A Weekend Fucking My Girlfriend And Her Mother (2) free porn video

Sam and Ruth are taught the facts of life by Ruth's mother.

This story is fictional and copyright remains with me. It was posted by me over a year ago but in celebration of a new Part 3, I have re-posted this part after re-editing for grammar, punctuation and typo errors.

Part 1 can be found here - https://xhamster.com/stories/a-weekend-fucking-my-girlfriend-and-her-mother-1-990746

This part will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.

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While we were at the phone, Kate filled the dishwasher in the kitchen and prepared the drinks. For a while, Ruth and I were alone.

Ruth put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "Thanks for joining in, I was worried that you might run a mile."

"You knew your Mum was going to do that?" I asked, slightly amazed.

"Well, yes. We talked about it last night. You're not mad are you?."

"No, of course not, it was just a bit of a surprise that's all."

"A nice surprise?."

"Bloody amazing! What an evening!"

She looked up at me with her sparkly green eyes saying, "The night is young." With that she rejoined her Mum, leaving me standing with my mouth open and cock hardening.

I wandered around the lounge looking at the pictures and at some very nice and very expensive sculptures. A framed photograph on a shelf showed a younger Kate with a man of similar age sitting on the grass in what looked to be a park. I assumed that the man was Ruth’s late father. Kate had long flowing hair with daisies interwoven. Ruth, probably around ten years old, was sat with a Springer Spaniel. At the far end of the room was a table with a large vase of flowers. As I bent to sniff the fragrance, Ruth’s voice said, "Mum’s birthday two days ago."

I looked up and saw Ruth standing in the doorway leaning against the frame, her hand brushing her hair from her face. "Come on," she said holding out her hand.

I walked across and she led me back to the bedroom where soft saxophone music was playing. Kate was already in there turning on the bedside lamps. “You okay to carry on Sam? I suggested Monopoly but Ruth seems to have other ideas."

“Yes, of course," I answered, trying not to sound too eager.

She gestured towards the bed so I climbed on and resumed my place in the middle. "I suggested that you might like a little show," said Ruth as she exchanged glances with Kate. They nodded to each other and began to sway with the music. Then, teasingly and very slowly, they untied the belts of their dressing gowns. Slowly they both slid them off their shoulders.

Holy fuck! Ruth's small body was perfectly honed from her many hours of gymnastics and horse riding each week. Her tits were the size of small oranges and were wonderfully firm and pert. Kate's were slightly larger but still in good shape, as was her body. I later found out that she ran 30 to 40 miles a week.

As lovely as their tits were, my eyes were drawn to their pussies. They were both clean shaven. I'd already had a glimpse of Ruth's but to see them both really took me by surprise. I was dumbstruck.

My mouth must have been hanging open and my eyes popping out as they swivelled from one cunt to the other. “You okay Sam?" asked Ruth, tilting her head to one side.

“Yes..., no......, I mean..., er....., well....., I um...., wow, I mean Wow! So..., er..., when did you both..., or do you normally...?"

"Last night. We thought you might like it so we shaved each other," said Kate.

"Each other? Really?."

"Yup," said Ruth.

"Wow!" I said, trying to figure out the implications.

Smiling, Kate walked around to the right side of the bed and climbed on, while Ruth came up from the foot nudging me to the side so that she could replace me in the middle. She laid down on her back with her hands delicately resting on her tummy like Snow White. Kate, resting on her left elbow, waved her hand over Ruth. “The female body," she announced dramatically.

It was a good job that I still had the dressing gown on as I already had a boner, which would have been a little distracting. Ruth looked stunningly beautiful. Absolutely perfect.

“Sam...., SAM!" called Kate, trying to get my attention. “Okay boobs and nipples you already know, so we’ll concentrate downstairs. Open your legs, Ruth." Whilst looking at me, Ruth opened her legs and raised her knees. “Come round where you can see Sam," continued Kate.

I scooted round to the bottom of the bed as instructed.

“Kneel between her legs. That's it. Now, with all her hair gone, it’s pretty obvious that we are looking at Ruth’s vagina. The lips that you can see are the outer lips. We won’t bother with the technical terms. That’s the way that a cunt normally looks, but within those lips are the inner lips. Can you spread your lips for us, Ruth? Good girl. Those inner lips are the lips of the vagina itself. If we ask Ruth to insert a finger you’ll see what I mean."

I watched engrossed as Ruth slid a finger into what was probably the world’s most perfectly formed cunt. I'm sure I had my tongue hanging out.

“Now, if Ruth moves her hands but keeps her lips spread, I want you to see if you can spot her clitoris."

I knew but peered closely. “Up there?" I ventured, pointing.

“Spot on," said Kate. “It's not too clear at the moment, but as a woman is aroused, it becomes enlarged. How enlarged, varies from woman to woman. Some become very large, some hardly change at all, but they are always in the same place. Like a man's bell end, the clitoris is the most sensitive part of a woman, and like a man's cock, it needs lubrication. You can’t just dive in and start toying with a dry clit, okay?."

