to him, there had to be curves and bumps all in the right places. Tight jeans and short skirts were just perfect; a shapely figure in just panties was to die for.
The night that Alana arrived, she was wearing tight jeans and a bright yellow top. Paul’s mouth dropped wide as he took in her figure when she wasn’t looking, he noticed how her jeans flared outwards from her narrow waist out to wide hips and a full curvy posterior. Her shapely thighs stretched the denim in all the right places. The insides of her thighs just touching as she walked leaving a small see through gap at the top. He took in how her long legs transported her lithe figure effortlessly around the kitchen and lounge.
Strev just smiled at his friend’s reaction, he knew full well what sort of effect Alana would be having on him. Alana soon made herself comfortable and chatted to both Strev and Paul, she noticed the casual glances of Paul but took them in her stride, and after all, she dressed to be looked at. That night, Paul lay alone in his bed listening to the moans and groans coming from the bedroom next door, the squeaking of the old bed leaving no illusion of what was happening. He lay jealous and frustrated, and in the end took himself in hand as he fantasised about was under those tight jeans.
The next morning, Strev gave Paul a wink and held up ten fingers, a silent indication of how good Alana had been in bed. A five was a satisfactory liaison; anything below was not worth the trouble. Most were between six and eight, occasionally a nine, but this was the first ten. Paul was indeed envious, especially when Alana emerged from Strev’s bedroom looking a million dollars. Over the usual high cholesterol breakfast, Alana chatted away as if nothing had happened. That night, Paul told Strev that she had the best butt and legs in the world, it was a comment he would later live to regret.
Over the next week or so, Alana spent an increasing amount of time at the old house and built up a good relationship with them both, unfortunately it was only Strev getting the sex. Paul’s frustration only grew as Alana wore her tight jeans, or short skirts, her lovely long brown legs on full display. Sometimes, she would don a pair of shorts and run with them in the weekends.
At the time, Paul was dating Cathy, a pretty little teacher he’d met at the local tennis club. They had been dating for a month or more before Alana came on the scene, and for Cathy it was hate at first sight. While Cathy wasn’t a prude, she just didn’t like the way that Alana dressed or acted. She had caught Paul’s wandering eyes on several occasions and wasn’t impressed one bit. In the end, she refused to come over to the house if there was any likelihood of Alana being there. As for Alana, she just didn’t care, if there was a problem, it certainly wasn’t hers.
For Paul, it was a difficult situation, if he wanted to be with Cathy, then he would have to go to her house, it was always well worth the visit as the sex was on tap and always rated a good seven. He however, liked spending time with both Paul and Alana, they were both good fun and there were always lots of laughs.
Alana also enjoyed the relationship with both Strev and Paul, the black sarcastic humour was rife and the atmosphere relaxed and casual. She was currently sharing an apartment with a mixed group, and while she got on with them, it was just more fun being with Strev and Paul. She was under no illusion of commitment with Strev, for she had met his type before. The sex was good and she intended to just hang out with the relationship; and with them until it ended for whatever reason. She would admit to finding Paul rather yummy to be with around. And while she knew he found her desirable, he never made one untoward gesture to her, other than just looking, which didn’t really count. It was something that she found interesting and sometimes desirable when his eyes were upon her. She enjoyed his attentions and wondered what was going through his mind, the more she dwelled on it she realised his attentions weren’t all that unwelcome.
One Sunday morning, Paul was in the kitchen with Alana making pate on toast, a favourite of all three of them. Strev was still in bed recovering from few too many beers the night before. Alana was again dressed in one of her short skirts; she caught Paul looking at her legs and grinned at him when he blushed at getting caught.
“Sorry.” he mumbled apologetically.
Alana laughed as she chewed on a small piece of toast, “You don’t have to be sorry. You can look as much you like; I kinda like it to be honest. After all, my legs are my best attributes, don’t you agree? I mean you did mention to Strev that I had the best legs in the world.”
She then laughed at Paul’s obvious embarrassment.
Paul grinned sheepishly, “That was only half of it. I actually said you had the best butt and legs in the world.”
A glint appeared in her big eyes, “How can you say that when you haven’t seen it all?” You’ve only seen the bottom of my legs in the flesh.”
“That’s enough; I’ve got a good enough imagination for what the rest would look like.”
Alana laughed as she headed out of the kitchen towards Strev’s bedroom, she stopped at the door way and flicked up the rear of her dress to display the rear of a red g-string and beautiful tanned buttocks.
“How about that?” she asked cheekily twisting her head in his direction to get his reaction. “Now you don’t have to imagine anymore.”
Paul lunged playfully after Alana who reacted by sprinting down the short hallway shrieking loudly.
“Strev, help me quick. Paul’s attacking me.” she cried as she burst through Strev’s bedroom door and slammed it behind her.
The door opened slightly a few seconds later and Alana’s grinning face appeared, Paul standing close by, shook a finger of warning at her. The door quickly closed.
A few day’s later before work, Paul was in the bathroom drying himself in the shower when Alana walked calmly in without knocking.
“Sorry, forgot my lipstick.” she commented picking up a black container from the vanity.
Her eyes moved to Paul’s nude body moving from his chest downwards stopping at his semi erect cock which had been stimulated with some over vigorous soaping a few minutes briefly. Her lips turned upwards into a smile as she turned and walked out of the bathroom. The door closed and then briefly opened again as Alana stuck her head through.
“By the way, not a bad looking dick, at least I don’t have to imagine anymore.” she commented.
The door closed quickly as Paul lashed out towards her with his towel.
It probably about this time that Strev was began to tire of Alana. While both the sex and her company was good, he was again yearning for new conquests, not easy when Alana now spent most of her free time at their place. Strev even suggested to Paul that maybe he take her on, but it fell on deaf ears. While Paul liked Alana a lot, he didn’t feel it appropriate that he should try and entice Alana away from Strev. What they both failed to take into consideration, was women’s intuition.
