“I’ll go,” said Moira, getting to her feet. “I won’t be long. Just don’t start without me, Daddy!”
Olwen and I grinned as she hurried away to get Olwen’s cigar and holder.
“She’s a keeper,” Olwen said to me. “I hope we can all continue to play together when we get home?”
“Of course we will, “I replied sincerely. “I love fucking you both. I’m not about to give that up!”
Moira returned with Olwen’s cigar case and her holder. She’d obviously been back to our apartment too, because she had her lady pipe with her. Olwen’s face was a picture when she saw Moira with the dainty, long stemmed pipe between her lips.
“How long have you been smoking a pipe?” she asked incredulously. “I know Rhys has a smoking fetish, just like Richard. You must love him very much to have started smoking to please him.”
“I’ve smoked a pipe ever since my university days,” Moira replied, blowing creamy smoke rings into the air. “I only used to smoke at home, and the night that Rhys and I became lovers, I lit up after Rhys admitted that he loved watching you smoke your cigars. So although I love that my Daddy likes to watch me smoke, I didn’t start just to please him. I love my pipe, just like you love your cigars.”
Olwen chose a cigar and slid it into her holder. She borrowed Moira’s lighter and lit up.
“There,” she said through a cloud of creamy cigar smoke, “we’re all set! Cucky, get fluffing! Moira and I want to watch you getting fucked!”
I lay down on the sun lounger and Richard took my cock in his hand. He gently peeled back my foreskin and kissed my mushroom head. Then he sucked my whole length into his mouth, and I started to get hard. I winked at Olwen and Moira, who were gazing, fascinated at what was going on.
“Don’t cum in his mouth, Daddy,” Moira said with a giggle. “I want an arse flavoured cream pie later on!”
I was ready. I pushed Richard away and nodded to the sunlounger. He knelt on it, with his arse in the air.
“Are you alright with this, Richard?” I asked, getting into position behind him.
“Yes, of course,” he replied. “Olwen promised me that she’d put me to the cock this holiday. I just didn’t know that it would be her son who gets to fuck me! And in public too! Please put it in me, Rhys. I’ve had plenty of strap on cocks up my arse. It’ll be a change to have a real man up there this time!”
I pushed against his star shaped pucker and, as he had already said, due to years of being pegged by Olwen, my cock slid easily into his arse. It certainly felt different to being in my mother or Moira’s cunt. Despite years of pegging, Richard’s arse was beautifully tight. I began to fuck him.
“Fuck! That’s a sight I never thought I’d see,” murmured Olwen. “My son fucking my husband!”
Moira giggled.
“And that’s a statement I never thought I’d hear,” she said. “I wonder what the staff and the governors would say if they could see the three of us now? You and I naked and watching Rhys buggering your cuckold! I reckon they’d be astonished.”
“You don’t say,” replied Olwen sarcastically, “well let’s give them something to really shock them then.”
She turned to Moira and kissed her. When they both came up for air, my mother’s eyes were sparkling.
“You taste delicious,” she smiled. “I think that I might have to get one of those beautiful pipes. I wonder if I dare smoke it in the staff room?”
Moira laughed.
“We are really going to have to be very circumspect when we get back to school,” she said seriously. “I know I wanted to be outed on this trip, but I never realised that I’d be outing myself to my head teacher!”
I was almost done. Richard’s arse was being well fucked and Olwen pointed out that he was leaking through his cock lock.
“Are you going to cum, cucky?” she asked, and Richard shook his head.
“I don’t think so,” he replied. “It’s a very different sensation to being pegged. Rhys’s cock is really filling me up and stretching me.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” laughed Olwen just as Moira remarked, “Tell me about it!”
My two lovers burst into laughter and kissed one another again. That was enough for me. With a groan of pleasure, I unloaded my cum up Richard’s arse. I continued to fuck him until my balls were drained, and then I pulled out of him, causing him to whimper as I did so.
Moira was on me like a flash. She puffed on her pipe and blew a stream of cooling smoke over my rapidly shrinking cock. Then she took it in her mouth and started to suck it clean.
“Mmmm!” she murmured as she worked her tongue around my very sensitive mushroom head.
When she released me a few moments later, she licked her lips and blew me a kiss.
Richard’s arsehole was still gaping, and Olwen had taken the opportunity to slide a couple of fingers into him and was now stimulating his prostate. A few seconds later, Richard gasped and began to ooze.
We all watched, fascinated, as his cum began to flow out of him. It pooled on the sun lounger as Olwen’s fingers continued to work their magic. Ten minutes or do later, the flow dried up, and Richard had been milked to completion. He looked at his Hot Wife gratefully.
“Thank you, dear, and thank you too Rhys. I didn’t expect to be milked and fucked today.”
“You’re on holiday,” replied Olwen dryly. “You deserve a treat every now and then.”
During the course of the next fortnight, we all four of us experienced treats on a daily basis. My libido had never been so high, and I fucked Olwen and Moira at least twice each every day.
They got it on together on a regular basis too. I knew that my mother was bi-sexual, but to see Moira eating Olwen’s cunt was always a turn on, guaranteed to get me hard again. Richard had never had such a ready supply of cream pie!
And then, sadly, it was time to go home. We spent our last day wandering around the resort, thanking the staff for their service and saying goodbye to our fellow fetish lovers.
On an impulse, I popped into the very well equipped shop in the hotel foyer and I was delighted to see that they sold beautiful collars, all of which contained a variety of different legends. I bought a lovely black leather one for Moira. It had the word ‘Owned’ on it. When i gave it to her, she burst into tears and made me put it on her straightaway.
“I’m never taking this off,” he declared. “I’m properly Daddy owned now, and I don’t care who knows it!”
Olwen looked at me and winked.
“I think you’re going to have to make an honest women out of her,” she joked. “Richard is my cuckold, Moira can be your cuckqueen!”
She disappeared, leaving me open mouthed at the thought of asking Moira to marry me. When I next saw her, Richard was in tow and he was wearing a similar collar to Moira’s. On examination, I learned that his collar read ‘Sissy cuckold slut.’ He seemed as proud of his new collar as Moira was of hers.
All too soon, the new school term began. As usual, the first two days of the new term were designated as Teacher Training days, which meant that all the staff were present, but the pupils were still on holiday.
These days were intended to allow the staff to prepare resources and plan their teaching timetables ready for the forthcoming term. We usually met all together on the first morning, to receive any updates or news that Moira, as the headteacher, thought relevant. That Monday morning was no exception.
“Good morning everyone,” she smiled, looking round the crowded staff room. “Welcome back. I hope you all had a great summer break.”
“You obviously did, Moira,” replied Hilda, one of our colleagues. “You’ve got a fabulous sun tan, and you look totally relaxed!”
Moira blushed, something that I found so endearing. Under her smart gleaming white blouse, I knew she had her collar on, and I felt my cock beginning to stir. Olwen, who was sitting next to me, nudged me and whispered, “Here it comes,”
“Thanks, Hilda,” replied Moira. “I am feeling much better after my summer holiday. That gives me an ideal opportunity to tell you my news. I am getting married!”
The staff room erupted in applause and cries of ‘Congratulations.’
“Who is the lucky man?” demanded Hilda, and Beryl, another of our colleagues burst out with,
“Why does it have to be a man?” (Beryl was a lesbian, married to Geraldine, who taught at another school in our town.)
Moira blushed again.
“I know you and Geraldine are very happy, Beryl,” she said, “but I am going to be marrying the man of my dreams.”
She stretched out her hand and pulled me to my feet. This time it was my turn to blush.
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