True To Life II

A Sequel To True To Life

Part One

The late afternoon sun covered the large
bedroom's far wall as the scarlet haired woman
finally stirred. A soft hand reached out from
beneath the silk blue sheet, turning the alarm clock
on the night table so that she could see it. A pair
of sleepy emerald eyes tried to focus on the LED
display as they formed 10:47.
"Well there goes most of the morning."
the thirty-four year old thought as she retreated
back under the sheets.
As she shifted position, she bumped into
the other body sharing the large oak bed. Or to be
specific, the soft cheeks of her naked ass pressed
up against the young man's equally exposed and
semi-hard cock. The press of flesh against flesh
brought a warm smile to the now fully alert
redhead.
Memories of the previous night made her
smile even brighter. She brushed a lock of dark
brown hair from across the closed eyes of her still
sleeping companion. His features were decidedly
handsome, possessed of an almost little boy
cuteness. The body below was smooth, almost
hairless - exercised and well toned. His name was
Michael Rossi and he was all of eighteen and a
half years old.
The previous summer, she and Michael
had enjoyed an adventurous affair, made even
more forbidden by the fact that at the beginning of
it he had still been one of her students at Peterson
High School. Currently, Michael was a freshman
studying Industrial Arts at Brookfield University.
The night she and Michael had first made
love had been a turning point in the life of Arlene
Koda. She was trapped in a loveless marriage and
about to have the one thing she really loved, her
teaching career, taken from her. Her now soon to
be ex-husband, Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, had been
made head of surgery at the prestigious Saint
Matthew's Hospital. As such, he expected her to
give up the teaching career she'd begun before
she'd met him and simply become Mrs. Alan
Fitzgerald. It was already a point of constant
contention to him that she had kept her maiden
name.
The afternoon before her marriage had
ended, Arlene had found a sketch book in one of
her classes belonging to Michael. Inside were
dozens of sketches depicting Michael in various
sexual acts with an attractive woman. It didn't
take more than a cursory glance to realize that the
woman in the drawing was her.
At first she had confiscated the book, as
any other teacher had done. Later, she had a
change of heart and called his house to say he
could pick up the book that evening. Just because
her life was going down the toilet, she'd reasoned,
there was no reason his should too .
Prior to Michael's arrival, she'd had the
worst fight of her marriage, ending in Alan's
ultimatum. With her husband going to a planned
awards dinner without her, Arlene had begun to
drink rather more heavily than normal.
It would've been easily to blame her
seduction of Michael on the alcohol, but she knew
that wasn't really true. It just gave her an excuse.
The sexual detonation between the two of
them had been explosive. So much so that
Michael was originally afraid that she might have
claimed he'd raped her after she sobered up.
When she'd shown up at graduation after being
out the last two weeks of the school year due to
"family matters", Michael saw his future behind
bars.
Instead, she was all smiles and
compliments. In fact, she had offered him a
commission to paint a portrait of her to go with
the redecoration of her house that she was
planning over the summer. He'd accepted the job
and as a fringe benefit had gotten to act out every
one of those drawings that filled out his sketch
book.
The affair had ended in September when
Michael went off to college. He went off with the
knowledge that his sexual education had been
advanced by years.
As for Arlene's marriage, well that had
ended during those two weeks she had missed
school. Alan had no choice but to give her the
divorce she craved -- and on her terms. The
threat of a hostile court action where she might
stand up in public and tell the world that she'd
screwed one of her students was something he'd
never dare risk. The Board of Trustees at Saint
Matthew's would've never understood.


It was spring break and Arlene had been
very surprised by Michael's call last night. He
said that he was home visiting and could he stop
by? The prudent thing for Arlene to do would've
been to make some excuse and let the past stay
there. But prudence hadn't been in her
vocabulary this past year, so she had said yes. She
knew full well that they'd end the night in bed
together.