On a cool autumn evening, Alana let herself into the house with her key; the heat of an open fire hit her immediately as she walked into the lounge. She found Paul sitting close to the fire sipping on a cold lager listening to the soothing voice of Keb Mo on the stereo.
He looked up and smiled, “Hi. Strev’s been home and gone out somewhere. But there’s enough beer and food for both of us if you wanna hang around.”
Alana threw her bag on the couch and flopped down on the old two seater couch opposite, “Sounds good to me, got nothing better to do.”
Strev got up and got Alana a lager from the fridge and opened it before retuning to the lounge.
“Thanks.” she said taking the beer. “The fire’s nice.”
“Yeah, this place is cold as a bitch in winter. Gotta keep the fire going in the weekends; otherwise we’d freeze to death.”
They sat quietly for a while mesmerised by the flickering flame of the fire, then Alana stood up and removed her coat before sitting down again.
“That’s better.” she commented pulling her shortish skirt down her thighs before turning sideways and stretching her long frame length wise on the couch.
Paul grabbed a glance or two as she moved and wondered how she could still wear skirts in this cool weather.
“Nothing on TV, I’d rather just listen to CD’s.” he commented.
“No problem. So where’d Strev go?”
“Dunno, he zoomed in and zoomed out again. Didn’t say much.”
“He’s probably out chasing a bit of new skirt.” Alana said after a few seconds.
Paul didn’t know what to say, he had no intention of lying to Alana.
“It’s okay Paul. I know what he’s like. We’ve had some good times and nothing lasts for ever.”
“It’ll be strange not having you around.” he suggested.
“We’ll always be friends and I hope I can call around whenever I feel like it.”
Paul looked over and smiled, “You’d be in big trouble if you didn’t.”
“I’m sorry I broke you and Cathy up; that was unfortunate.”
Paul shrugged his shoulders, “It was her problem, not yours.”
“Yeah, but I could’ve toned it down a little bit, not been so dirty and flirty.”
“Nah, I like it when you’re dirty and flirty.”
Alana grinned back, “So, it’s just you and me tonight, how are you gonna entertain me?”
“Dunno, there’s not much to do but talk, drink beer and keep warm.”
“I’ve got a better idea. How’s about you come over hear and seduce me?”
Paul laughed, “Sure, gonna tease me a little are you?”
“Nope, not at all. If you ask if you can fuck me, then the answer’s no. But if you come over here and seduce me, and do a good job of it, you could get very, very lucky.”
Paul stared over at her not quite believing what he’d heard, she gazed back at him while lifting her skirt up her thighs and lifting one knee in a provocative pose.
“Well?” she asked.
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely, but you better get over here before I change my mind.”
Paul placed his beer on the floor and moved gingerly over to Alana, he sat on the edge of the couch with half an expectation to be laughed away. Instead, Alana took his hand and pulled him towards her. Their lips touched briefly for a few seconds before she pushed her tongue into his mouth, at the same time she placed her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Alana moved over when Paul stretched out on the couch beside her, they then snuggled down together. For a while, Paul was content just to kiss, their tongues exploring each other. He slid a hand down her side and lifted her skirt upwards, her skin felt warm and smooth as his hand caressed her thigh. She lifted one thigh a little as his hand wandered upwards and between them skirting her panties. His fingers traced the outline of her thigh over the edge of the smooth material before sliding down to her pussy. He sensed her warm arousal as his fingers teased the material between her thighs, the spongy feel of thick curls evident underneath. Her kiss became more urgent and passionate as he teased her with his fingers; she then broke the kiss and sighed deeply as his hand slid down the front of her panties.
Paul slipped a finger downwards through her pussy, her wetness immediately evident as he toyed with her inner lips. She pushed upwards, encouraging his finger inside her and whimpered as he obliged, her pussy warm and tight with the welcoming intrusion. His finger then slid upwards and found her clitoris; she jumped as he tweaked it with thumb and forefinger; then settled as he began to gently play with it. Alana turned to face Paul on the narrow couch, her hands reaching for his belt buckle, quickly undoing it and releasing the zip. Her hand was soon reaching inside and grasping his cock, pushing his briefs downwards she began to squeeze and stroke it. She tried to guide it to her pussy, but it was just a mad tangle of arms and legs on the confines of the couch. Alana pushed Paul away and then rolled with him as they hit the carpeted floor, the heat from the fire in front of them ignored.
They lay side by side kissing passionately as their hands explored each others bodies until Alana turned and moved into the 69 position over him. Paul raised her skirt over her hips and gazed at the amazing sight above him, Alana’s beautiful tan thighs astride his face. He ran his hands over her around the top of her thighs and marvelled at their shape and smoothness. His eyes moved to her panties, a wet patch evident through the area around her pussy. He stroked her pussy through her panties and then eased the material aside giving him his first glimpse of her womanhood. Her thick shiny wet lips were shaven smooth, a triangle of dark curls visible heading towards her navel. Her inner lips were a fine pink as was her large clitoris, her opening slightly gaping from his fingering. Paul ran his tongue up her left thigh; Alana eased her pussy gently down onto his face and squirmed as his tongue slipped between her lips. Paul sucked gently on each luscious lip for a short time before his tongue began to explore between them, he slipped his tongue deep inside her before lapping downwards to her clitoris. He sucked it deep into his mouth, then flicked his tongue over it and relished at her shuddering pleasure.