I nodded, “Uh huh."

Kate continued, “Inside the vagina may be a hymen, which is a membrane which has to be broken through, but only once. A woman with a hymen is a virgin, but not all virgins have hymens." I must have looked puzzled. “A hymen can be broken by things other than a penis – horse riding, sex toys etc. Ruth assures me that she is a virgin but I don’t know if she has a hymen."

“I don’t mum," said Ruth quietly. “A couple of years ago when you had hurt your ankle, you asked me to fetch your book from your bedroom. Sticking out from under your pillow was a...... ah..., toy. I sort of borrowed it a couple of days later, but only the once. After that, I went out and bought my own."

bloody hell! Mother and daughter, both with dildos. My imagination was running riot.

Kate coughed “Anyway, you have to remember that a woman is different from a man, not just the obvious physical differences, but in the way that sex must be approached. With a guy, you can take his limp dick and he’ll soon be hard and ready to go. With a woman, you can’t just go for the cunt or clit. She needs to be aroused. She needs to produce natural lubricants. So I’m going to leave you two alone for 10 minutes, but no touching of the genitals, okay?." With that, she slid off the bed, picked up her dressing gown and left the bedroom.

Without a word, Ruth beckoned me up the bed, pulled my head towards her and locked her mouth on mine. Almost instantly, we were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. We'd obviously kissed many times before, but this time it felt different; more relaxed and natural. There was no urgency, no forced effort, no pressure. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. As I put my hand on the back of her neck she ran her hands down my spine making me shiver. I moved my lips to the base of her neck and kissed around to her ear. “So, my little innocent Ruth has been fucking herself with a dildo for the last two years?" I whispered.

“And thinking of you every time I came," she responded.

“But we’ve not been going out long?”

“No, but we were at school together. I spent most of my time as a schoolgirl wondering what it would be like to have you fuck my brains out."

“If only I had known," I murmured as I nibbled her ear making her moan and squirm.

“You were only interested in sport and smoking behind the toilets," she said as she bit my ear hard.

“Ow!."

I licked down her neck until I came to her left breast. Oh God, it was so beautiful. Her nipple was the hardest I had ever seen it and seemed even harder as I circled it with the tip of my tongue. When I sucked it between my lips she pulled my head closer and arched her back. “Oh Sam, that feels so good."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kate quietly re-join us on the bed. “Don’t let me interrupt, try and ignore me," she whispered.

I ran my right hand down across Ruth's tummy to the outside of her hip.

“Explore the inside of her thighs, Sam," Kate suggested quietly.

My fingers ran down the outside of Ruth's leg to her knee, then traced up the inside. Ruth moaned as she eased her legs apart. I raised myself onto my knees and leaned over Ruth to suck her right nipple. At the same time, I was aware of Ruth’s hand edging up the inside of my boxers. I brushed my fingers along Ruth’s cunt lips which made her open her legs even wider. Ruth’s outer lips were dry, but as I ran my middle finger along her slit, I felt my finger become slippery. I pressed a little deeper and was amazed to discover that inside her lips, she was absolutely soaking. Ruth was now moving her hips in time with my strokes. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip whilst whimpering. I pressed my finger deeper and found her hole. As I slid in I felt Ruth tickling my balls with her fingertips.

“Oi!" said Kate, “Leave him alone, we’re supposed to be learning about the female body. Come around here Sam."

Ruth reluctantly let go and I moved back to my earlier position between her legs. Looking at her cunt, I could see her lips glistening and noticed they had gone darker in colour.

“Notice the colour change, Sam? That happens when a woman becomes aroused. Now, remember what I said to Ruth about variety? Well, the same applies here. You need to switch between cunt and clit, but not just the clit itself, explore around it, either side and above. Make her wait.

I laid on my chest only inches from Ruth’s beautiful lips. Her clit was quite small but I could clearly see it poking out its little head. I put fingers either side of her clit and gently squeezed as I slid them up and down. Then I walked my fingers back to her hole and probed with two of them. She was very tight, but as she relaxed I was able to ease them both in.

“Don’t forget you have a thumb as well," said Kate.

As I slowly moved my fingers in and out I used my thumb to toy with her clit.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck," squealed Ruth, panting hard and thrusting her hips in time with my fingers.

“Sam," Kate whispered.

I looked up and saw Kate moving her tongue as if licking an ice cream. I also noticed that Kate’s hand was moving inside her dressing gown. Turning back to Ruth, I began kissing the inside of her thigh, slowly running my tongue upwards. As I neared her cunt I moved my hands clear and flicked my tongue across her lips. The musky aroma was incredible. Pulling her lips gently apart, I licked the whole length of her inner lips. She squirmed and raked her heels up my back.

