My Swinging Vacation - 3
written by:
Jillbaby

MY SWINGING VACATION - 3

Copyright - 2010 - by Jillbaby.

FOREWORD.

The story so far for those who have not read the two earlier parts: Part 1 is in the archives and Part 2 will go there on July 20.

Jill has been modeling for about a year, and has taken a week off for a vacation in Tenerife, a Spanish holiday resort in the Canary Islands. On the flight there, the young female flight attendant makes the standard offer to passengers to ask for anything they require. Jill overhears a handsome young man called Morris jokingly whisper to his companion (his wife Paula) that a blowjob from the attendant would be very welcome.

On the spur of the moment, and getting into the horny mood for the sexy vacation that she always hopes for, Jill follows Morris to the plane toilet, and to his immense surprise, gives him a great blowjob.

Later they find that they are staying at the same hotel, and end up fucking in Jill's room. Afterwards, Morris sadly confides that Paula, his wife of around a year, is sexually inhibited. She won't give or accept head, for example, and Morris is anxious for her to become more sexually adventurous.

Realising that Jill is sexually experienced with both men and women and without hang-ups, he asks her if she could possibly talk to Paula during the vacation, and perhaps find ways of loosening her inhibitions.

Jill is intrigued and agrees to try to help. Morris introduces her to Paula and her friend Cindy who is on vacation with them. Jill senses a kindred sexual spirit in Cindy and also suspects that Paula is suppressing a sensual nature.

Jill almost succeeds in seducing Paula, but they are interrupted. Later Jill has a torrid session on the beach, with Cindy and she agrees to help Jill and Morris to awaken Paula's sexuality. They plan a visit to a lap dancing club to see how Paula reacts.

Meanwhile, Jill has been flirting with a sexy young waiter called Tony and hopes to fuck him sometime.

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I awoke to my alarm, and another beautiful day. My body was glowing and relaxed from the previous day's sexual flings and after a quick shower, I dressed for breakfast in a white T-shirt, cut-away denim shorts, and sandals. When I joined them, Morris and Cindy gave me a knowing smile and Paula seemed to have recovered from her embarrassment at our intimate contact at the beach.

Everyone was in good form as we continued to relax into vacation mode. As we finished breakfast, Morris invited me to join them on a visit to a club that afternoon. Acting as if it was the first time that I was hearing about it, I of course readily accepted. However, Paula grimaced,

"I still don't know why anyone would want to go to a club on a lovely summer's afternoon, Jill," she complained.

"Ah, well, surely the idea of a holiday is to try something different, and lots of other holidaymakers will be there," I smiled. "If it's no good, you and I can always leave," I assured her. Morris clearly hadn't told her what type of club it was.

We spent the morning swimming and sitting by the pool, and after a light lunch we booked a taxi and went to get ready. We hadn't been served by Tony, the sexy waiter that I had flirted with, but he smiled when I gave him a cheeky wave. His black uniform pants seemed tighter than ever, and I was sure that he gave me a wiggle of his neat firm ass, as he looked at me over his shoulder. He was definitely on my vacation list of things to do.

Dressing for our afternoon outing, I slipped on a thong, a white mini-dress with a zip on the front, which I slid down a bit to let extra air onto my braless breasts, and a pair of white medium-heeled sandals. We all met up in the foyer as arranged.

Paula looked gorgeous as usual. She was wearing the same type of low-cut dress as yesterday. It was almost the same shade as her long golden hair, which shimmered in the bright sunlight, and it seemed that a push-up bra was helping to display her lovely breasts. Three inch heels on black leather pumps completed the impression that she had dressed-up for the occasion. The men at the club wouldn't know whether to look at the dancers or at Paula, I thought.

Like me, Cindy had dressed simply. A cropped, grey silk blouse, buttoned to the throat displayed her flat midriff and her pointed nipples were prominent as usual. Her long toned legs were set off by a pleated, flowered pattern skirt which came to mid-thigh. Her white sandals had a medium heel.

Morris was his usual handsome self, in white cotton trousers, a dark blue shirt and black loafers. He insisted that we had time for a drink before the taxi came, so we sat down by the pool as he brought us glasses and a large jug of fruit and wine punch. It tasted suspiciously alcoholic to me, but no one else seemed to notice and at Morris's prompting we emptied the jug quickly. We were giggling tipsily as we set off in the taxi for the short journey to the club.