Above him, Alana was having trouble concentrating on the job at hand. She had managed to get his jeans and briefs down just as Paul had got his tongue inside her. All she could do is lean over Paul with closed eyes as the pleasure intensified, determined not to be selfish, she opened her eyes and reached for the erect cock in front of her face. At first she thought it was long and thin, but when her thumb didn’t meet her fingers around its girth, she realised it was all in proportion. It stood tall with a slight upwards bend, and the head thicker than the shaft. She flicked her tongue over the eye and lowered her mouth over the head sucking gently. It was still hard to concentrate as Paul worked on her from underneath with her hand movements and sucking spasmodic. Paul’s cock slipped from her mouth and she moved forward to retrieve it. Using his muscle action, he made his cock dance playfully in front her face. Alana tried to catch it with her mouth but was unsuccessful; she smiled mischievously under her body to find Paul grinning back at her from between her thighs. Using her left hand, she guided it back into her mouth and began to suck gently on the head.
Alana continued for a while before slowly easing herself away from Paul, slipping her panties off, she turned to face him, she straddled his stomach and then moved backwards towards his cock. Raising herself on one knee, she guided his cock to her pussy and ran it up and down her lips before guiding it to her opening. Her eyes widened as the head popped inside, lowering herself to both knees, she eased herself downwards with short strokes.
“Jeez, it isn’t small is it? I’m gonna have to be careful with this thing or you’re gonna ruin me.”
Placing her hands on his chest for balance, Alana eased Paul’s cock into her until she was sitting on him, then she sat still, smiled down at him and jiggled her breasts at him.
“My tits are feeling neglected, what’re gonna do about it?”
Paul laughed and reached for her top, she leaned forward as he undid the top buttons and pulled it over her head. He pulled her down onto his chest and reached around to unclip her bra, it slipped off as she pushed herself back up into the sitting position. Her breasts were small but with large erect nipples, his hands reached for them and cupped them both fitting nicely into his hands. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then removing his hands, she presented each for a little sucking.
Alana closed her eyes and began to concentrate on her cock filled pussy, with long slow strokes; she raised herself up and down. It was the biggest cock she’d ever encountered, not that she’d had many. Strev had only been her fifth lover and now Paul was her sixth. She’d been a late starter and had stayed with her boyfriends in long relationships. Having been burnt in her last two, she’d decided to throw caution to the wind and sleep with whom she wanted. Alana liked Strev’s cheekiness and he was fun to be with, then she had warmed to Paul and decided a few days ago that if the opportunity arose, she’d like to make love to him too. In the last few minutes, Paul had proved to be a more considerate lover than Strev. She liked the way Paul held and caressed her gently and how he kissed her. She felt in tune with his body as his cock stretched her insides bringing intense pleasure, all apprehension of being hurt had passed.
Paul rolled Alana onto her side and then moved on top of her, she experimented with the positions of her legs before lifting her knees back towards her chest. Paul moved slowly back and forth inside her, their bodies slapping noisily against each other.
“Mmmm, I think I’ve been seduced to my satisfaction.” she whispered into his ear.
“You okay down there, I’m not hurting you?” he asked.
“Nope, I’m okay at the moment, its real nice actually.” she replied and then gave him a kiss on the lips.
For the next few minutes, they lay intertwined and enjoying each others bodies, the slow but vigorous love making, and the heat from the fire making them glow with perspiration. Alana then pinned him inside her with her legs, and then looked up at him as she wiped her brow.
“It’s too hot like this, lets do something different.” she suggested.
Paul moved back off her and knelt between her wide thighs, her pussy was slick with her juices and her lips red from hard work. Paul eased her up and moved into a kneeling position with her chest resting on the couch. Moving behind her, Paul slipped his cock back into her pussy, she moaned in pleasure as he moved deep inside her. Her hand reached back to his thigh to ensure he didn’t hurt her, after adjusting her position she made herself comfortable and then relaxed to enjoy it.
Paul ran his hands over her buttocks and back as he worked his cock in and out of her, his hardness enjoying the tight wetness of her pussy. He appreciated the paleness of her bikini lines as he took in the splendours; her shapely figure, the full thighs and narrow waist. Alana moaned with pleasure as the upward angle of his cock pushed the large head in places in her pussy never yet explored until now. However, she twisted away from him before too long. Pushing him onto his back, she again straddled him and took his full length with ease.
“How about I make you cum like this?” she suggested. “I just love doing it this way.”
Without waiting for an answer, Alana lowered herself onto Paul’s chest and held him tight while sliding back and forth on his cock. They kissed as Alana began to pick up speed and after awhile she sat up and played with his nipples. Paul was surprised how much control she had, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly on upwards strokes and then relaxing as she took him back inside her. Her eyes were closed and her brow frowning in concentration as she continued to pick up the speed. Paul could feel his orgasm approaching as her body continued to move up and down. She too sensed it and opened her eyes searching for timing. She waited until the last moment before quickly swinging her body off of him; she reached for his cock and lowered her mouth over the head. Alana’s hand pumped furiously as his cock erupted in her mouth. She relaxed her lips allowing his cum to ooze downwards over her hand and the shaft of his cock. While she knew men loved to have their cocks in a nice warm pussy, there was nothing better than a combination hand job blow job orgasm, and wanted the first she gave Paul to be memorable. She looked upwards as his body bucked and shuddered under her control, his head tilted backwards as his back arched. She continued to milk him until he began to relax; she then swung a leg over him and slipped his cock back into her pussy.
Paul laughed, “You’re fucking crazy, do you know that?”
Alana smiled down at him as she rotated her pussy on his already shrinking cock. She held up her right cum covered hand for him to see and then began to wipe it over his chest.
“This is what happens when you get cheeky.” she said.
“I wasn’t being cheeky, that was absolutely the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” he wheezed trying to get his breath back.