“On God, oh fuck, yes......, just there..., oh God," she moaned between pants.

Off to my left, I was aware of Kate moaning quietly.

I let my tongue slide up towards Ruth’s clit, but following Kate’s advice, I licked around it. Up and down either side and then sucked on her mound just above.

“Nnnnnnnn......, yes!" Ruth cried, arching her back.

I went back to her lips and resumed licking her up and down.

“No, no..., my clit," she pleaded.

Ignoring her, my tongue probed between her lips. Pushing it forwards, I felt my tongue enter her and was rewarded by her nectar coating my tongue. Ruth was squirming, out of control. Her hands grabbed my hair as she ground herself against my face, coating it. "Nnnnn..., nnnn..., nnnn..., nnnn...," was all she could manage.

I resumed licking up and down her lips, then suddenly continued an upward lick to her clit. I flicked back and forth across its tip, then clamped my lips around it and sucked hard.

“Ohhhh, Jeeeeesuuuus.........," Ruth squealed as she again raked my back with her heels. Suddenly, she arched her back and went rigid. A shake started in her legs and travelled up her body.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn....!" she screamed and began hitting the back of my head with her fists. I hung on for dear life as she began to buck. Again she went rigid, interrupted by occasional spasms.

Slowly, she began to relax. She was panting heavily while she lowered her legs to either side of me. As I rested my head on Ruth’s leg, I saw Kate with her eyes shut, face flushed, and hand between her legs, breathing heavily.

“Mum?" said Ruth, trying to catch her breath and looking across from the pillow.

Kate’s eyes flew open and she quickly removed her hand. “Oh God I’m sorry," she blurted, looking embarrassed, "It was so sexy watching you two."

“It’s okay Mum," said Ruth quietly, with a loving look on her face. “I was just going to say..., you don’t have to do it yourself. Sam’s here, and I can thoroughly recommend him."

Ruth looked at me and nodded towards her Mum.

“Would you Sam?" asked Kate.

“Not half!" I thought, but actually thought WTF? In the end, I just smiled and nodded.

Kate laid back on the pillow as I moved across. I was unsure where to start, so hesitated. Seeing this, Ruth edged across and reached for the belt on Kate’s dressing gown. She tugged on the bow, then pulled the gown apart. My eyes travelled up Kate’s body pausing at her bare cunt, then up across her flat tight stomach to her breasts. I was dying to suck them, but Ruth pointed downwards. As I lowered my head, I was aware of Kate reaching behind her head and under the pillow.

Kate’s cunt shone with her juices but the most startling thing was the size of her clit. It was a good half inch long and looked like a mini penis. As I licked slowly around her lips, Kate opened her legs wider. This made her lips open and I could see her pink hole. I knew she was already highly aroused, so I dived straight in licking up and down. I felt her vagina open up for me, so I took my queue and plunged my tongue into her as deeply as I could.

“Oh, that’s it, Sam, fuck me."

I drove my tongue in and out of her, pausing occasionally to explore elsewhere, before teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. I worked back and forth across the hard nub. "Oh fuck yes..., just like that Sam..., ahhhhhhnnnnn...." Suddenly, she pulled my head up. I thought I had done something wrong, but when I looked up, I saw that Kate was holding a black 10 or 12-inch dildo. “Use this," said Kate breathlessly.

I took it from her and rubbed it across her cunt lips. Ruth tapped me on the arm, waved the bottle of lube and raised her eyebrows. Looking back at the dildo, I could see that it was now slippery and glistening, so I shook my head. Gently, I probed Kate’s cunt with the head. She moaned and pushed her hips downwards to try and force more of it into herself. Gradually, I eased it in and out, pushing it in a little deeper each time. Kate’s body began to move in time with me and she gave a little grunt with each thrust.

“Yes Sam..., oh yesss," called Kate. “Make me come..., fuck me hard..., I need to come......nnnnnnn."

I looked at her clit and aimed straight for it. Sucking it between my lips, I commenced to give her a mini blowjob, my head going up and down. Each time I sucked it in, I ran my tongue across it. With my right hand, I was fucking her with the dildo, in and out, fast and hard, it's full length into her on each thrust.

Without warning, Kate clamped her thighs hard around my head. She didn’t shake or cry out like Ruth, but instead twitched violently and whimpered. Luckily, I was used to rugby scrums so survived her leg crush. Her jerks seemed to go on forever, but gradually she started to come back down to earth. When I slowly eased the dildo out of her, it was covered in her white slippery cream.

"Wow!" said Ruth, "That was amazing."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...," was all Kate could manage, between gasps of air, her hair stuck to her forehead.

I don’t know how long we laid there, probably half an hour. I made the first move and eased myself off the bed and into the bathroom where I washed my face and hands. Spotting a bottle of mint mouthwash, I took a swig and swilled it around for a minute or two. Looking at myself in the mirror, I recalled what I had said to Tiny just a few hours earlier - "It's just tea." What a strange world.