When we stepped from the taxi, we swept Paula in quickly before she could take in the posters at the club entrance showing semi-naked women. The cool air-conditioning inside was very welcome as we were greeted by the sound of slow rock music, and our eyes slowly adjusted to the dim interior. The décor was dark red, the carpet was black, and the room was lit by subdued, colored spotlights and by individual lamps on each table.

A number of horseshoe-shaped, high-backed sofas were scattered around the large room and we could make out bikini-clad women flitting around. Morris smiled approvingly as a scantily-clad waitress showed us to a sofa and took our orders for drinks. I sat between Cindy and Paula with Morris on Paula's right. My eyes had fully adjusted to the gloom and I noticed that, as I had expected, most of the customers were men, although quite a few had women with them.

As we sipped our drinks, Paula, in her innocence, remarked,

"This seems nice and cozy; is there some entertainment?"

Just then a beautiful young woman, wearing only a tiny gold bikini, appeared from the shadows and stepped gracefully into the pool of light formed by our table lamp. She appeared to be about twenty, with shoulder length dark brown hair and the deepest liquid, brown eyes I have ever seen. She had big, round, firm breasts straining from the tiny scraps of material that held them. Her lovely long legs took your eyes from the crimson toenails in the gold, strappy spike-heeled stilettos, all the way up to the swell of her pubic mound in a gold G-string.

I thought that my bikini was skimpy, but her pussy was covered by only a tiny triangle of material connected to a thin gold band around her narrow waist.

"Hi, I'm Celia," she whispered, looking at Morris.

Morris had been assured at the hotel that a lot more than dancing was permitted in the private rooms. I had been friends with lap dancers back home and I knew the procedure. So the other three had decided to leave the arrangements to me, and we each contributed some cash for the dancer.

To Celia's surprise, I rose and took her to one side, where I could give her instructions without being overheard. Even with her high stiletto heels she was still a little shorter than me as she gazed up intently. She spoke good English and nodded as I outlined the plan. When I was sure that she understood what was required, she named a price which was very reasonable by UK charges, and I counted out a wad of Euro banknotes. She walked across to a man nearby, whispered in his ear and handed him the money, before beckoning for us to follow her.

"What's going on?" Paula asked nervously.

I heard Morris reassure her that everything was fine and that we were just having some fun; the girl was going to give us a private dance. Cindy grabbed Paula's hand,

"Come on," we're going to a private booth. "Drink up and let's go," she said persuasively. "I've always wanted to see a lap dancer in action,"

"But . . . what are we doing . . . ? Paula started to ask. But when Morris handed her glass to her, she knocked back the vodka and giggled nervously. All the alcohol had probably relaxed her and she took her husband's arm as we followed the girl.

The small room we entered was rather tacky and seemed to me to smell of sex. It was bare except for a large brown leather sofa and a dark carpet worn in the centre from countless dances. The red wallpaper was faded. We settled down in the same seating arrangement with Paula between me and Morris. She looked apprehensive and I smiled to reassure her.

Celia smiled at us, pressed a switch and we heard sensual music, sounding a little loud in the confined space. It was obviously something the girl had chosen for herself as she began to twist and turn sinuously in a well-rehearsed routine. We gazed in fascination as she moved her lovely body like a snake, her hips undulating suggestively as if she was riding a big cock.

I glanced across at Morris's lap and saw the unmistakable outline of a hardon appear. He put his arm around Paula's shoulder, his fingers stroking the upper part of a breast where it swelled from the low-cut dress. When she didn't resist, I knew that our plan was progressing well.

Slowly, the young lap-dancer edged nearer to us. The sofa was so low that we were almost reclining, with our legs stretched out. I had no doubt that this was to allow the customers a very good upwards view of the dancers. Celia smiled, stepped directly between my legs and started to sway to the music, her truly magnificent breasts bulging from her miniscule top. Although this was part of the plan, having those tempting boobs just inches from my face was making me rather uncomfortable in such a public setting. I had done this kind of thing privately for men so often and now I was the target. It felt strange, but also very arousing.

She lifted her breasts on the flats of her hands presenting her sharply up-tilted nipples to me as they were pushed from the supporting cups. The chocolate brown nubs were hardening even as I looked and, close-up, seemed enormous.