She smiled at the compliment and then reached over for her beer beside the couch; it was half warm but still refreshing enough to remove the biter taste of cum. After taking a couple of mouthfuls, she offered the bottle to Paul who also took a swig.
“So what about you, how do you wanna cum?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m okay, don’t worry about it. Can’t manage it with a cock inside me, gotta be by hand or tongue.”
Paul poked her in the ribs, “One good orgasm deserves another and you’re not getting off the hook. Where do you want it, on the floor or on the couch?”
She smiled, “Well, if you insist, I’ll have it on the couch. But I’ll need a towel cause I squirt a bit when I cum.”
Paul watched as Alana lifted herself from his body, his spent cock fell out and lay on his thigh. She got to her feet and walked out of the lounge, he could hear water running in the bathroom for thirty seconds and then she returned with a towel and threw at him. She then walked out into the kitchen and returned with two cold beers from the fridge.
“Shit; its cold out there.” she commented as she raced to the fire place and stood close.
Paul gazed up at her; she looked stunning in the half light. Her body was still shiny from their lovemaking and her voluptuous figure on full display.
She caught him looking and smiled as she began to pose for him like a catwalk model, rear poses, then from the side and then full frontals.
“Is that enough, or do you want more?” she asked seductively while standing astride him giving him a birds eye view of her well worn pussy.
Alana then placed the towel on the couch and sat down, “Okay lover boy, get over here and lets see what you can do.” she said beckoning him with her finger.
Paul crawled close and knelt between her parted thighs, her pussy lips looked swollen and red, the curls above flattened with dampness from washing. He ran his tongue up her left thigh and down the other, and then kissed the top of her inner thighs near her pussy. She sighed in anticipation as his tongue slipped into her belly button and then downward through her curls to her parted lips. He kissed her pussy passionately, just like he would on the mouth, his tongue flicking across her clitoris and then downwards to her opening. He then changed tack and took her clitoris in his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth; he sucked it, and tweaked it with his tongue. She shivered in pleasure and then sighed deeply as his finger slipped inside her and pushed upwards and back against her clitoris from the inside.
Alana moaned loudly as Paul began to work her with his hand and mouth, she slipped one leg over the arm of the couch and then lay still as he worked on her. He gazed up at her face and took in her concentration, her closed eyes and furrowed brow, her deep breathing through her half closed mouth. His eyes dropped to her breasts, both glowing with perspiration, her nipples erect and hard. It took a while before anything happened, and when it did, it was sudden.
“Shit.” she gasped, as she raised her buttocks from the chair and pushed her pussy into his face.
“Ohhhh fuck, that’s nice.” she added as her buttocks relaxed back down onto the chair.
He could feel her flinch each time his tongue flicked across her clitoris, encouraged, he now began to pick up speed with his finger working inside her. He continued for another thirty seconds, then she reached down and eased his finger from her pussy. Placing a hand behind his head, she coached his face into a specific movement of speed and direction; he let himself be led as her warm juices covered his face.
“Mmmm, get ready, cause here it comes.” she whispered.
Alana then lay back and let herself cum, in an instant, intense pleasure soared through her body like a shock of electricity.
“Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh.” she whimpered and then endured the remainder of the orgasm in strained silence, her body seemingly relaxed, but rigid.
Paul raised his mouth a little as Alana ejaculated, but kept his tongue on her clitoris as her warm juices hit his chin before dropping to his chest. For Alana, it was a moment of pure ecstasy, something she always craved with sex, but not always achieved. She then squirmed trying to retain the high peak of pleasure, losing the battle; she then relaxed as the post orgasmic waves of pleasure flowed through her.
Paul waited until she had finished, then wiped his face and chest with the edge of the towel, then set about drying the shiny wet pussy just in front of his face. He dabbed it dry and flicked his tongue between her lips. Alana opened her eyes and grinned down at him as she slid off the couch and sat on the floor beside him.
“You’re not too bad at it, play your cards right and I might employ your services again. I could get used to a few more orgasms like that.” she commented.
“Might take you up on the offer, sort of enjoyed it myself.”
Minutes later, they sat quietly nestled into each other staring at the flickering fire.
“I hope Strev doesn’t mind.” Paul commented thinking aloud.
“Doubt it. He knows we fancy each other.” Alana replied. “The other night, he suggested we get together for a threesome.”
Paul was surprised, “What’d you think of that?”
“Dunno, I’m not against the idea, especially with you and Strev. Never had a threesome, reckon it’d be fun, but I wanted to do it with just you and me first.”
“So this was planned was it?”
“Nah, not really, well sort of I suppose. I was feeling horny tonight and you were available. Why, are you feeling used and abused?”
“I’m horrified that I’m only a sex object.” he joked.
She laughed, “Not just a sex object. I was hoping I’d be able to share your bed tonight, you know, you could keep me warm and all that.”
“Okay, I surrender, let’s clean up and then go to bed then.” Paul said getting to his feet and helping Alana to hers.
The fact that Paul and Alana got together was a good omen for Strev, he didn’t mind one bit as it now gave him open slather the rest of the available females in a twenty mile radius. Strev attacked his new challenge with gusto while Paul and Alana looked on with interest. Alana felt no jealousy and was perfectly content with Paul’s attentions. Unlike Strev, Paul was caring and affectionate, and the sex just got better and better. She enjoyed flirting with him, lifting her dress and showing him her panties. If they were alone, she would stand in front of him and tease him by flashing her pussy, or slowly lower her jeans to show off her thighs. It never failed to get a desirable reaction. She would sometimes tease him in public and try to arouse him, the trouble was she usually got herself a little horny at the same time and ended up just as frustrated.