It had been fun she had to admit. Michael
had learned well the lessons she'd taught him over
last summer. It was also quite obvious that he'd
been paying just as much attention to his physical
development while away at school as his mental
growth. His body was much more defined than
the last time she'd seen it.
Had it been before or after midnight that
they'd taken a break and talked about his life at
Brookfield. She had asked if he had a girlfriend
and had been both surprised and pleased when he
said that he had started seeing Jenny Greene.
Jenny, of course had been the hottest girl
at Peterson High and before Michael's "summer
education" wouldn't have given him much more
than a casual glance.
"Is she good in bed?" Arlene had asked as
she had gently stroked his spent cock.
"Not as good as you of course." he had
answered, bringing a smile to Arlene.
"Liar!" she'd playfully hissed, giving his
cock a hard tug.
"Okay, almost as good as you." he
relented.
Arlene had more than a few occasions to
see Jenny's rather impressive body in it's natural
state back during the girl's high school days.
Every teacher had to take a turn as locker room
monitor. A long haired blonde, she remembered
Jenny as having a near perfect form, capped by a
beautiful pair of 34C breasts. Arlene's own
breasts of course were a much more impressive
36D.
In another fascinating turn of events in her
new found independence, Arlene had become
much more aware of other women's bodies of
late. Some nights she wondered what it would be
like to be a little more than aware of those bodies.
Not any of her students of course, that was a risk
that she would never repeat. More than a few
times she'd noticed women at the health club she
belonged to checking her out. It might be very
interesting to invite one of them to lunch one day
and see where it developed.
That however was a thought for another
day. Michael stirred in his sleep, causing the edge
of the sheet he had wrapped around himself to pull
away. His semi-hard cock was now fully exposed.
The sight brought to mind summer nights he had
told his parents that he had worked too late to
drive home and would sleep in the guest room.
With that memory came another of a special treat
she used to give him on those morning afters.

Sliding out from her own side of the sheet,
Arlene moved down on the bed and carefully lifted
his cock into the air. Moving to within a few
inches of his young manhood, she could see the
dried residue of their lovemaking. They'd both
been too tired after that last session to even wash
up. The delight of that final climax fresh in her
mind, she guided his cock into her mouth.
It didn't take long for the warm softness of
the older woman's mouth to bring Michael to a
full hardness. Skillfully, her tongue played across
his cockhead, then up and down his shaft. Soft,
slender finders stroked his length and her wet trail
extended down to his balls. She took first one and
then both into her mouth, covering them with
kisses.
"Oh yessss." Michael moaned as he woke
to such a pleasant feeling. It took him a few
seconds to remember the sensation of waking up
to a blow job, and an additional moment to
reassure himself that he still wasn't dreaming.
Now that she had his full and undivided
attention, Arlene's head began to bob up and
down even faster. The ripples of delight of that
action sent another series of soft moans to
Michael's lips. Already he could feel an explosion
building deep in his loins.

Lost in the euphoria that engulfed his
manhood, Michael didn't hear the sound of the
door chimes -- even after they rang a second and
third time. It wasn't until the forth time when
Arlene let his cock slip from her mouth that he
heard them.
"Oh shit! he heard her mutter as a look of
remembrance flashed across her face.
A corresponding look of disappointment
filled his own face as Arlene climbed off the bed
and reached for the bright red Japanese robe she
kept draped over a nearby chair. The dress and
undergarments she'd worn the night before were
strewn across the floor from the bedroom out to
the living room.
"I forgot about a ... delivery." she said a
little nervously as she pulled tight the sash of her
belt. "You just wait here, I'll be back in a few
minutes." she added.

As she disappeared out the bedroom door,
Michael wondered what the deliveryman was
going to think when she came to the door wearing
nothing but that robe. It barely came down to
below her ass and the fold in front gave a more
than ample view of her beautiful breasts.