I could feel the tension in Paula's shoulder as it touched mine and I felt her stir and turn to her husband. He whispered something to her and she seemed to relax a little. Despite my slight embarrassment, I felt my pussy moistening. I pulled my gaze away from the girl's breasts but it meant that I had to meet her eyes -- deep liquid brown beneath dark, perfectly trimmed, eyebrows, and they shone with confidence and mischief.

She seemed to be trying to prove to me that anything that worked on a male client could work equally well on a female customer. She swung around and bent forward to touch her toes and the tight butt she pushed into my face could have been naked for all the good her tiny g-string was doing. I could see the edges of her shaved lips poking out from the tight bulge of her pussy. I realized that I wouldn't be able to resist this girl in the right circumstances.

I glanced at Cindy who gave me a wink, and I turned to see how Paula was taking it. Her lips were parted slightly and she seemed quite entranced by the exhibition. She wasn't showing any of the shock that I had half-expected from her. Perhaps she was relieved that the girl hadn't selected Morris. I had thought it best to let the girl and me provide the initial display, to set Paula at ease. Morris's fingers had slid a little deeper into her décolletage without any protest from her.

When Celia spun around and swayed before me, I felt an unnerving desire to reach up and touch those proffered breasts. She seemed determined to test my resistance and then brushed her breasts across my face allowing me to feel their warmth and some sense of their weight.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Morris draw Paula closer, his fingers now holding her breast inside her bra. But in truth, my whole attention was focused on the junction between Celia's thighs as she stood over me with her legs apart and knees bent. The bulge of her pussy through the tiny gold G-string was right at my eye level. I thought I could detect a moisture stain, either from arousal or sweat from her efforts.

She had a sense of the theatrical and remained still for a few seconds allowing the tension in the room to increase as did my heart rate. My treacherous tongue was already eager for action when Celia climbed up on to the sofa and knelt over me, pulling me down towards the floor until I was practically lying flat.

She joined her hands at the back of her head and lifted the hair from the nape of her neck, in an erotic, wanton pose before slowly descending towards my face. I made a half-hearted effort to turn my head aside but her thighs were pressed against the sides of my head, holding me in place, as her pussy approached. At first she remained poised, inches above my face, so that I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. Then she began to move her hips in a tight circle and I could smell her musky arousal essence above her perfume.

I had to admit that Celia was very good. She had a natural authority and I could imagine all the men she had excited in this way in the past; she knew exactly how to play it, how to control and arouse her prey. Then she raised her game and her fingers were at her sex, rubbing gently but provocatively, inches from my astonished eyes.

I realized that she was getting to me and that my pussy was very wet. As I became drawn in, I suddenly had to remind myself that this was part of a plot involving Paula. I wondered how she was reacting, but I couldn't see because of Celia's thighs around my head.

After a couple of minutes, she spread her knees a little more so that she was actually touching my face. She brushed lightly over my nose and my mouth and I was forced to close my eyes as she worked up and across my forehead. The smell of sex was overpowering now and very arousing. I had become totally caught up in this bizarre event.

After a long spell of abstinence, I was suddenly having lesbian sex in two successive days.

Suddenly I wanted to lick her, to know how she tasted. She gave one last wriggle and then with a loud groan she opened her legs and her weight bore down. My head was pressed back into the sofa and the next desperate breath that I took filled my nostrils with her rich odor.

To prevent her from suffocating me, I gripped her hips and took some of her weight from my face. At that, she reached down, drew the crotch of her tiny bikini to one side, and thrust her dripping cunt onto my open mouth as I gasped for air. Morris had been told that the club had a very relaxed policy on sexual activity in the booths and that appeared to be correct. As if it had a will of its own, my tongue shot out, licked along her slick lips and I felt the distinct bulge of her aroused clit. Just as I tasted her acrid juices, I managed to control myself and I eased her away.

"That's enough. My friend wants a taste," I ordered, nodding towards Morris, and guiltily wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Celia obediently pulled her G-string back into place; straightened up and wriggled free from the sofa. I could see the expression of horror on Paula's face as Celia approached her husband. Morris slipped his fingers from Paula's breasts, but held an arm around her waist as he lay back eagerly. I stroked Paula's hair soothingly, and whispered to her,

"Let him have some fun, you know he loves you."

