The MILF Next Door and Friend Ch. 05

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After a wonderfully educational summer of sex with my neighbor and my mother, who turned out to be my neighbor’s girlfriend, I set off for university. I had definitely matured under the sexual tutelage of the two mature ladies, Julie and my mother, Barbara, including developing an appreciation for all-lady sex and the pleasures it gives those participating.

I am a 21 year-old, name of Mark Johnson, in my first year at university. I finished grammar school at just 17 but felt too young and immature to go that September. My birthday is in August so I would have been just 18, and I just didn’t feel I was ready to leave home. So I did a further year at school and then I worked for two years as a building site laborer, which developed a good tan and muscles. So now, it’s early December, and I am in my first year at university, and have already got myself involved with a slightly older than me girl called Jane, who is currently in Paris, and a bi-sexual nymphomaniac named Carol, a few years older than me.

And now, to confuse issues further, there was Julie’s mature daughter Donna, in the process of dumping her husband, and a new girl in the house where I had my flat. A girl who was also a Civics classmate, my age, and my project partner, called Anna. Both Anna and Donna enjoy having sex with me, and Donna in particular seems to want a serious relationship. A definite surfeit of goodies, you might say. From virgin to six lovers, in a year – incredible.

And now Christmas is rapidly approaching, Jane is coming back from Paris for a visit and bringing her live-in room-mate girl-friend lover, to visit me at my mother’s home. And Jane seems to think that Fleur should be shared by her and me. Can I handle a seventh notch on my bedpost? Or are Jane and Fleur going to be more interested in Julia and my Mum. And having Jane and Donna together over Christmas was going to be an interesting experience. I might finish up sliced like Baloney.

Fortunately, Anna and Carol are both going to Scotland for Christmas, but not together, I gather.

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So my last class was on Friday 17th, one week before Christmas Eve. On the Thursday night, Anna came knocking on the door. She was heading up to Scotland to meet up with her family, who had already gone up there. She came in carrying an opened but still fairly full bottle of red wine.

“I need some help finishing this off,” she said, “no point in leaving an opened bottle here over Christmas and having it go off.”

I agreed and got out a couple of glasses from the cupboard over the sink, and by the time I turned back, her sweater was gone and she was topless.

“Saving on lingerie laundry?” I asked.

“No, just making sure to attract your attention. I realize that I am not the only girl you’re knocking, and that’s fine, as I have decided I want to have some unrestricted fun for a time before I settle down with one guy, so I just thought I’d come down and tempt you. If you’re tempted, get your clobber off!”

So, after we each had a swig of wine, we got naked and climbed on to my bed. Anna had always made it plain that having been dumped by a boy she was living with – when he decided he preferred a ‘menage a trois’ not including her, unlike their previous ‘menage a quatre – she was not going to commit, but enjoy the field, and swing both ways.

I must admit, I did like licking her pussy and eating her out. She had protruding vaginal lips that were so easy to suck and bite, and her body always reacted to it in a vigorous way, producing lots of moisture that made penetrating her later really easy. And so my cock eventually slid into her moist tunnel and we brought each other to a climax, particularly as she had her fingers down between our bellies.

After an hour or so, the wine was gone, we were both getting sleepy and I was yawning, I’m sorry to say. I always think it rude of me to yawn when I have a lady in my bed – implies I’m getting bored when I most certainly wasn’t. However, once the wine was gone, she kissed me on the lips and then on the tip of my cock, and said “I still have to pack, so I’ll say good night. I hope you have a great Christmas.”

As she got off the bed, so did I. I went over to my table and picked up an envelope. “Here’s my Christmas card to you,” I said.

She thanked me, and took it out of the envelope. The picture showed a sleepy looking long-eared dog in a red Santa hat, looking out at the recipient. The caption said ‘I have a nice bone to share with you for Christmas…’

She laughed. “No more bones from you until next year, then we’ll see what we can do.” She kissed me again, popped her jeans and sweater on – the only items she had been wearing – and scooted off upstairs.

I had already packed, and in a mad dash of unusual organization had even done my Christmas shopping. So I packed the car before going in to Uni and left to go home straight from last class. Jane was coming in the next day – I was to pick her and her friend şişli escort up off the train from London early afternoon on the Saturday. They were arriving on the Chunnel train to St. Pancras and then walking across the road to King’s Cross to catch the train up north.