Time passed slowly as Michael laid back
naked in bed and stared at the ceiling. His cock
was still hard and the idea of finishing it off by
himself flashed in his mind. Then just as quickly it
was dismissed. How could his hand ever compare
with the rich softness of Arlene's lips.
Glancing at the clock on the night table,
Michael realized that almost fifteen minutes had
passed since Arlene had left. What was taking her
so long? He waited another five minutes, then
climbed out of bed himself. Moving to the door,
he tried to listen to sounds from the living room
but didn't even hear voices. Michael looked
around for his pants, then remembered that they
were also left on the living room floor.
Grabbing a bath towel from the connecting
master bedroom, he wrapped it around his waist
and walked out of the bedroom. Quietly and
carefully he moved, not wanting to make any
noise. He'd just gotten to the end of the hall
leading to the living room when he had a sudden
attack of conscience.
What was he doing? There could be a
dozen perfectly understandable reasons why
Arlene was taking so long. If someone were to
see him dressed like this and coming out of her
bedroom, the results would be catastrophic. What
was he thinking?
He was about to back down the hallway
when he finally heard her voice in the living room.
The only problem was that it wasn't words he
heard -- it was a grunt.
A half dozen images flashed in his mind,
the worst being that it hadn't been a deliveryman
at the door but someone who had attacked her.
Now oblivious to the fact that he was practically
nude, he ran into the living room.

No sooner had he stepped out into the
open when Michael came to a dead stop. The
image in front of him was definitely not one he
expected to see.

Arlene was on her knees, the robe she had
been wearing tossed aside. Standing above her
was a tall blonde young man dressed in a T-shirt
and jeans. Or almost dressed in jeans, Michael
quickly corrected himself, because both the pants
and the underwear beneath it now rested around
his ankles. His cock however, was barely visible,
buried as it was in Arlene's mouth.
He watched dumfounded as his lover's
sensuous lips slid back and forth across the new
arrival's hardness -- much in the same way they
had caressed his own manhood such a short time
before. As many times as he had drawn a scene
like this, the young artist had never actually seen a
woman give head outside of a porn film. The
image was captivating. So much so that it was
almost a minute before he even got a look at the
face of the new recipient of her charms.
Shock and recognition flashed across his
face. Michael knew the other young man. He was
closer to him than his own brothers and had been
his best friend since the 9th grade.
"Oh shit!" he called out without thinking.
"Bobby!"

The former football star of Peterson High
looked up and the same look of shock flashed
across his face. The fact that his best friend was
wearing nothing more than a bath towel didn't
even register in his mind -- only his presence.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he took a big
step backward, his cock pulling out of Arlene's
mouth. "Mike!"

You could've heard the proverbial pin
drop in the quiet that gripped the room at that
moment. Both young men just stared at each
other, not knowing what to say. Long seconds
stretched out to an eternity until Arlene broke the
silence.

"Oh dear, I knew this was going to be a
problem." she said as she got up off of her knees.
"I was so hoping to be able to take of Bobby here
and send him on his way before you started
getting too curious. This type of situation can be
so awkward."
By this time it was plainly evident to both
friends that Mrs. Koda had been screwing both of
them. Bobby had started at State U at the same
time that Mike had gone away to Brookfield.
State being only an hour's drive away, Bobby still
lived at home. Evidently, he had become Mike's
winter replacement.
In the course of Mike's unexpected visit
last night, Arlene had forgotten that she had asked
Bobby to come over and clean out her garage.
She'd promised him a little treat when he was
done.

"I guess since I'm the one who's dressed,
at least sort of, I should leave." Bobby finally said
in an attempt to break the situation with a little
humor.
"Don't be silly, we're all adults here."
Arlene said, her tone the voice of reason. Aren't
we?"
Neither of the friends had a response.
"Look at the two of you." Arlene
continued. "Are you going to throw away a
friendship because I fucked both of you?"
Arlene's use of the work "fuck" caused
both of them pause. They both had noted that
during lovemaking her vocabulary tended to get
down and dirty, but right now it seemed out of
content. Despite her nudity, she was back in what
she referred to as her teacher mode -- the voice of
authority.
"Lets keep this in perspective here." said
the Teacher. "What we have here is three adults,
who, for what ever reason, are just having a good
time with each other. There's no relationship
here, it's just sex -- pure and simple. None of us
are under the illusion that it's anything else -- are
we?"
Michael and Bobby both nodded their
heads in agreement. It wasn't like either of them
really thought they were the only man in Arlene's
life or that she was looking for anything from
them other than a good time in bed. Which was
exactly what they were looking for from her. It
was only the revelation that they both were her
lovers that had shocked them.
"I mean it's not like Bobby here had
crawled into Jenny Greene right after you left."
she added.