Walking across the soft bedroom carpet, I crawled up the bed until I was between Ruth and her mother. I think Kate was fast asleep but Ruth snuggled up to me, putting her head on my chest.

"Hi gorgeous," I said quietly.

"Hi gorgeous," she responded, "That was fun."

"Hmmmmm," I responded, stifling a yawn.

"Aw..., my poor little rugby player a little tiredy wiredy?."

With my eyes closed, I managed another "Hmmmm."

I was aware of Ruth moving slightly and then felt her start to lick my nipple. This was a new sensation for me. I didn’t realise that men’s nipples could become aroused. As she continued, my nipple grew. She then moved her head slightly and sucked it into her mouth. At the same time, she reached down and wrapped her small, delicate hand around my rapidly hardening cock.

My left hand traced the line of her spine up to her neck making her shiver and bite down.

"Yeow!" I called in a semi-whisper. I felt Ruth chuckle and start to run her fingertips up and down my cock which was now rock hard. Slowly, I began to move my hips in time with her strokes. There must have been some pre-come as I could feel her thumb slipping around my head. As it dried up, Ruth kissed her way up to my neck.

“I think we need some lubricant," she whispered, “I know where there’s plenty."

I thought she meant the bottle of lube, but she obviously had other ideas. Kissing me deeply, her left leg moved across my body. She pushed herself up on her arms, smiled, and started moving backwards and forwards, rubbing her slippery cunt on my cock. Her hands moved to my arms, pinning them to the bed; she intended to be in control it appeared. Then, she pushed her hips forwards and upwards to position me at her tight entrance. Gradually she began to move, just a little, massaging the head of my cock with her lips. Oh God, what a feeling.

Mustering all the self-control I could manage, I said, “Ruth, stop, I wasn’t expecting this to happen..., I don’t have any...."

“Shhhh," she interrupted, “I've been on the pill for months, just relax and enjoy."

Ever so slowly, she moved back and I felt my head slip into the warmest, softest, tightest, sexiest place imaginable. The sensation was unbelievable. Ruth paused, then moved again, taking a few more inches. She raised herself back up, eyes closed, allowing me to nearly slip out, then drove down again, taking my entire cock to the hilt.

Ruth looked at me and laughed, “You look like you’re in another world, Sam."

I didn’t reply, but closed my eyes and savoured the moment. I wanted to imprint it on my mind, never to forget the experience. Every inch of me was now inside her, but Ruth didn’t move. Instead, she sat back. Then the most incredible feeling passed through my cock. Her cunt muscles were gripping and releasing it.

“Oh.., Oh..., jeeznnnfuuck."

“Some of the girls at gymnastics told me about that," Ruth whispered, “I’ve been practising on my dildo, but the real thing is much better."

Then slowly she began to ride me. Right up to the tip and all the way back down again, tensing her muscles as she did it.

I didn’t move, I couldn't move, well I could've if I wanted, but why would I want to? I was in heaven, enjoying her set a steady rhythm. Her firm breasts bounced up and down a little as she rode me until I couldn’t resist them any longer. Sensing that I wanted to move, Ruth released my arms. I reached out and pulled her down towards me, sucking hard onto a nipple.

“Oh God Sam, I never dreamed that fucking would really feel this good," she moaned. Still riding my straining cock, she pulled my head away and locked her mouth onto mine. Our tongues danced around each other as I matched her rhythm, my entire length pistoning in and out. Eventually, our lips separated and I could look deep into her beautiful eyes. I was mesmerised by them.

Without warning, she sat back up and switched from riding me up and down, to grinding just her hips backwards and forwards. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth open as her pace went into overdrive.

“Oh Sam, Sam..., I, I’m gonna come..., oh Saaaam..., Oh yesss..., nnnnnnnyesss!" she cried through with her face screwed up in ecstasy. That tipped me over the edge.

“I..., I..., I...," I managed to grunt.

Gripping her ass, I pumped my cock in and out until I felt the come starting its journey from my balls.

“Gnnnnnnnnn......," I cried through gritted teeth, as my back arched lifting her off the bed and jets of hot come spurted into her depths. My orgasm just went on and on. I couldn’t breathe. What a way to die! Suddenly it was over and I was able to take a huge breath.

As I flopped back onto the bed, Ruth collapsed on top of me, panting. After a while, she began shaking with laughter. With each laugh, her muscles tightened around my cock. I opened my eyes and saw her hands covering her face.

“Oh my God," she said.

“What’s so funny?."

“Oh my God, your orgasm face! I thought you were going to die on me."

I was about to tell her how beautiful she looked, when suddenly...

“Bravo!" Kate said from next to us, clapping.

“Mum! I thought you were asleep!" Ruth cried.