It was a bitterly cold Saturday night that Strev brought his new girlfriend home to meet Alana and Paul. Strev met Petra through mutual friends and they fell in lust straight away. They had been to bed three times during the week before Strev decided it was safe to bring her home. Petra was of average height; her Middle Eastern heritage provided her thick black hair which fell gracefully down her back. Her eyes were large and dark, her face oval and pretty with high cheek bones. She was wide shouldered, her formidable bust stretching her tight pink jumper. A knee length tight fitting black skirt hugged her buttocks and thighs, below were black hose and boots.
The foursome had a meal out and then hit a bar or two before heading home, the prepared fire was lit and the chairs dragged close to absorb the welcoming heat. The room soon warmed and the red wine was uncorked. The lights were turned off and they settled to the atmosphere of the flickering fire. For a couple of hours, they sat, talked and laughed as the wine flowed. The inhibitions disappeared along with three bottles of wine, and the talk eventually turned smutty.
Petra was dreamily cuddled up to Strev on one of the couches when she looked up at him, “I’m in the mood for a little lovin’; trouble is, I don’t wanna leave the fire.”
“You can do it here if you want.” Alana suggested. “We could join you.”
Petra look over at Alana with her big eyes and grinned, “I’m not sure that I’m drunk enough for that.”
Alana held her eyes as she reached for the wine bottle and lifted it towards Petra’s glass, “Here you go then, wouldn’t like you to feel uncomfortable.”
Petra watched as her glass was filled, “What’d you have in mind?”
“Dunno, we could just watch each other.” Alana replied. “No expectations of swapping partners or anything. Just let things happen.”
Petra turned to Strev, “What do you reckon?”
He just laughed, “I’d love to.”
“How about Paul and I play around a little?” Alana suggested. “You guys can watch or join in if you want.”
Alana took Petra’s and Paul’s silence as a yes; she turned and smiled knowingly at Paul. She kissed him on the lips and then stood up in front of him, she slipped her shoes off, then undid the belt and zip on her jeans. She wriggled the tight denim down over buttocks and thighs while taking care to keep her red panties in place. Undaunted by the three sets of eyes upon her; she then slowly removed her top exposing a matching red bra. She stood still and looked into each of their eyes before kneeling between Paul’s open thighs, her hand finding the bulge in his jeans. She caressed it with one hand while the other unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. Leaning back, she eased his jeans down over his thighs and then removed them completely. Alana’s eyes turned to Petra as she ran her tongue over the bulge in Paul’s briefs, then raising the material; she allowed his erect cock to escape. Placing a hand around it, she stroked the full length of it as Petra watched with big eyes. Then supporting his cock at the base with her thumb and fore finger, she began sucking on the head. She left the thick shaft in full view for Petra to see from the adjacent but close couch next to her.
Petra turned slightly to get a better view and watched with pure excitement. She often fantasised about group sex, and watching Alana sucking Paul’s cock was quickly arousing her. She felt Strev’s hand slip under her skirt and opened her thighs slightly to accommodate him, his hand soon stroking her pussy. It was nice, but the layer of hose and panties detracted from her pleasure. Without taking her eyes off Alana and Paul, she reached down and unzipped her boots and slipped them off. She raised herself from the couch as Strev slipped her hose down over her thighs and removed them. His hand was soon between her thighs and under her panties; she squirmed as he inserted two fingers deep inside her. Strev began kissing her on the cheek, and while she was tempted to kiss him on the lips, she was reluctant to take her eyes from Paul’s shiny and wet cock, and Alana’s accommodating mouth.
Alana was multi tasking; she worked diligently on Paul while watching Strev’s and Petra’s progress. Satisfied that Petra was now into the situation, she released Paul’s cock from her mouth and then stood in front of him.
“Okay, take the panties off and let’s have some fun.”
Paul grinned, leaning forward he slipped her panties down and pulled her pussy towards his face. She opened her thighs a little as his tongue explored her wetness, then she pushed him playfully back and moved astride him. Alana looked over at Petra as she guided Paul’s cock to her pussy and eased herself slowly down on it, her face frowning in pleasure as she accepted the full length.
“He’s got a nice big cock, and he sure knows how to use it.” she stated to Petra as she began to slowly slide up and down.
Petra was now totally mesmerised, she watched as Paul undid Alana’s bra and removed it, then suckled on each breast. She was blissfully unaware as Strev eased her soaking panties off and discarded them; then eased his erect cock from his jeans. Petra let herself be guided wide-thighed onto Strev’s lap and moaned loudly as his cock slipped in to the hilt in one slurping action. She rotated her pussy on his cock while Strev rolled her top over her head and removed it; his hands gently caressed her heavy breasts through the material before reaching around to undo her bra.
Alana watched Strev and Petra and was just as fascinated, she took in Petra’s large breasts, her almost black nipples surrounded by dark skin. Her eyes dropped to her thighs, but the black skirt pulled high over her hips hid the good bits. She turned and looked down at Paul, his eyes also feasting on Petra’s breasts. Alana took Paul’s head in her hands and pulled his lips to hers, each tongue caressing the other. Then she slipped her head along side his ear.
“How’d you like to fuck Petra?” she whispered.
“Mmmmm.” Paul answered without hesitation.
“I’d like to watch you do it with her.” she added.
Alana then kissed him again with tender little pecks on the lips, she felt her pussy involuntary become wetter in anticipation. For the next few minutes, she contently slid up and down on Paul’s cock while watching the couple next to them. Then she slipped off his cock and knelt between his thighs. Taking it in hand, she took it into her mouth and sucked it gently, then ran her tongue over the shaft, purposely cleaning it for what was hopefully to come. Once satisfied, she looked over at Petra and smiled as her hand slowly stroked Paul’s cock.
“You wanna have a play with this? Alana suggested.
“You wanna do a swap?” Petra replied.
“Sure, if you want to.”
Petra stared at Alana and Paul for a few seconds; then turned to Strev.