"You screwed Jenny Greene?" Bobby
turned and asked Michael, his voice reflecting a
mixture of both amazement and admiration.
"Yeah." Michael replied, a touch of pride
in his own voice.
It was the first direct communication
between the two and that simple exchange told
Arlene that their friendship was still solid. Which
gave her another idea.
"Unfuckinlievable." Bobby said quietly as
he slowly shook his head. He had struck out with
Jenny the four times they had gone out back in
high school.
"So you two are still friends." Arlene said,
looking for a vocal confirmation.

Michael looked at Bobby for a moment
and then said. "Never anything but..."
"Damn right." Bobby agreed as he held
out his hand.
Michael quickly walked over and shook it.

"Good, now that we have that settled."
Arlene smiled a wicked smile. "I have an
suggestion."
Both young men looked at their former
teacher. In the course of their erotic encounters
with her, they'd seen that smile before. Usually
just before she suggested something outrageous.
It had also been their experience that it was also
usually something fun that they never would've
tried on their own.

"You know, I've always wondered what it
would be like with two guys at once." Arlene said
as she reached out and ran a hand over each of
their cocks. "And since I have two such really
prime specimens here, maybe it's time I found
out? What with you two being such friends and
all."

Mike looked at Bobby and Bobby at him.
No words were needed for both of them to know
what the other was thinking. It was that they
were the best of friends that made this such a hard
decision. If they were strangers who might never
see each other again it would be easy. One other
thing they were both sure of. If they said no, it
would be the last time either of them got to see,
much less play with, that naked body standing
between the two of them. And even at 34, it was
a hotter body than either of them expected to see
again for a long, long time.

Arlene didn't catch the silent nod of
agreement between the two friends, but was more
than pleased when Michael said.
"Why the fuck not!"
"Yeah, why the fuck not!" Bobby
parroted.
"Excellent." Arlene beamed. "First order
of business though is for all of us to get cleaned
up."
Seeing that Michael was still covered with
the dried residue of his nocturnal exertions and
Bobby had just cleaned out the garage, it didn't
seem like such a bad idea.


True To Life II
by Ann Douglas

Part Two

As she led the two young men through her
bedroom to the master bath, Arlene was pleased
with how this morning was progressing. The idea
of taking both of them to bed had been a sudden
inspiration, but one which she wondered why she
hadn't considered before. From the moment she
considered it, she never contemplated the idea that
either Bobby or Michael would say no.
The thirty-four year old teacher knew that
neither of them was going to take the chance that
they wouldn't be invited back to her bed. It
wasn't that they didn't have girls their own age
who wouldn't spread their legs willingly - in fact
she knew for a fact that Bobby had screwed half
the cheerleaders at Peterson High. No, it was the
fact that none of the girls their own age, however
willing, was capable of the uninhibited lust that
Arlene demonstrated time after time.