So by 6 o’clock on the Friday evening I was walking in home, and could smell the home-made curry Mum had made – one of our favorite suppers.

After supper, we took the remaining half bottle of of Gewürztraminer (sweet wines are best with a spicy curry) and went into the living room to watch TV. We sat snuggled up, her arm through mine, and watched some silly Christmas show and the news, and then she said “Come to bed with me. I think I am going to have competition getting any sexy time with you – one on one – over Christmas, between Jane and Fleur and Julie and Donna.”

“Well, hopefully, some of those you’ve just mentioned will be including you in their bedtime plans so you won’t feel left out…”

After kissing and cuddling for a while, she got on all fours and we made love doggy style. I must admit, I enjoy doing doggy with her as I can look in the mirror on the front of her wardrobe and watch her breasts pendulously swinging under her as I thrust and withdraw, holding on to her hips. The size of her breasts are such that they swing nicely in time with the rhythm she particularly enjoys. When she’s ready, she reaches down and caresses her own pussy and clit and a satisfying pair of climaxes occurs fairly soon.

In the morning, we kissed and cuddled and then showered together, before having a nice pancake and sausage breakfast. And as a special treat, knowing I loved it, she had got in a bottle of real Canadian Maple Syrup! That stuff is not cheap in England, and I confess to licking my plate clean at the end to avoid wasting any! But, then again, who doesn’t?

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After breakfast I helped Mum get out the Christmas stuff, and then left to go to the station. Needless to say, the train was late, and in the meantime I drank some brown stuff they assured me was coffee, but I was inclined to demand a chemical analysis. I asked how the server know it was coffee and not tea. Her response: I can tell by the shape of the cup!

All things come to those who wait – and survive railway station coffee – and eventually, the London train came in. Jane seemed to be the first person off the train, with a suitcase and a hold-all, and she ran towards me. Dropping her bags, she leapt at me and wrapped her legs around me and kissed me, a big pashy tongue-tingling kiss.

As she returned her feet to the platform, she turned round and introduced me to Fleur, who gave a very chaste French cheek-to-cheek air kiss. I took their two suitcases, and they each carried their own hold-all, and we headed for my car.

As we drove home, I said to Jane, “So, tell me. Have you decided you’re a lesbian?”

“I am not. We – Fleur and I – have decided we are both bi-sexual nymphomaniacs. However, Fleur has not lost her heterosexual virginity, only her lesbian one, so that is a situation we are wanting you to rectify.”

Remembering her and I’s first time together, I asked “By midnight?”

She laughed. “Hopefully, if we stay awake that late, we seem to have been up since midnight, so we’ll give you until midnight tomorrow to do the deed. And you have to do it properly, supper, wine, slowly and in a gentlemanly fashion.”

“Are you planning to watch to make sure I do it right?”

“No. We’ll all three – or more – have sex together I’m sure over the holidays, but when she loses her virginity, I want it be just the two of you, intimately. I’ll go spend the night with your Mum.”

“I see you’ve got it all planned.”

“Of course. We want her to remember it as fondly as I remember losing my virginity to you.”

We got home and Mum suggested we go out for supper, as there would be plenty of food preparation to do over Christmas. Jane thought that an excellent idea. “Barb, you and I can go and get a curry, and we’ll let Fleur and Mark go Italian, and then, if she stays awake and he isn’t drunk, they can deal with Fleur’s virginity while I sleep with you.

And so I found myself speaking my pigeon French to Fleur’s excellent English in an Italian restaurant. We sat opposite each other at the small table, and I soon realized that the way her quite full breasts were moving, there was nothing, clothing-wise, under the blouse. Soon after I realized this, she dropped her napkin on the floor. I bent under the table to pick it up for her, and as I did so, she opened her knees. Looking at what was clearly a knicker-less lady with a bald vagina caused me to bump my head on the edge of the table.

Clearly she was dressed – or rather, partially-dressed – for the occasion. She asked “Are you okay, no concussion?”

I smiled, “No, no problems.”

“Good, I don’t want you injured and delaying our appointment.”

“Appointment?”

“Your date with my mecidiyeköy escort virginity! Or are you not interested?”