“What do you reckon?” she asked, obviously unaware of his previous relationship with Alana.
Strev shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “Go ahead if you want to, it sounds like fun to me.”
Petra looked over at Alana and Paul, “I’ll do it, but just for a minute, okay.”
“Sure.” Alana replied moving away from Paul.
Petra eased herself from Strev and stood up, reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Paul gazed at Petra’s curvy full figure as she made her way to him, her large heavy breasts hung low, her waist narrow and her thighs large and shapely. Her pussy was shaved, but a triangular shadow of dark stubble re-growth was clearly evident. Thick pink pussy lips became visible as Petra parted her thighs to sit astride him.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” she said to Paul as she guided his cock towards her pussy.
“Are you okay with it?” he asked.
Petra laughed, “I am now, but I’ll probably wonder why tomorrow. But don’t worry, I wanna do it.”
She slipped the head of his cock up and down between her lips and then placed at her opening. She moaned as the large head popped inside, and then sat still for a few seconds before easing herself slowly down on the shaft an inch at a time. They both glanced over at Alana and Strev; she was sitting on the couch legs spread wide as he slipped his cock deep inside her.
Unlike Strev and Alana, it was an unfamiliar experience for both Petra and Paul; it was strange being intimate with someone new without any seduction or foreplay. Before this moment, they had never kissed, held hands, or even touched, yet they now sat intertwined with his cock firmly inside her pussy. For Petra, his large cock had stretched her wide and deep, while she was nervous, she was also enjoying the experience as she moved her pussy slowly round and round and up and down. For awhile they used each others bodies for their own pleasure and becoming more comfortable with the situation as the minutes passed.
Petra’s pussy felt so different from Alana’s, Paul admitted to himself. Alana’s was long and tight, and he could feel every contour of her insides, Petra’s was like a big void of warm wetness. Their faces were close, and Petra leaned forward and kissed him, just little pecks and the sucking of lips, their tongues touched and explored. But it was kisses of lust, not of passion, seemingly obvious to both of them. Paul’s hands explored her dark skin of her legs and then moved up to her breasts, he cupped them and tweaked her nipples.
“You don’t mind?” he asked.
She smiled, “No, it’s nice. You can do whatever you want.”
“Do you wanna do it like them?” he suggested.
“Okay.” she said rolling off on the couch to the side.
Paul waited for her to get comfortable and then moved between her open thighs, he gazed down at her large lips, they were long and thick, the outer ones darker in colour than the pink inner lips. He lowered his face deeply between her large lips which felt warm and wet against his cheeks. His tongue probing even deeper inside before moving up to her clitoris, it was large and bulbous, and easy to lick. He sucked it between his teeth and she jumped as his tongue flicked over it. Her juices ran freely over his face as he tweaked her clitoris with vigour.
While Petra was enjoying having her pussy licked, having it done by a complete stranger made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she knew that a usually obtainable orgasm wasn’t going to happen. Her hands reached for his face and eased it reluctantly out of her pussy.
“That’s enough of that, I wanna fuck some more.” she said.
She reached down for his cock and again slipped towards her pussy. She frowned as he pushed deep inside her and began to move with long slow strokes.
“Bloody hell.” she exclaimed and then laughed. “You’ve got one nice cock, I’m not gonna be able to walk straight after this.”
Paul eased her knees back up to her chest; Petra placed her hands around her thighs to keep them in place as his hands explored her breasts. For the next few minutes they took the time to enjoy each others bodies while watching Strev and Alana going hard at it close by. Still kneeling between her thighs, Strev was hammering into her, the slapping of their bodies audible for all to hear.
“You’re gonna wear me out too quick.” Petra commented after a while. “How about a little oral?”
Paul eased himself out of her pussy and they swapped places, she examined his cock closely, her fingers gently teasing the shaft as she eased it towards her opening lips. Paul winced as she sucked his knob and then slipped her tongue into the eye; she then removed it from her mouth and rubbed the shaft over her face. She returned the cock to her mouth and suckled on the knob, then unexpectedly gave six fast hard strokes with her hand and then stopped. Again Paul winced in surprise and then he grinned. Petra’s erratic style was causing Paul some anxiety, but then she settled down and began systematically sucking and stroking his cock. Every now and then, she could feel him nearing an orgasm, but each time removed her mouth and slipped her hand further down the shaft to minimise his stimulation. Then she would start all over again.
Alana’s voice interrupted them, “Hey Petra, can I have my man back now?”
“He’s all yours.” she replied after removing her mouth from his cock and rolled away across the carpet.
Paul lay back in all his splendour as the girls swapped lovers, Alana threw herself astride him pinning his cock against his chest. She kissed him at the same time rubbing her warm pussy lips over his shaft. Reaching down, she then slipped his cock inside her and worked her way down on it, her tightness again reminding him of the differences between the two girls. She broke the kiss and leaned forward placing her mouth close to his ear.
“So champ, how was she?” she whispered.
Great, and nice big tits to play with.”
“But you told me that you don’t like big tits. Not trying to make me jealous are you?” she joked.
“Hell, no. Your pussy’s much tighter.”
Alana laughed, “That makes me feel much better. Anyway, you’re a better fuck than Strev, just thought you might wanna know.”
“Thanks, I’ll tell him that next time he insults me.”
She laughed again, “Just make sure I’m not around.”
Alana leaned into him and hugged him tight, she moved up and down slowly on his shaft. They kissed passionately as they enjoyed each other; they fondled and caressed time away, sometimes watching Strev and Petra. Then Alana leaned back and twisted Paul’s nipples to get his attention.