It wasn't long until Bobby was as nude as
both Michael and Arlene. She took a brief
moment to admire his physique. Active in sports
since grammar school, Bobby Williams had the
body of a athlete. Unlike Michael, he had a fair
amount of body hair, especially around his crotch.
If it had been dark instead of blonde it might have
detracted from his impressive specimen of
manhood. A little larger than Michael's, it was
thicker as well. Then again, it seemed natural
since he was also taller and larger than his friend.
Out of the corner of her eye, Arlene
noticed a potential problem with her planned fun.
Even though she was sure the sight of each other
naked wasn't new to each of the young men, the
circumstances certainly were. She saw the look of
uneasiness on Michael's face as the last of
Bobby's clothes fell to the floor.
A smile on her face, she stepped between
them and put her hands around each of their
cocks, stroking them back and forth until they
became hard once again. Pulling them closer until
she was sandwiched between them, she pressed
her lips against Michael's. Then, just as softly,
she shifted her attention and kissed Bobby as well.
"If this is going to work," she whispered.
"the two of you are going to have to relax."
As she spoke, she let go of their now erect
cocks and instead took each of them by the hand.
Then she guided each of those hands to the others
cock.
"Stroke it." she instructed in the same tone
she used in the classroom.
Automatically, each of them obeyed,
running their fingers up and down the length of
the other's member. It felt both strange and
familiar.
"Now that's not so bad, is it." Arlene said
as she ran her hands over theirs. "In fact I bet it
feels kind of nice, doesn't it?"
Neither responded, yet neither stopped
playing with the other's cock either.
"I just wanted you to see that there was
nothing wrong with touching each other." she
continued. "Because once we get started, you're
certainly going to come in contact with each other
quite a lot." she laughed.


The shower in the master bedroom was a
large oversized affair with just enough room for
the three of them. Overhead showers from both
ends of the large stall covered their bodies,
washing away the last remnants of their exertions.
A slippery film of soap covered Arlene's body as
two sets of male hands ran up and down her body.
As they did, she kissed each of them, using her
hands to rub their bodies as well.
As former students began to play with her
breasts, Arlene let out a small sigh of satisfaction.
Each of them lifted a breast to his mouth and
closed their lips on it. Tongues caressed each
nipple to a firm hardness, bringing even louder
sighs from the Teacher.
Sandwiched in-between her two young
men, Arlene shifted position and pressed back
against Bobby, her soft ass cheeks rubbing against
his rock hard cock. At the same time, she pulled
Michael tight against her, his own stiff member
pressed firmly against her cunt.
"Squeeze me tight." she laughed.
They quickly complied, reaching out and
taking the other by his back and pulling him
closer.
"Mmmm I like that." Arlene replied as
their soapy skins rubbed against each other.
Spreading them apart, she took each of
their cocks in hand and played with then a little.
Highly lubricated by the soap and water, her hands
quickly raced back and forth. It wouldn't have
taken much to bring both of them to a climax.
But she had far more interesting things in mind
than simply jerking them off.
"Tell me the truth." she said as she had
their undivided attention. "Two good friends like
yourself ... you ever do this for each other?"
Mike looked up at Bobby and found the
same expression that he knew was reflected on his
own face. Back when they were thirteen and just
learning about sex, they had compared notes
about masturbating. Several times they had
masturbated together -- one night they had even
jerked each other off. But that was as far as it had
ever went. Later they had felt a little strange
about it all and it hadn't been repeated.
"I thought so." Arlene grinned as she saw
the look on both of their faces.
With that she dropped to her knees and
steered both cocks into the cleansing stream of
warm water, washing off all traces of soap.
Taking Bobby's cock in her mouth, she let in side
as far into her mouth as it would go, tickling it
with her tongue. Arlene repeated this several
times before replacing it with Michael's cock and
giving it the same treatment.
The game of dueling cocks went on for a
few minutes as Arlene continued to lick and nibble
her way up and down the length of each. At one
point she had both cockheads in her mouth at the
same time, rubbing both against each other and
her inner cheeks.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "That old saying
was right ... two heads are better than one."
Bending down so that her tongue could
reach under their balls, the redhead gave them a
complete oral bath as well. Her free hand still
gripping both cocks tight against each other and
stoking them softly.
"I think we're clean enough." she
concluded. "Why don't we get out of here and
get us some room to really play?"
The suggestion was warmly greeted by
both young men.