“No, but I thought I might put you off, so I pretended. Anyway, my two little virgins are no more. I think this calls for Champagne!."

Kate slipped off the bed leaving her crumpled dressing gown behind and headed for the kitchen.

I could feel my come dripping out of Ruth onto my leg as she eased herself off and snuggled beside me. After a few minutes of listening to Kate chinking glasses in the kitchen, Ruth said, “While Mum’s gone, I need to ask you a question, or rather, I need to tell you something."

Laying with my eyes closed I just grunted, “Uh huh."

“This is going to sound really odd, but here goes..., Mum has had a few dates since dad died, but none have really developed into anything. So I don’t think Mum’s had sex for a long time. When you went down on her earlier, that was probably the closest thing she’s had to sex in two years. It was beautiful watching her cum. I just want you to know, if the opportunity arises, I’m happy with it."

“Mmmm..., I don’t follow you."

“Why are men so fucking stupid?" Ruth asked. I don’t think she expected an answer so I kept quiet, wondering if she meant what I thought she might mean.

“I mean..., if we arrive at a situation where you have the chance to fuck my Mum, I want you to go ahead. You have my blessing. You don’t need to think about it, worry about it, feel guilty, ask my permission, or anything. It may never arise, but if it does, I want you to know that I’m okay with it. In fact, I’ll be pissed off with you if you don’t. I told Mum that I was going to tell you this while we were washing up. Oh..., and she’s on the pill. Oh..., and it would be nice if you could repeat your performance just now."

"Come again?."

"Exactly, I want you to make her come again."

“Rrrright..., so you want me to fuck your mum?."

"I know it's strange but I think she needs it. I'm not trying to engineer it or force it to happen. I'm just asking you to go with the flow."

"Errr..., Okayyyyyy....," I hesitantly replied.

Naked, Kate reappeared carrying an open bottle of champagne and three tall glasses. We both sat up as she sat on the bed cross-legged and filled the glasses. “Here's to the future and many more fun lessons," she said as we clinked our glasses together.

“More lessons?" I said.

“I said I wanted to teach you everything. You don't think that's it, do you? There’s plenty more to learn – 69, dressing up, doggy style, bondage, role play, S & M, anal, sex in public, delayed ejaculation, threesome, foursome, orgy, sex toys and probably plenty more. Some things you may both like, some things you won't. At least you'll know.

Seeing my mouth hanging open she added, “But not tonight, it’s getting late. Now then, Ruth has only got a single bed – that’s something we’ll have to remedy, there's space in her bedroom for a double, so how about we all sleep here tonight? The bed is just about big enough."

With no objections, the two women began to discuss beds and bed linen as we sipped our champagne. Eventually, Ruth crawled to the bottom of the bed and retrieved the duvet which had been pushed to the floor. She laid on her left side and I snuggled up behind her, my cock fitting nicely between her buttocks. I felt the blood flooding into my cock and it began to stiffen. “sleep Sam," Ruth said as she reached back, patted my leg and then turned out the light. Kate’s light stayed on as she started to read a book.

Wow, what a day!

Gradually, I drifted off, with my arm over Ruth, feeling the warmth of her body and listening to her steady breathing, my head on her soft hair. A few hours later I stirred enough to realise that Kate’s light was still on. I turned over and saw that she was asleep on her back with her book on top of the duvet. Reaching out, I picked up the book and leaned across her to put it on her bedside table. Then I reached further to turn out the light but accidentally brushed her head with my arm. She stirred, opened her eyes and looked straight at me.

“Sorry," I whispered, “I was trying to turn the light out."

Kate reached for the light and clicked it off, so I laid back down.

“Sam," she said whispered quietly.

“Mmmm."

“Would you hold me for a while? It’s been a long time since I fell asleep with a man holding me."

She turned on her right side, so I tucked in behind her, and put my arm over, taking care to keep my cock clear. After a few minutes, she lifted my hand from her waist and moved it up to her naked breast. Even though it was deliciously warm in my hand, her nipple was quite hard. I wasn’t sure if this was an invitation, or if it was just more comfortable for her. I got my answer when she put her hand back on mine and squeezed. Taking the hint, I began to roll her nipple between my finger and thumb.

She gave a quiet “Mmmmm," and moved her ass back towards me until it touched my hardening cock. I thought about what Ruth had said, so adjusted myself so it sat between her cheeks. Slowly, Kate moved against me causing me to slide up and down her crack. In a very short time, I was rock hard and moving with her. Briefly, she turned towards me enough that I could run my tongue around her nipple, then suck it between my lips. She turned away again, so I kissed the back of her neck. With a slight upward shift of her body, Kate opened her legs slightly, which meant that my next thrust went between her legs instead of up her crack. I could feel my raging boner rubbing against something warm and slippery.

“Mmmm, that’s nice, mmmmm, I need your cock Sam, I don’t know when I last had a cock inside me."