As Celia began to writhe to the music, moving between Morris's legs, I noticed that Paula's nipples were hard and thrusting against her thin bra and dress. Breathing deeply, her lovely lips parted, she seemed mesmerized and gazed fixedly at the girl's movements, I suspected that she knew that this was the kind of thing that Morris had longed for her to do for him.

The outline of his erection was clearly visible through his pants, and he made no attempt to hide it. Celia swiveled expertly on her heels to face away from Morris, and unlocking her knees, slowly lowered herself towards his lap with the grace of a gymnast.

The bulge of her tightly stretched cunt lips was clearly visible through the G-string and I craned my neck to watch her brush it along the line of his hard cock. As she slid back and forward to the slow beat of the music, Morris closed his eyes but was holding Paula tightly as if to reassure her.

Celia glanced at me and I nodded. With another graceful display, she straightened and swiveled around to face us. Again moving slowly and fluidly, she lowered herself to her knees between Morris's thighs. When she reached for his zip, Paula stirred and muttered something, but Morris drew her to him and whispered in her ear.

When Paula fell silent, Celia slowly undid the zipper and the waist button. Easing his pants open she fished in with her fingers and drew out his large quivering erection. Even with the noise of the music, the sound of our heavy breathing was distinct as we watched in fascination.

A large tear of moisture bubbled out from the slit of the stiff cock and I expected Celia to lick it. But instead she used the tip of a beautifully manicured finger to delicately smooth the essence over the wide, sculpted head of his dick. Only then did she slowly open her moistened lips and close them around the ridge of the bulging head.

I heard a strange sound come from Paula - a mixture of a moan and a sob - as she watched a woman do to her husband what she had never felt able to do for him despite his entreaties. Celia paused to brush her hair back from her face and over her shoulders, giving us a good view of her mouth as it worked on Morris's cock.

As I had expected, she was very good. As she worked I could almost taste the flesh in my own mouth, as I relived the times I had sucked his cock over the past couple of days. She swirled her tongue around him, licking him from base to tip as she snaked a hand into the open pants and squeezed his balls, rolling them with her fingers while she ran her lips up and down his shaft.

Then, while continuing the activities of her mouth, Celia calmly reached up to undo the buttons of his blue shirt. With his flat belly exposed, she ran her lovely, long scarlet nails in little circles, leaving white indented trails in his flesh. Morris sighed deeply, his arm tightened around Paula and the fingers of his other hand dug into the sofa.

She alternated between slowly licking his veined shaft with the tip of her tongue starting at the base, and working her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, and then smoothly deep-throating him - her cheeks pressed against his thighs and her lips against his pubic hair.

Paula looked on as if shell-shocked, her mouth hanging open. Morris had told me how once he had once talked her into watching a porn video and she had been amazed when one of the women had taken the actor's entire cock into her mouth. She couldn't believe that someone could fit that much into their mouth.

I had been skeptical about such innocence in the present day. However, Morris had explained her strict upbringing and that she had been a virgin when he married her. He had frequently asked her to try it, but she said the idea made her feel sick.

Just when I thought that Celia had forgotten my instructions, she abruptly drew her lips away, leaving the saliva covered cock quivering in the air. She looked up at Paula with an encouraging smile,

"Your turn," she said.

Paula recoiled as if she had been struck,

No . . . no thanks . . . not for me thanks," Paula muttered. That was when Cindy made her move, no doubt relying on their long and close friendship,

"Come on, don't be a spoilsport Paula," she cajoled.

"Yes, come on darling . . . please," Morris begged.

Slowly, as if under a spell, Paula leaned forward across her husband's lap, as he guided her head to his cock. Unfortunately the cascade of her long golden hair blocked our view and I waited breathlessly to see what would happen. Obligingly, Morris brushed her hair back on one side so we could see the action.

Very gingerly, she placed her lips around his big cockhead and I heard a sucking sound. Morris gently pressed down on the back of her head and slowly a couple of inches slipped into her mouth. She gagged slightly, and tried to use her tongue to push him back, so he pulled back a little, but remained inside her mouth. Instinctively, she gripped the base to prevent the cock entering too far and slowly bobbed her head up and down, pulling down on the foreskin as she had seen Celia do.