“Oh, I’m very interested. I just want to make sure that it is what you really want and not something Jane has talked you into.”

“Je veux te baiser!”

“I see.” Even with my limited French, when this phrase was issued with a coy smile and a tilt of the head, and her leaning against the edge of the table, causing the space between two buttons on her blouse to bulge showing clearly she was bra-less, it was obvious she was saying “I want to fuck you.” And at that point, the feeling was mutual.

So after a pleasant meal – which was not exactly gulped down, but neither did we dawdle – we headed back home. She walked into my bedroom ahead of me, and when she turned around, the front of her blouse was completely unbuttoned. I reached out and slid it off her shoulders and she let it fall to the ground.

I responded by undoing a couple of buttons on my shirt and pulling it over my head. I stepped into her, and our chests met as we kissed. I could feel her hard nipples against me, and she could certainly feel my hard cock growing against her belly. She knelt down and unfastened my belt, undid the button and unzipped my fly. Then, in one smooth action, she grabbed the waist bands of both my trousers and my briefs, and both were around my ankles.

I had removed my shoes downstairs, so when I stepped out of the clothing around my ankles, all I had on was socks. As she stood up, I knelt down, and undid the hook on the waist band of her skirt and then pulled down the zip. It fell to the floor, revealing a totally bald, clearly freshly-shaved pussy. She stepped out of the skirt, heaped on the floor, and I stood up and scooped her up.

I placed her on the bed and knelt literally at her feet. I began sucking and licking her toes and then slowly worked my way up her legs. As I got to her knees, she parted her legs so that I could crawl up between them. My tongue continued towards its first destination, the bald pussy with its tidy pair of lips. I used my thumbs to open her lips, and could see the tip of her clit as it started to react to my ministrations, and I carefully licked it then sucked it into my mouth.

She was wired, and five minutes of gently licking and partially penetrating her with my tongue had her bouncing on the bed and moaning “Mon dieu, c’est bon, c’est bon.”

She came. She was well lubricated by coming and so my mouth continued its journey up her body. As it did my upper body and hers got closer and closer, until I was mouth to mouth with her. As we kissed, the tip of my cock engaged her vagina and – hands free – I started a gentle penetration of her.

She moaned as we kissed, and I could feel the vibrations of her mouth in mine. It was really erotic. Her arms were wrapped around me, as were her legs, and our pubic bones were meeting on every thrust. Her nipples were hard and I was aware of them against my ribs. She was wet from her first orgasm, and the squelchy sounds were clearly audible.

And then I started to feel my body preparing to come. My cock swelled inside her, and I felt my juices start to funnel up my rigid cock, and explode into her, and as that happened, she broke our kiss and let out a scream. Not loud, but loud enough to demonstrate her response orgasm was about to explode.

As my own pulsing eased, suddenly my cock was gripped by her pulsing vaginal muscles and there was suddenly a lot of fluid seeping out of her and covering both of us.

When our breathing returned to normal, I rolled off her and asked if she wanted a shower. “No,” she replied, “I want us to go to sleep just like this with the smell of our sex still on us. I want us to wake up to the smell, make love again, and then we can shower.”

“Okay,” I said. I was lying on my back, my left arm around her shoulders, and pulled her towards me, so she could put her head on my shoulder. A few minutes later, we both turned our heads and kissed good night. A week tonight would be the evening of Christmas Day and I could scarcely imagine what experiences the six of us would go through in the coming week.

When I woke in the morning, Fleur was sucking gently on my cock, already hard with its morning woody, and she was gently playing with my balls. As soon as she saw I was awake, she straddled me, held my cock upright and slid her pussy lips down it until our pubic bones met, firmly. She gripped a nipple with each hand, as if holding reins, and started to ride me. She climaxed a little ahead of me and her juices ran out on to my crotch, mixing with my own as I came.

Mum had her own en suite bathroom, so the main bathroom was effectively mine, and we headed there to shower and clean each other. We had just finished drying each other when Mum called from downstairs “Naked breakfast is about to be served, clothing prohibited.” This caused Fleur to giggle, and so I asked if she was comfortable having a naked istanbul escort breakfast.

“Mais oui, naturellement. Jane and I live naked all the time in our apartment. Much easier to wash seat covers than loads of clothes that need sorting by type and color.”

