“I told you that I wouldn’t need lube,” she grinned, shuffling carefully on the bed until she was positioned behind Moira. Olwen knelt down, and I felt her pulling Moira’s arse cheeks apart.
“I do love anal sex,” she muttered, and I felt Moira tense up as Olwen lined her strap-on up against her tight pucker. “Don’t forget to breathe, Moira,” she continued. “It won’t stop the initial sting, but it’ll help make you less tense. Here it comes!”
To my amazement, I felt Olwen’s cock as it forced its’ way up Moira’s arse. My mother’s “Mmm” of pleasure was accompanied by Moira’s equally happy “Aah! Fuck! That’s tight!”
Olwen pushed Moira onto my chest, her pert tits squashed beautifully against me. She leaned over Moira and kissed me. As usual, I was thrilled by her familiar taste, and the scent of the cigar smoke that perfumed her hair.
I thrust my hips upwards, drawing another moan of pleasure from Moira. We broke off our kiss and I looked quizzically at my mother.
“How are we going to do this?” I asked.
“Roll onto your side,” she instructed, and I did as I was told. Moira was now also on her side, and she raised her leg slightly.
“That’s better,” muttered my mother, beginning to thrust in and out of my girlfriend’s arse. I could feel her strap-on through the thin wall that separated Moira’s arse canal from her cunt. It was a delicious feeling.
“Are you just going to lie there?” asked Olwen. “Get on with it, Rhys. Fuck the bitch!”
Once again, I did as I was told, with the added bonus that now I had two women to kiss. I alternated between them, tongue fucking first Olwen, then swapping over to thrust my tongue down Moira’s throat. It occurred to me that I wasn’t going to be able to last long, given the extra stimulation I was receiving from Olwen’s strap-on.
Moira, meanwhile was in her seventh heaven, judging from the mewling sounds she was making, and the quantity of cunt juice that was flowing out of her.
“Oh, gawd,” she moaned, her eyes rolling in her head, “please don’t stop! I love this! Harder, please. Yes! Just like that Rhys. Oh my! I think I’m going to cum. Yes! YES!! FUCKKKK! Y-EEE-SSSS!!”
It was as if Moira was pissing herself. I felt her cunt go into a sort of spasm, and her cunt cum bucketed out of her. No sooner had she started, than Olwen followed suite. She grunted with pleasure and let go. Another deluge ensued, and my thighs and the bed linen underneath me were drenched in thick, pungent cunt juice.
It was too much for me. I couldn’t hold back, and I felt my balls contract, and then I blew.
I’d never cum so hard, and with such volume in all my life. As I pumped my cum into Moira’s sopping cunt, images of the first time I’d fucked her flashed through my brain, coupled with the memory of Olwen and my first ever fuck. I continued to unload my cum into Moira, and the three of us held onto one another as our passion reached a hot, wet, sticky climax.
We lay there, all three of us gasping for breath and enjoying the post orgasmic high that we were all experiencing. Eventually, I felt Olwen begin to pull out of Moira’s arse.
“Get over here, cucky,” she muttered. “It’s clean up time, and boy, is there some cleaning up to do.”
Incredibly, despite having emptied my balls into Moira, I was still as hard as I could remember ever being. As I attempted to pull out of her, I felt Moira clamp down on my shaft.
“Don’t leave me,” she smiled shyly. “Let Olwen’s cuckold clean her up first. Then when he’s eating his cream pie, I want to clean you up. I love the taste of myself on your cock, especially when you’re covered in cum too.”
I kissed her and we watched as Richard took Olwen’s strap-on in his mouth and began to suck it clean. When he had finished, she slipped the harness off and he dived in between her legs and began to lap up her cunt cream. Olwen shuddered in delight and winked at Moira.
“Your turn next, sweetie,” she said, “although I don’t mind admitting that I wouldn’t mind going down on you myself and cleaning you up.”
Moira blushed.
“I would love you to fuck me, Olwen,” she admitted. “Shall we get it on later? I’m sure Rhys would enjoy seeing his mother fuck his girlfriend!”
Olwen nodded enthusiastically, and groaned as Richard’s experienced tongue began to lash her clit.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, “a fortnight of this! I’ll need a holiday to get over this holiday before we go back to school!”
Eventually, Richard emerged from between his Hot Wife’s legs, his face red and sweaty. He licked his lips appreciatively.
“Are you still balls deep in her?” Olwen said in an incredulous voice. “Fucking hell, Rhys, you’re some sort of freak! How the hell can you still be hard after all that?”
“I don’t know, and frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!” I drawled with a grin as I quoted Rhett Butler’s famous reply. I reluctantly pulled out of Moira with a squelching sound, and her cunt, which was brimful of cum immediately began to leak.