No sooner had they quickly dried off and
retired to the bedroom when Arlene broke away
from her two young lovers and bounded onto the
bed. She rolled onto her back and stuck a
suggestive pose, making the most of her beauty
and nudity.
"All right boys," she laughed. "Come and
get it."
Needing no further encouragement,
Michael and Bobby both jumped onto the bed as
well. Bobby immediate spread Arlene's legs wide
and dove right in. His tongue quickly parted her
moist cunt lips and tickled her sensitive clit. An
extended finger joined his tongue, massaging her
equally receptive sugar walls.
Michael on the other hand moved just as
quickly to the top of the bed and Arlene's
bountiful breasts. His nimble tongue trace a path
across then, pausing to take each nipple into his
mouth just long enough to insure it's hardness.
"Oh yes." the older woman purred as each
gave their best effort. "Harder, ... faster!"
With that, Bobby buried his face deeper
between the Teacher's legs and redoubled his
labors. Michael also responded by taking a breast
in each hand and pressing his own face between
them as well.
Arlene reacted as well as she wrapped her
legs and arms around each of her lovers and held
them in place.
Time passed slowly as Arlene laid back
and enjoyed the attentions of her two young men.
This wasn't exactly what she had planned when
she woke up this morning, but if she had learned
anything in the last year, you had to take care of
opportunities when they presented themselves.

After a while, she had the two of them
switch positions. Bobby was a pretty good
pussy-licker, but Michael was, she knew from past
experience, great. It was pretty simple really.
Cunnilingus was something that Bobby indulged
in as something he had to do, something his lover
expected. Michael, on the other hand, really loved
the taste of a woman and reveled in the delights
his tongue could produce.
"Harder, harder ..." Arlene cried out.
"Push your tongue in side of me."
Michael eagerly complied as her rising
desire filled his enthusiastic mouth. It had almost
become a contest between the two youths. A
competition to see which of them could bring her
the greater pleasure.
It would be easy for Arlene to lose herself
in the rapture of the moment, but the greater
desire to explore even deeper levels of sexuality
kept her mind clear. She tilted her head and
whispered into Bobby's ear as he nibbled on her
breast.
Her soft words sent a sudden look of
shock on the young man's face. She knew they
would, even as she knew that after a momentary
hesitation, he would do what she asked. A sense
of erotic anticipation filled her breast as Bobby let
her nipple slip from his mouth and he moved again
to the bottom of the bed.

Michael was so intent on bringing pleasure
to the beautiful woman spread out before him that
at first he didn't realize the familiar sensation
between his own legs. Once he did however, it
was only a half second between the time he
identified the sensation as that of a mouth around
his cock and the realization that it didn't belong to
Arlene.
The artist lifted his head from between her
legs and looked down. He was almost in shock as
he watched his hard cock once more slide between
his best friends lips. He wasn't sure which
bothered him more at that moment. The sight
itself, or the fact that he thought it felt pretty nice.
"Relax." Arlene said in a soft tone as she
ran her hand through his hair. "Just relax and
enjoy it."
"It does feel good." Michael thought with
a smile.
Logically, there was no reason why it
shouldn't feel so. After all, a hot mouth was a hot
mouth -- regardless of the gender. It was only
sociological quarms that made such an act
forbidden. Yet somehow, the fact that Bobby and
him were sharing this experience with a woman
made it seem much more acceptable.

While Michael quickly adjusted to the
totally unexpected turn of events, Arlene was also
paying careful attention to Bobby's actions. His
technique might have been a little crude but it was
obvious that he was really getting in to it. She
had always wanted to see two guys go at it and
she found the excitement of it all to be even
greater than she had anticipated. Mentally, she
filed away the thought that Bobby might have
done this before, or at the very least had given it a
great deal of thought. That would be something to
explore later.
"You think you'd like to try that?" she
asked Michael, stroking his nipple as she did.
Michael just looked at her for a few
moments, blocking out everything but the look in
her eyes. Then, as silently as Bobby had done a
few minutes before, he shifted position so that he
too had a hard cock only a few inches from his
face.
It had never really occurred to her that he
would refuse any more than Bobby would have. it
was all a matter of timing. If for instance, she had
asked him to suck his friends cock when he'd first
walked in on the two of them -- he would have
definitely refused. But now, filled with the fires of
lust, eager to please her in almost any way she
asked.
Oh there were some limits of course, but
strangely enough not the ones that might
immediately come to mind. She could convince
them to suck each other. With a little more
motivation, she might even talk them into fucking
each other. After all, she had taken both of their
cocks up her ass at one time or another as well as
used a small dildo on theirs as well. What she was
sure she could never talk them into doing was
simply kiss each other. Taking a cock into their
mouth or ass was one thing, but trading tongues
was way over the line.