“I just feel in the mood for a big fat orgasm. How about you give me a good licking, and then I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Is that a deal or what? ”
Paul pretended to think about it and then gave a weary nod; Alana gave his nipples a good squeeze for the intended insult as she slipped backwards allowing his cock to spring free. He grinned and rubbed his nipples fiercely to help rid himself of the pain. They swapped places and Paul waited as Alana positioned her buttocks on the edge of the couch and leaned backwards before opening her thighs for him. Her pussy was red, sopping and gapping as his tongue slipped up her thigh. His mouth settled upon her lips, and then vengefully took them between his teeth and applied pressure. Alana’s eyes opened wide in fearful anticipation as she realised that this was revenge for twisting his nipples.
She clasped her hands as if in prayer, “No, no. I’m sorry, I promise to be good. Please don’t bite.”
Paul maintained his grip on her lips as he stared up at her face, then slowly released his grip and slide his tongue over her clit. Her relief was plain to see as she grinned and shook a fist at him. He began to work on her and she slowly closed her eyes once she felt that he could be trusted. For the next few minutes, Paul suckled on her pussy as his hands explored her thighs.
From her vantage point on the couch close by, Petra watched with great interest as Paul licked Alana’s pussy. With her legs spread wide, Petra could clearly see Paul’s tongue sliding up and down Alana’s lips, and how he would linger around her clitoris. For the past few years, Petra had sometimes fantasised about licking another woman’s pussy, other times she had almost been almost ashamed of her bi-sexual thoughts. She wasn’t interested in a full sexual experience with the same sex; it was just the oral sex thing that interested her. Petra loved having her pussy licked and sucked and it gave her pleasure like nothing else, and she wondered what it was like to be giving rather than receiving. She would never have considered going to bed with another woman on a one on one basis, but here was an opportunity that she might never have again. Her brain was confused, part of it wanted desperately to slip her tongue between those beautiful lips, the other part warning her against it. But as the minutes ticked past, she was more and more tempted, and in the end her curiosity got the better of her.
“Hey Alana, would you mind if I gave you a licking?” she asked.
It took a second or two for the question to sink into Alana’s brain.
She turned and looked over at Petra, “What?”
“I’ve always wanted to lick a pussy, would you mind if I took Paul’s place, just for a minute or two?” Petra asked. “You don’t have to do it to me.”
Alana stared at Petra, still a little confused by the question and Paul’s attention on her pussy, “Shit, I dunno.” she replied after a few seconds. “Never had a woman do it to me.”
“Go on Alana.” Strev said. “Let her have a little turn.”
For the first time that night, Alana had begun to lose control of the situation. She wasn’t all that apposed to the idea, but it had come as quite a shock. How would it feel to have a woman licking her pussy instead of a man, would she be repulsed or would she like it?
Paul lifted his head from between her thighs, “Go on Alana, what’s the harm. Let her try it.”
Alana sighed with resignation, “Okay, but just for a minute.”
Paul moved away and made way for Petra who manoeuvred herself between Alana’s thighs. She ran her hands up Alana’s smooth legs and over her pussy; then kissed her way up her left thigh. Alana watched as Petra’s head closed on her pussy, she leaned back and closed her eyes and jumped involuntarily as a warm tongue found her clitoris.
At first, Petra gingerly explored the warm wetness, her tongue darting over her lips and between them. She savoured the taste and realised it differed from her own. As Petra grew more confident, she slipped her face into Alana’s pussy; she sucked on the smooth lips and explored her opening as deeply as she could. She then moved upwards to her clitoris and sucked it just how she liked her own sucked. She took great satisfaction when Alana began to move with her and her juices began to flow more readily.
As the seconds ticked by, Alana relaxed as Petra worked on her. It felt good, she told herself, a woman’s soft and smooth skin around the mouth different from the usual raw stubble of a male. It was gentler and almost more thoughtful than she had ever experienced before.
“It’s nice, real nice.” Alana murmured after a while. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Petra lifted her head briefly, “Nope. Do you want me to stop?”
Alana shook her head, “Nah, you can keep going for a while if you want.”
Strev watching close by; was greatly aroused at Petra and Alana antics. Unable to contain himself any longer, he moved behind Petra’s raised buttocks and slipped his cock slowly into Petra, she whimpered briefly as he moved in and out of her with long slow strokes. Alana sensing the change in movement opened her eyes to find Strev assaulting Petra. She looked over at Paul sitting on the arm of the couch, flicking her tongue at him; she beckoned him closer and soon had his cock between her lips. For the next few minutes, the four lovers enjoyed each other in a way never experienced before.
Petra eventually broke the foursome by getting to her feet, slipping away from both Strev and Alana. She turned and took Strev by the hand and led him back to their couch, she lay spread legged and waited for him to mount her. Paul gazed over at Alana who beckoned him closer.
“Back over here, jobs only half done.” she instructed.
Paul obliged and knelt once again between her open thighs; Alana closed her eyes as pleasure began to ooze through her body. For a while she lay still as his tongue explored her clitoris and below, her arousal picked up when a finger and then a second was inserted inside her. She lifted her buttocks high off the couch as a third was inserted. Her clitoris was then sucked deep into Paul’s mouth, and a tongue flickered across the tip.
“Ohhhhh fuck.” Alana whimpered after a few seconds. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”
It happened all of a sudden, her body shuddered violently as her orgasm overwhelmed her, a gushing of her juices sprouted from her covering his face, chest and shoulders, some reaching the floor.
“Fuuuuuck.” Alana moaned loudly and seconds later laughed as she relaxed.
A surprised Paul looked around for the closest thing to clean himself with, he found Alana’s discarded top and wiped his face and chest. Then he sat back and gazed at her ravaged pussy. It was wet and red, her inner lips ajar and her opening gapping, the curls above soggy and flattened
“Sorry about that.” Alana apologised half a minute later. “But that was one hell of an orgasm. Your turn now, get up here and I’ll fix you up.”