“Especially an 18-year-old cock?" I asked.

“Oh God yes, I need it nowwww."

As she said the last word, she pushed her stomach forwards and her hips back. Without me realising what was happening, my straining cock slipped inside her. I let a couple of inches go in, then pulled back a little. I could feel my fat bell end being gripped by her cunt lips. Then I slowly moved back in a little.

“No Sam, not gentle, another time maybe, right now I need you to fuck me hard."

In response, I drove deep into her, then started pumping hard. Her cunt was tight, not quite as tight as Ruth, but tighter than I expected.

“Oh God yesss..., oh yesss, harder Sam, nnnnnnn, harder, harder..., nnnnnnnn... nnnnnnnn.. nnnnnnnn...."

I fucked her like a man possessed, slapping against her buttocks. Her cries and moans were a real turn on, so when I could feel my orgasm coming I shut my eyes and started singing the words to American Pie in my head. It helped and let me keep going for a few more minutes.

I could feel Kate grinding her legs together, working her clit as we fucked. “Oh...., Oh.........., Oh................., Christ..., nnnneeeeeeeeee.....," Kate let out a long high pitched squeak as an orgasm overwhelmed her, making her squeeze her legs even tighter together. That was enough for me. My cock pulsed rhythmically as I shot any last remnants of my spunk supplies into her.

Kate lay there breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath as my wilting cock eased out of her.

Suddenly, I felt Ruth nestle up behind me. She fitted her body along the contours of mine and whispered, “Thank you."

I woke very slowly. One of those vague, gradual awakenings, where things in the real world, slowly impinge on the sleeping world. Female voices wormed their way into my subconscious, accompanied by the sound of running water. Eventually, the real world won the battle and I opened one sleepy eye. Being face down on the bed, the other eye was covered by part of a pillow.

The curtains had been pulled wide letting weak winter light into the room. Kate was sat in a chair wearing a dressing gown, combing her damp hair in a mirror. I watched one-eyed as she stood, slipped off the dressing gown and took a pair of white panties out of a drawer. Deciding that this scene warranted the attention of both eyes, I moved my head slightly. Now I had the time to really appreciate how well she had looked after her body. With her back to me, I could see her tight buttocks, athletic legs and slim waist. Bending down to step into the panties, I could clearly see her cunt lips and pinkish brown, rosebud anus.

Out the corner of my eye, Ruth emerged naked from the bathroom, drying her hair as she walked. As she left the bedroom, Kate looked up and said, "We need to be gone in ten minutes."

“Okay mum," Ruth called back.

Kate pulled the panties up over her perfect ass, then she sat down and put on white socks. Standing again, she took out a white sports bra. Once that was on, she started pulling on a pair of cream, skin-tight riding jodhpurs – I’ve always found them very sexy. Next, she took a black polo neck shirt and pulled it over her head. Finally, she adjusted her hair and turned to look straight at me.

Oh shit, I thought, now I’m for it, but she just smiled and said, “Well hello Sam, did you sleep well?."

“Very well thank you. I’m still in a bit of a daze."

“Any regrets?."

“No, no, definitely not. Probably the most amazing evening of my life."

“Well, you can recover a little longer, Ruth and I go riding on Sunday mornings. It’s 7.30 now, we should be back by ten. You know where the shower is, and help yourself to breakfast, we’ll have some when we get back. I guess you don’t have a toothbrush with you, so there’s a new one in its packet by the sink."

“Thanks," I said as I sat up a little.

Just then, Ruth came back in, dressed the same as her mother but with a white top. “Be good," she called as they both left the room. I laid there until I heard the front close after them.

Pushing back the covers, I resisted the temptation of a quick wank, despite my boner from watching Kate. I swung my legs out Kate’s side of the bed and sat on the edge. My eyes fell on her bedside table. A little look wouldn’t do any harm. Opening the top drawer, there were various odds and ends: headache tablets, nail scissors, hair clips, her passport and the bottle of lube we’d used last night. The bottom drawer was much more interesting: the big black dildo, a couple of smaller ones, some sort of battery operated vibrator that hummed quietly when I turned it on, assorted clips and thongs, plus a weird latex thing about four inches long with a stubby end, and a few other things with no obvious use (you have to remember, this was before the days of internet porn and satellite/cable TV. A teenager's only source of information on sex was girlie magazines. I did have one hard porn mag, which I had acquired in a swop for an air pistol, but it didn’t shed much light on some of the items in the drawer).

Closing the drawer I wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway until I found Ruth’s room. It was a typical teenage girl’s room. Posters of horses and dogs, one of David Essex, a guitar, piles of soft toys, toiletries and discarded clothes. I felt a pang of guilt for looking in Kate’s drawers, so left without looking any further, though I would have liked a look at Ruth’s dildo.