And so we wandered downstairs to find a naked Barb and a naked Jane, now displaying – contrary to how she was before going to France – a completely bald pussy.

Jane kissed me. “I heard Fleur’s scream as she came – I recognized the sound – and it was well before midnight, so good job, Mark. I will show you how pleased I am with your work soon enough.” And with that we tucked into one of my favorite breakfasts – tinned tomatoes and grilled bacon, with loads of fresh unbuttered bread from the bakery to mop up the juices of the tomatoes. I have been known to polish off almost a whole loaf on one plate of those!

We were just finishing breakfast when Mum announced that since my last visit home, there had been a change to the house that I didn’t know about. She had us follow her out to the back of the house, where she now had a beautiful new 8 seater hot tub. It was all set-up, covers removed, ready for us to get in. As we were all already naked, nobody needed any encouragement, and within moments all four of us were in there.

I was sitting on one of the underwater benches when Jane came over to me. She pulled me forward on the seat, then knelt either side of my knees and proceeded to wipe her full tits across my face.

“Do you still fancy me, despite all your other women?” she asked.

“Maybe it’s because of my other women I fancy you,” I replied. “The others make me realize just how special you are. I think when we are both a bit older, and ready to start careers and settle down, it could be very easy to fall in love with you…”

“You do, do you?” She smiled. “I’ll bear that in mind when I choose who is going to father my 5 kids!”

“Five? Isn’t that a bit much?”

“I dunno, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

With that, she reached down and grabbed my cock, which I must admit had responded to the fact she was rubbing her pussy all over it. She lowered herself down on it, the water adding to the ease of my entry into her.

“You know, if you did marry me, we could live as a three-some, you, Fleur and I, sleeping together in a king-sized bed, swapping around who is in the middle. Would you like that?”

“Well, I must admit, she was easier to seduce than you.”

“Oh no, she wasn’t. I was easy to seduce once I decided I wanted to be seduced. You had to overcome that first in my case, my reluctance, whereas there was no reluctance with Fleur.”

“True,” I responded.

Just then the back gate opened, and into the garden walked Julie and Donna, each wearing a toweling robe, and they were soon demonstrating that was all they were wearing, as they dropped the robes and got into the tub.

Julie plopped down next to Fleur. “You must be the beautiful sexy young French girl I have been hearing about. I am the wicked lesbian witch from next door. Do you like wicked lesbian witches?”

Fleur smiled. “I have never met a wicked lesbian witch before, so I don’t know yet if I like you. But I do like your self-introduction, c’est bonne.” With that, Julie pulled Fleur towards her and they kissed, and it went on for quite a while, and by the time they broke it, Julie had played with both nipples and twisted and tweaked them.

Meanwhile, Mum and Donna were cuddling up to each other and watching. Then when we were all just quietly sitting, Donna said, “Some friends nearby who have a large farmhouse are having a party tomorrow. Nothing special, except that everyone is expected to get naked as soon as they arrive, and sexual encounters are encouraged. You can fuck anyone, your regular partner, just people you know, or anyone who takes your fancy. No masks or anything, just good old naked animal urges. There will be plenty of beds and mattresses around, and a big breakfast the next morning, Tuesday. Anyone interested?”

Fleur looked up, excited, “Ménage a trois?” she asked.

“Ménage a cinq, sex or sept if that’s your fancy” said Donna, and Fleur rubbed her hands together like an excited child. “Sounds fun,” she giggled.

“How about you, Jane?” I asked.

She too smiled. “The only sex party Fleur and I have been to was all women, but there were a couple of butch ones who spit-roasted me, and some others where Fleur and I got into a hands everywhere foursome. I was so drained, I couldn’t come again for a week!”

So it was soon agreed all six of us would go together, as this party was definitely mixed, and our group would ensure a probable small majority of females.

That day, Sunday, we spent quietly, just relaxing in and out of the tub. That night, I slept with Jane and Fleur, and Mum went over to Julie’s for the night.

Our first night as a threesome was kept simple, as we didn’t want to burn up all our energy before the party. To me the highlight of that night was having Fleur suck me off while Jane sat on my face and let me eat her pussy until her juices drained into my mouth. That was followed by Jane and Fleur having a 69 while I watched.

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