“Get down there, cucky,” Olwen said sternly. “Don’t you dare let any of of Rhys’s cum go to waste!”
Moira gave a hum of pleasure as Richard went down on her and attached his mouth to her cunt like a limpet on a ship’s hull. Olwen got up and winked at me.
“I’ll be right back,” she promised. “I need a cigar after all that. Don’t go away. I sense we all could do with another round of that. And I want to be in the middle this time. It’s been too long since I had your cock up my arse!”
She walked out naked onto the patio, oblivious to the fact that her body bore the signs that she’d recently been fucking. Her nipples were still as hard as bullets and her tits and her throat still bore the flush that she always got when she’d had an orgasm. I loved my mother and her ‘fuck ’em all’ attitude.
Then I felt my cock being swallowed by Moira’s eager mouth, and I turned my attention back to what was going on in our bedroom.
Richard was snuffling around between Moira’s thighs, lapping up all that I had recently deposited in her cunt. As Moira took me in her mouth, I could feel her trembling with excitement as Richard’s experienced tongue began to take her back up towards the summit of Mount Orgasm.
She swallowed me with her usual mixture of confidence and care. I felt her throat tighten around my mushroom head and I held her head steady. She began to bob up and down on my cock, savouring the cocktail of cum and her own cunt cream that she loved so much.
We continued in this vein for a few minutes. Moira sucked my cock beautifully, and Richard continued to eat my cum out of her cunt, which was how Olwen discovered us when she returned to our apartment. She was smoking a huge Cuban cigar in a short, stubby cigar holder, which was clamped into the corner of her mouth. She smoked and watched, removing her cigar holder to remark,
“When Rhys cums in your mouth, Moira, don’t swallow it all. I want a cum flavoured kiss. I hope you don’t mind the taste of cigar smoke?”
Moira had been brought up properly. She didn’t speak with her mouth full, so she gave Olwen a double thumbs up sign to show that she understood what was required of her. Thanks to her excellent technique, my mother didn’t have long to wait.
I felt the familiar twitching in my balls and I shot my second load of cum into Moira’s mouth. She swallowed the first jet and then let my subsequent spurts fill her mouth. Carefully releasing my rapidly shrinking cock, she turned to Olwen with a grin.
Olwen slipped the cigar holder out of her mouth and the two women kissed. As I watched them snowballing my cum between their two open mouths, I felt my cock starting to twitch again. I wondered if I could manage another round of fucking.
I signalled to Richard, and pointed to my cock. He needed no further encouragement, and once again I found myself, or rather I found my cock, in a warm, wet mouth. Immediately I began to get hard again.
Richard got me rock hard in no time at all. Moira and Olwen watched in amusement as I began to skull fuck him.
“Why don’t you do that outside?” Olwen said with a wicked grin. “I’ve been meaning to put him to the cock on this holiday. Maybe you’d like to fuck him too? He’s used to being pegged, but he’s never had a man’s cock up his arse.”
“Oh Daddy, what a deliciously filthy idea!” squealed Moira. “If you fuck the cuckold, can I clean your cock up when you’ve finished? Is that alright, Olwen?”
Olwen winked at her.
“What a dirty bitch you are!” she smiled. “How the hell I’m going to work with you after this holiday, fuck knows! Of course you can suck Rhys’s cock. And if you’re a very good girl, you can eat the cream pie he leaves up Richard’s arse too!”
Moira gave another squeal of delight and clapped her hands delightedly.
“Come on then,” she urged, getting to her feet and pulling Olwen upright too. “What are we all waiting for?”
As we all made our way to the spot where we’d been previously, we passed Hilary, the lady Moira and I had sat next to on the plane. She looked up as we passed and winked at us before lowering her head back down between the legs of a very well built gentleman. She swallowed his cock like a pro, and the young man who was fucking her from behind grinned.
“Hilary loves a good spit roasting,” he said, pumping his cock in and out of her as he spoke. “We meet her every year about this time. When my father’s cum in her mouth, and I’ve shot my load up her ass, we’ll turn and turn about. We Texans can keep going forever! It’s no wonder you Brits keep coming back here year after year. Your women get properly fucked at Adult Paradise!”
“Ignore him,” hissed Olwen, as she saw both Moira and I open our mouths to reply. “Everything might be bigger in Texas, but at least we know the difference between an ass and an arse! And those two are definitely a pair of arseholes!”
We settled down in the semi shade.
“How do you want to do this, Olwen?” I asked. “Are you and Moira going to join in?”
My mother shook her head.
“I want to watch my son take my cuckold’s anal cherry,” she replied. Moira and I can cuddle and maybe finger one another whilst you fuck him. Oh, fucking hell! I’ve left my cigars and my holder in the apartment!”
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