"Ohhh, that's so good, Paula," Morris whispered in encouragement, and she seemed to increase her efforts. Morris lay back to savor the pleasure, but after a few minutes, he groaned,

"Ohh fuck . . . oh fuck," and I knew that he was cumming. Celia had brought him to the edge and the excitement of the first blowjob from his wife must have been too much for him. Of course it was a traumatic shock for Paula when her husband's hot semen gushed over her unsuspecting tongue.

"Arghhh," she spluttered as she threw her head forward as if in pain. Her mouth was open and she was spitting out into her hand, her lips and tongue smeared with creamy cum. I quickly reached for my purse and handed her a tissue.

"There, there . . . it's not that bad," I said comforting her like a child. "You'll get used to it," I whispered. Daringly I leaned forward and scooped some cum from her lips with my finger. "Look it tastes fine," I encouraged, and her eyes widened in surprise as I licked my finger clean.

Morris did up his pants and threw his arms around her,

"Thank you darling . . . thank you. That was wonderful. I love you."

Paula managed a wan smile and looked proud and relieved at having managed to take the plunge and please her husband.

"Let's all go back to the hotel now," he suggested eagerly, no doubt wanting to continue the sexual activities while Paula was in the mood.

The events had certainly roused me up and I was looking forward to some more action. I thanked Celia, she ushered us out into the main club, and we made for the exit to the taxi rank outside.

The bright sunlight dazzled us, reminding us that it was only afternoon and what we had done seemed even more surreal. We bundled into a taxi, and headed back to the hotel. Paula was very quiet, as Morris cradled her in his arms. One hand was under her dress but Cindy and I pretended not to notice and we chatted easily about Celia, commenting on what a sexy creature she was. When we arrived back at the hotel, Morris ordered some snacks and drinks to be sent to their room and invited Cindy and me to join them.

We poured generous mixtures of gin and iced tonic to go with the food and ate and drank contentedly. Cindy and I sat on one of the two big double beds, with Morris and his wife on the other. Paula, still looking stunned, seemed to be thinking deeply.

"Cindy, have you ever tried what Jill and that woman did . . . you know . . . with another woman?"

Cindy looked carefully at her friend before replying,

"Well, Paula, please don't be shocked, but yes I have - and it's very nice too."

Paula looked even more confused as if her world was falling apart. Deciding to go for broke, Cindy continued,

"In fact Jill and I had a bit of fun after you left us on the beach, didn't we Jill?" She said, putting an arm around me.

Paula, looking puzzled, continued,

"But you like . . . you like men . . ."

"And women too," Cindy interrupted challengingly. She had been gulping her drink and sounded tipsy. As if to prove her point she pulled my face to hers and kissed me.

My fingertips rested on the swell of a breast, through her thin T-shirt relishing its firm suppleness. I tried to make myself withdraw my fingers but when she continued to kiss me I found my hand slipping under her top and then her pointed nipple was centered on my hot palm.

I froze, aware that we were being watched, and waited for her to ease herself free. But Cindy made no move to do so. I suddenly wondered if she wanted to make her close friend jealous as well as encourage her.

I could feel the nub of flesh slowly swelling, pressing against my hand and my thumb curled to explore her raised areola. My mind flashed back to how I had sucked those hard nipples at the beach, and my mouth watered. When I heard a muttered protest from Paula, we broke off our kiss and turned to see what was happening.

Paula seemed to be pushing Morris away, but brushing aside her half-hearted protests, Morris pushed down the straps of Paula's low cut dress with one smooth move dress to reveal the bulge of her lovely breasts above the black bra. In almost the same motion he calmly pushed the bra up to her throat. There was a pause and we gazed at the magnificent young breasts as they swung free.

At once Morris took the luscious breasts into his hands, and began to nuzzle and suck them. Paula continued to attempt some kind of protest, but her eyes were closed and she could only manage indistinct mumbling.

While Cindy's hand slipped under my skirt and began to stroke gently at my thighs I watched in rapt fascination. I felt my pulse quicken as I considered just how far this could go.

She moaned softly as Morris knelt and moved his head to place a gentle kiss just inside her knee. Paula's dress was now a strip of material around her waist revealing her long slim legs and her black thong. Meeting no objection, he inched upwards, trailing kisses until he reached the crease of her thigh. At that moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at me. The big wide eyes held a sultry stare that told me that I could be next. She definitely seemed to have taken a fancy to me and I greedily pushed Cindy's hand higher between my legs.