I headed back to the bedroom and into the bathroom. On the wall was a mirrored cabinet. As I was in a nosey mood, I opened it. It was full of what you would expect, but my eyes stopped at a lady’s shaver and a can of sensitive shaving foam. I looked down at the mat of hair around my cock and balls. Why the hell not? I’ve got a couple of hours to spare. Also in the cabinet was a pair of hair scissors. So for the next 10 minutes, I stood over the toilet bowl and trimmed my thatch, extremely carefully, with the scissors.

Then, I filled the wash basin with hot water, covered my crotch with shaving foam and, trying to stop my hands shaking, proceeded to shave myself. I repeated it twice before I was happy that all the hair was gone. Looking at my face in the mirror, I thought – why not? So I foamed my face and shaved that as well. After washing everything and putting away, I treated myself to a long luxurious shower.

Then, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, I headed for the kitchen and made a strong black coffee. In the lounge I flicked through their large record collection, finally selecting an Acker Bilk album, a local hero who made the clarinet cool. The stereo was quite fancy but I finally figured it out and settled into a leather armchair as the room filled with the sound of Stranger on the Shore.

Soon I nodded off, waking to a silent room and cold coffee. I flipped the album over, then reheated the coffee in the kitchen. Back in the lounge, through a window, I saw Kate and Ruth pull onto the driveway, so I ambled to the front door to let them in. As I opened the door, Kate approached, a little mud splattered and carrying her muddy riding boots.

“Muddy ride?" I asked.

Kate grinned as she passed me, “You don’t know the half of it."

Behind her, Ruth was completely plastered in mud. It was everywhere; in her hair, up her legs, all over her front and back. She had wiped her face but dried mud stuck to her forehead and ears. I knew I shouldn’t laugh but..., "Oh my god!" I cried, mimicking Ruth last night, "Look at the state of you! There's no way you are coming through this door like that."

Ruth gave a little smile as she muttered, “Fuck you," and tried to push past me.

I barred her way. “Where do you think you’re going? You're not getting that mud on your mum's carpet."

Behind me, I heard Kate chuckling.

“What?" said Ruth through gritted teeth.

“Don’t get arsy just because you fell off."

“I didn’t fall off, I was unseated."

“So you fell off."

“No, we were galloping on a bridleway and the horse slipped on the mud which made him swerve into some trees, and a branch unseated me," she responded with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

I was enjoying this. “So you fell off."

“Fuck you," she repeated.

I stood my ground. “Mum!" Ruth called, but Kate had disappeared.

“Let me in Sam, or I’ll never go to bed with you again."

I gestured to her filthy clothes, “Off."

“You’re joking," she said, starting to laugh.

“Your mum’s carpet. Off."

She looked behind her, shook her head and started to pull her polo neck over her head, “You bastard." Her top came off, followed by her trainers and jodhpurs. It left her standing there in bra, panties and socks. Bundling her muddy clothes into a ball, and dumping her riding boots on top, she pushed them into my chest. “You’re such a tosser sometimes," she said in mock anger as she pushed past.

Ruth headed straight for the shower, so I carried her stuff into the kitchen. “Just dump it all on the floor of the utility room, Sam, it’s through that door," Kate said, nodding towards a door as she filled a kettle.

“Sorry your ride wasn’t too good," I said as I re-entered.

“Oh no, it was great, Ruth was fine, she just cartwheeled through the mud for a while. It was quite funny really. It’s just part of riding, like falling over skiing. You were funny at the front door; she needs taking down a peg or two occasionally. Tea or coffee?."

“Ah, tea, please. I made some coffee while you were out, I hope that’s okay?."

“Of course sweetie, our home is your home."

She turned, looked at me, said “Ah," and walked into the utility room, emerging with a large red t-shirt. “I keep some big baggy ones for lounging around in." I must have looked puzzled so she pointed at my chest. I looked down and saw that it was covered in mud from Ruth’s clothes and boots.

She watched as I changed shirts commenting, “My turn to watch."

I must have looked sheepish so she punched me on the shoulder, “Just messing with you," she laughed. “I think we’ll delay breakfast and make it a brunch, is that okay with you? Can you stay for lunch?."

“Yes, if it’s not too much trouble. We’ve got relatives coming for tea, so I’ll need to be away by around four."

“Lovely, I know that Ruth will be pleased."

“She’s an amazing girl Kate, a real credit to you."

“Why thank you, Sam, that means a lot." She turned to continue making the tea, then turned back, handing me a mug. “Did you enjoy watching me this morning?."

“Of course, any man would, you’re an incredibly attractive and sexy woman, you both are. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be here with you both."

She brushed her hand across my cheek, “I think Ruth is very lucky to have you, and thank you for last night; you won’t believe how much I needed that."

I just stood there with a silly grin as Ruth walked in wearing a blue tank top, white shorts and sandals. My cock twitched when I realised she had no bra on.