Arlene rubbed her pussy as her two lovers
formed a perfect sixty-nine position. It was her
observation that Michael too was really getting in
to it. She found it funny that he too must have
thought of it many times before as well. Once the
forbidden barrier had been crossed, they were free
to explore a forbidden passion. She let them go at
it a while longer, then gently broke them apart.
"I'm glad the two of you had fun doing
that." she said with a smile. "But lets just
remember who's bed this is." she laughingly
added as she slid between them.
Before they turned their attentions back to
her, Bobby and Michael shared a look. They had
acted on impulse and only now realized the
implications of what they had done. Studying the
look on both their faces, Arlene wondered if they
would explore those impulses further.
"Shall we flip for heads or tails?" she
quipped as she spread her legs as wide as she
could, breaking the momentary tension.
"You were here first." Bobby replied as
he stroked his cock, thinking again how nice and
natural his friend's mouth had felt around it.
""Then I'll take tails." Michael said,
wondering for the first time in his life what it
might be like to fuck a guy instead of a girl.
""Then tails it is." Arlene said as smiled in
agreement. "You well know where I keep the
lubricant."
Michael pulled out the draw of the night
table and pulled out a large jar. He quickly
smeared a good amount of the gel inside it on his
cock and then some against Arlene's asshole as
well.
While Michael was doing that, Arlene
positioned Bobby on the bed and climbed on top
of him. Carefully she took hold of his manhood
and guided him into her. She was so wet that his
entry was almost effortless. The older woman
slide up and down his pole a few time, enjoying
the snug fit. She knew of course that it was
nothing compared to the snug fit to come.
Quickly wiping his hands, Michael took up
position behind Arlene and pressed his greasy
cockhead against her hole. With the slightest of
pressure, he pressed it inside of her. He paused a
moment to allow her to get ready, then he pushed
the entire length within her in a manner that he
knew she enjoyed.
"Shit." Michael exclaimed as the sudden
pressure engulfed his cock.
Arlene's only reply was a satisfied grunt.
It took a few strides for Arlene to become
comfortable with the hardness now filling her ass.
Once she did, the redhead began to rock back and
forth, both hard cocks sliding in and out as she
moved.
Faster and faster she rocked, her efforts
joined by those of each of her lovers. It felt so
good to have the two of them inside of her at
once. It was another fantasy realized. The second
of two she corrected herself. Hot as she was, hot
as they were, it wouldn't take long at all for them
to reach the summit.
Each stroke of their bodies sent all three of
them deeper into a frenzy. Each motion, one step
closer to an explosive climax. Waves of
anticipation lapped across three bodies that now
existed as one.
"Fuck me....Fuck me...." was all Arlene
could manage to say.
Both her young lovers did just that,
driving themselves deeper inside of her. Both
knew that it would be only moments before they
both exploded. Arlene knew it as well and only
hoped they could all climax together.
She got her wish as she felt Michael
explode in her ass, mere seconds before she
surrendered to the erotic oscillations which had
gripped her body. Bobby followed such a short
time later that none of them could call their shared
orgasm anything but simultaneous.
For a long time, they just laid there,
enjoying the afterglow of their experience.

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Later that evening, long after both Michael
and Bobby had gone. Arlene sat in her bathrobe in
front of a warm fire. She had really enjoyed the
day's adventure. Her nude form beneath the soft
material was still warm from the memory of it. As
she took another sip of her drink, she wondered
what new surprises the rest of her vacation would
bring. Then a sudden inspiration came to her.
Perhaps she could ask Michael to bring Jenny to
dinner tomorrow night. That could prove
interesting -- interesting indeed.