Paula gave a deep moan of surrender as her body arched and I could see that Morris had pulled her thong aside with his mouth pressed to her sex. This was another breakthrough as Morris had said that she always stopped him when he tried to go down on her, saying that it was unnatural, just like giving head.

Paula no longer seemed aware of Cindy and me. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamlike smile on her face. As I continued to watch, she actually used her hands to gently massage her saliva-dampened breasts. I was breathing shallowly as I came to terms with the fact that Paula was enjoying her second public sex of the day and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Was this the turning point for her and Morris, I wondered.

While Paula's body was writhing, as Morris labored on her with his mouth and hands, Cindy slipped her fingers onto my swollen clit under my thong and I jerked with pleasure. I was now playing with both her rubbery breasts under her T-shirt and I paused to draw it over her head.

I felt myself becoming ever more aroused; it was almost as if I could feel Morris's tongue between my own legs. His head was barely moving but I had the impression that he had his tongue deep inside Paula's cunt and her mewls of pleasure seemed to confirm it.

Despite enjoying our own pleasure, Cindy and I were fascinated by the sex show on the other bed and the behavior of Paula, as her moans became louder and louder. She put her hand on Morris's head and slipped her legs over his shoulders to keep his mouth pressed in place.

Then she began to cry out. It was a slowly rising note, controlled at first, but then ever more shrill. She would have put a porn starlet to shame but I could see that there was nothing feigned. She was gripped by an orgasm so intense that I was almost jealous. Finally, she allowed her legs to slide from his shoulders and she flopped back on the bed.

Morris looked across with a gleam of triumph in his eyes,

"Come and join us," he invited.

Cindy and I grinned at each other and in seconds we were naked and the bed creaked from the weight of the four bodies as we climbed on. Morris rose to undress, allowing us access to his wife as she stared at us with glassy, accepting eyes.

The situation felt unreal, as Paula lay compliantly, allowing us to explore her body. It was almost as she was hypnotized, but I suspected that her body had totally succumbed to her release of inhibition. I wanted her to say something, to invite us, but she remained regally silent. The decision was ours to make.

Cindy and I pounced on her like hungry wolves. I had totally forgotten that my object had been to loosen Paula up for her husband; now I wanted to feast on her beautiful young firm body.

Quickly and excitedly we stripped off her clothes and Cindy and I each took one of Paula's big round nipples into our mouths. My tongue licked in circles and I sucked gently, savoring the velvet smoothness of her skin. At first, the taste was slightly salty from her perspiration with the vaguest hint of something citrus, which matched her perfume. Then I was unaware of any taste - only the slippery texture of the hard nipple and swollen areola against my tongue.

She was becoming worked up again and my nostrils caught the distinctive smell of her arousal even as her expensive scent rose potently from her hot skin. There was no longer any doubt that under her previously modest demeanor, Paula was a natural hottie. Slowly and gradually she invitingly opened her legs wide.

We stared at her immaculately trimmed triangle of tight, blond curls, framing plump swollen lips. I could see tiny drops of moisture clinging to the fine hairs and realized where her musky odor was coming from, as dribbles escaped onto her thighs. She swept her fingers across her pussy just once and I watched as the coral nails grazed across the sticky lips. That slight teasing was enough to ease her labia apart revealing very wet inner edges.

Then the three of us were writhing on the bed. At first, it was all a blur; mouths and fingers were everywhere as we frantically explored her body. Then we settled into some kind of co-ordinated action.

Cindy and her long-time friend were kissing passionately, their hands stroking each other's breasts. It seemed that a long suppressed sexual desire for each other had burst through the dam of their inhibition, and they were trying to make up for lost time.

I dived between Paula's legs enjoying the richness of her musk. I started probing her slit with the very tip of my tongue and her hips jerked. The taste was unexpectedly sharp, almost metallic and very different to how Cindy had tasted.

I was kneeling over her when I became aware of a hand sliding up my thigh as Morris moved to kneel behind me. I reached around for his cock, fully erect and raring to go. I eagerly bent forwards a bit more to allow his shaft to slip between my thighs towards my wet, aching pussy. After the erotic experiences of the day I was desperately horny.

I watched Paula's face for her reaction as her husband slid his big cock into me. When she opened her eyes and saw Morris looking down at her as he fucked me, they widened in alarm, but as Cindy sucked one of her nipples deeply into her mouth, Paula's eyes fluttered shut again.