Alana soon had her lips around Paul’s cock, her fingernails gently stroking the shaft; she looked up and smiled into his half closed eyes. Sensing a movement beside her, she turned and found Petra watching her over the arm of the couch.
“I’m glad you didn’t cum all over me.” Petra commented. “Wasn’t expecting to see that happen.”
Alana removed her mouth from Paul’s cock and looked over at Petra, “An occupational hazard with me. Sometimes it’s not much, but when I cum good, it’s like this.”
“I’m different.” Petra replied. “I just have lots of little ones.”
Alana grinned mischievously at Petra and waved Paul’s hard cock at her, “Wanna help me with this?”
“Sure.” she replied and moved closer.
Paul looked down as the two girls worked on his cock, each sucking him for a few seconds before offering his hardness to the other. Then one would suckle on his knob while the other used her tongue on the shaft, the warm wetness of their mouths close to heavenly.
“How’s that feel?” Alana asked Paul.
He laughed, “Fucking fantastic; sure could get used to this sort of treatment.”
“Why aren’t I surprised?” she replied before slipping her mouth onto his cock.
For the next minute or so, the girls picked up the pace, and while Paul wanted it to last he knew he was fast running out of time. With Petra sucking eagerly on his knob, Alana’s hand moved faster and faster on his shiny and slippery shaft. Paul soon began to tremble in anticipation.
“Get ready.” Alana warned her accomplice. “He shoots lots, so be careful.”
Petra raised her mouth and flicked her tongue over the eye of Paul’s cock, her thumb and forefinger stretched around the glands near the head and stroked vigorously in time with Alana’s hand below. Paul was shaking in pre-orgasmic splendour when Petra’s grip under the head of his cock tightened fiercely just as he was about to ejaculate. He moaned in frustration and agony as his ejaculation was halted. His buttocks rose high off the couch as his cock attempted to spasm for the second time, this time Petra released her grip allowing the ejaculation.
“Aaaahhhh, fucking hell.” he moaned as his cum shot high over his shoulder landing on the back of the couch.
Petra shifted her aim and the second shot hit high on the chest. The girls smiled as they gazed up at Paul’s twisted face, his cum firing lesser amounts and a shorter distance with each spasm.
“Fuck, what are you trying to do to me?” he asked as his got his emotions back together.
“I just love doing that.” Petra said to Alana while wiping her cum filled hand through his pubic hair. “It near kills them every time. You have to admit it made your orgasm more intense.” she directed at Paul.
Paul shook his head in disbelief and looked over at Alana who grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t look at me; I had nothing to do with it.”
“Hey girls, do I get a turn?” Strev asked.
They looked over at him and found him sitting on the edge of the adjacent couch slowly stroking his erect cock.
“Nah.” Alana replied. “You’re doing such a good job over there; you might as well finish it.”
“Just joking.” Alana added after Strev pulled a face.
The girls moved over to Strev and set about giving him the same treatment. As his orgasm neared, Alana worked the head while Petra worked the shaft. Alana intended to delay Strev’s orgasm just as Petra did to Paul but at the last moment, couldn’t bring herself to actually do it. Instead, she raised her face and allowed him to cum over her chin and neck. Afterwards, Strev smiled down in knowing appreciation of being let off the hook.
“Chicken.” Petra accused her shortly after as she cleaned her cum covered hand on Alana’s top.
Alana just grinned.
The four of them sat on the floor in front of the fire drinking cold beers. Alana cuddled into Paul as Petra with Strev; they were comfortable with their nudity and spoke freely about the experience. There were no regrets and all agreed it was something that they would never forget. After a while, Strev and Petra departed for bed leaving Paul and Alana alone. As the fire died down, Alana lay face down on the carpet near the fire. Paul again marvelled at her curves, her smooth skin glowed with perspiration. He knelt beside her and peppered her with light kisses and listened to her purr in appreciation. She rolled onto her back and gazed up at him, reaching out she pulled him down beside her and snuggled into him.
“No regrets?” she asked after a while.
“None. You?”
“Nah, it was good and dirty.” she replied.
When the fire eventually died down and the room cooled, they too headed for the bedroom.
For the next few days, everything returned to normal with the exception of the knowing smiles and furtive glances. On the Wednesday night, Strev arrived home alone and joined Paul and Alana by the fire and watching TV. The conversation turned to sex and Strev suggested a threesome. To both Paul’s and Strev’s surprise, Alana declined suggesting it wasn’t a good idea. Later in bed, Alana explained her feelings. While she enjoyed the foursome; she just didn’t feel the intimacy that she enjoyed when it just her and Paul. She liked being the sole recipient of Paul’s attention and enjoyed giving herself fully to him, and that two was better than three or four. Paul stroked her hair and truthfully told her that he felt the same way too.
Two weeks later, Petra was soon discarded by Strev due to a lack of interest. Then just as suddenly as Alana entered their lives, she left it in the same way. She called Paul at work one afternoon and told him that she was leaving town for family reasons. She promised that she would be in touch, but it never happened. They both missed her company, but Paul more. They missed the sound of her voice and the way she made them laugh, her dirty comments and flirtatious behaviour, and how her tight jeans and short skirts aroused their desires.
Strev just continued with his normal behaviour and bedded as many damsels as he could manage. Paul remained a bachelor for a few weeks before meeting Linda at a party, and soon fell into a lustful relationship with the curvy and pretty long haired brunette. Linda was also surprised at Strev’s sexual escapades but countered it by making sure Paul was as happy and content in all ways as he could be. As time drifted on, Paul sometimes wondered what happened to Alana. She was one in a million and he would always remember her as the girl with the best pair of legs in the world.