She bucked her hips and tried to pull my head onto her pussy, but I teased her at first, kissing along her thighs, licking and nibbling at her. Only then did I clamp my mouth over her cunt, drawing her to me as she pressed against my face. I sucked in her juices, my tongue hard against her clit. She cried out as I concentrated on that bud of sensitive flesh, my hands stretching up for one of her breasts freed by Cindy.

Morris, obviously very excited by the developments, was slamming his cock into me, his hands gripping my hips and his balls slapping against my thighs. Despite my good intentions I was finding it, as always, difficult to concentrate on something else while enjoying the pleasure of a big cock fucking me.

However I went after the pink flesh of Paula's pussy with gusto, licking up and down her slit time and again, lapping up her tangy juices with each pass. There's a particular freshness in the taste and smell of young pussy.

Meanwhile, the two close friends were now kissing wildly like lovers, their tongues deep inside each other's mouth. Paula's fingers were locked in Cindy's hair, while her friend stroked her other lush breast.

As my cunt sent quivers of joy through me from the fucking I was receiving, I paused to draw breath and opened my eyes to see a film of moisture glazing the insides of Paula's quivering thighs. At once, she broke from kissing Cindy to urge me on.

"Don't stop Jill . . . please don't stop . . . suck me."

A few days ago, I couldn't have imagined her saying that; it seemed that Paula's conversion to a swinging life style was just about complete. However, before I could resume, I was disappointed to feel Morris's stiff cock slipping out of my clinging pussy.

He crawled around to the two women his glistening cock swinging, and separating their faces, began kissing each one in turn. I watched from only a few inches away as the three sets of hands stroked and caressed in a bewildering mixture of positions. Cindy and Paula were taking it in turns to fondle or suck his stiff, wet cock, or to handle the tight heavy sac of his balls. At one moment he had his fingers in the cunts of both women at the same time while the three bodies twisted and turned in a frenzy of lust.

Suddenly Paula looked up at him, expectant but a little nervous,

"Are you going to . . . are you going to fuck Cindy?" she asked him breathlessly.

He nodded, knowing that this was part of what today had been about. I suspected that - as in many relationships - the thought of this happening had been lying deep in the minds of all three for some time. Aren't you the little matchmaker, Jill, I chuckled to myself.

Cindy's eyes were wide and solemn as Morris gently eased her to her back.

"Are you sure, Paula?" she murmured before her mouth was covered by his.

Without waiting for an answer, she raised her legs and I saw Morris's cock, slip into her tight opening.

I tore my eyes away and looked down as Paula splayed her thighs, presenting her damp pussy to me. I crawled between her legs and my tongue found a warm pool and I was swamped by the taste of her, as I licked at the walls of her cunt, coaxing more moisture from her.

I had my tongue so deeply inside her that I was breathing moisture through my nose and it seemed to act directly on the pleasure centers of my brain. The temptation to touch myself was irresistible and I slid my hand down to my firm clit. As I stroked it I received further erotic stimulus from Cindy's wails of pleasure as she experienced the joys of Morris's big cock for the first time.

When I closed my lips around Paula's large clit and began to nuzzle it, she stiffened and her legs began to jerk. I continued to suck and when I slipped two fingers into her clutching cunt her whole body began to shake. At first it was barely noticeable but then the tremors increased.

She groaned, an animal cry of release, and I felt the first squirt of moisture. I was taken completely by surprise as it washed over my lips and chin, and then there was a second outpouring as she thrashed in ecstasy. It took a long time for her orgasm to ebb by which time I was licking up a final trickle. There was no doubt about it - Paula was very orgasmic - and a gusher.

She lay comatose with her eyes closed, seemingly impervious to Cindy's moans of pleasure as Morris really gave it to her. I had thought that he might have wanted to fuck his wife also, to complete the trio, but I recognized his throaty, choked groan as he came into Cindy with a series of jerky lunges.

When he rolled off her and lay still like his wife, Cindy and I looked at each other.

"Well I guess it's up to us to finish each other off," she groaned. "Come here Jill," she grinned, pointing to her cum-smeared pussy. "I need cleaning up."

"Sure babe," I responded, "But we need another man for the next time. Now, there's this sexy young waiter Tony I've had my eye on. I was going to keep him to myself, but should we invite him to join us tomorrow?"

TO BE CONTINUED