Over the next hour, Kate had a shower while Ruth and I looked at records and chatted about music. At one point she fetched her guitar and played some tunes, Spanish style. Brunch was bacon, eggs, toast and coffee, sat around the large kitchen table.

“If you guys want a few hours alone, feel free to use my bedroom. I’ll just put some music on..., loudly," said Kate with a wink.

Ruth looked at both of us, then said, “Actually mum, I was thinking that there is time for, you know, maybe another lesson before Sam has to go unless we’ve worn him out?."

“I’m game if everyone else is," I chipped in, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

“I’ve got an idea mum, why don’t we put all the things you said last night on pieces of paper and we’ll pick one?." As Ruth said it, she left the kitchen and came back with paper, scissors and a pen. After cutting the paper into a dozen or so squares, she moved her chair next to her mother’s and they wrote on each slip, sometimes conferring, sometimes giggling, and sometimes looking at me. When they had finished there two piles.

Kate pushed one pile to the side. “These ones need a little planning or thought, so we’ll leave them out for now," she said. Ruth fetched a bowl and folded each piece of paper from the other pile, before adding them to the bowl. We all sat looking at the bowl until Kate pushed it towards me.

“The guest gets to choose."

Under the table, the anticipation was giving me a hard-on. I reached out and took one of the slips. Opening it slowly, I swallowed as I saw that it said ‘threesome’.

Holy crap! I didn't know what to say.

“So, what does it say?" asked Ruth.

I turned the paper around so she could read it. “Fun," was all she said, smiling.

“Well, there are three of us," said Kate. “Of course, three could also mean two guys and a girl, or three girls, or even three guys. Or, a foursome, which again could be any combination. The thing with more than a couple is that everyone must be at ease with the situation and go with the flow. It’s no place for shyness, embarrassment or holding back. Just relax and enjoy it."

After a few moments thought, I said, a little hesitantly, “But you’re mother and daughter."

“Well," Kate mused, “That would be a problem if we were father and daughter, but I don’t see this situation as a major issue. As I said last night, we are more best friends than mother and daughter. If Ruth is happy, then so am I."

“You mean..., you would both..., I mean..., like.. ah.....," I blustered, looking from one to the other.

Ruth looked across the table at me, her right elbow on the table with her chin resting on her hand. “Yes, Sam, mum and I are willing to have lesbian sex."

"........," my mouth moved but nothing came out.

Kate stood, “Come on Sam before we change our minds."

She and Ruth left the kitchen, heading to the bedroom. I sat there for a while, taking in what had just happened and what was about to happen. Eventually, I stood up; a smile forming which rapidly became a silly grin.

As I entered the bedroom, they were both stripping off the last of their clothes. Kate’s being folded neatly on a chair, whilst Ruth’s were tossed into a corner. I added my t-shirt and jeans to Ruth’s pile, then pulled down my boxers. My cock sprang out at attention and ready for action.

They each laughed as they noticed that I had shaved. Ruth beckoned me over. Standing at the foot of the bed, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me roughly. After a short while, she was pulled away, “Stop hogging him," said Kate as she locked onto me, instantly her tongue searching out mine. Ruth climbed into the centre of the bed, so Kate and I joined her. We all knelt in the centre and put our arms around each other. First I kissed Ruth, then her mother, then back to Ruth. There was then a pause as they both looked at each other. Ruth smiled, gave a little nod and brushed her lips across Kate’s. For a short while, nothing else happened. Then Kate’s mouth opened slightly and her tongue came out, it’s tip touching Ruth. In response, Ruth touched Kate’s tongue with hers. Their tips danced around each other, their lips not touching. I watched mesmerised, as Ruth’s hand went to the back of Kate’s neck, pulling her closer. Their lips now touched and they kissed passionately. I could imagine their tongues exploring each other. I sat back on my heels as I watched one of the hottest things I had ever seen, and I got the feeling that it was something they had both wanted to do for some time. As I watched transfixed, a small tear came from Kate’s eye.

Realising that this was supposed to be a threesome, I leaned forward and took one of Kate’s nipples into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue around it. My right hand reached out, searching for one of Ruth’s breasts, but was surprised to find her mother’s hand already there. I put my hand on top of hers and matched her movements as she caressed and squeezed her daughter’s perfect breast.

Kate gave a little moan as my left hand moved to her ass and I ran my fingertips up and down her crack. Gradually they broke their kiss and pulled me down between them so I was lying on my back with my cock sticking up like a flagpole, the head stretched, shiny and purple. Immediately, Kate bent down saying, “Oh, I’ve wanted to suck that head since I first saw it last night. I was so jealous watching you last night Ruth. With her daughter watching, Kate’s lips slowly spread to take in my straining bell end. As well as her gentle sucking action, I could feel her tongue working on me.

“Oh, fucking Christ!" I managed to groan before Ruth leaned over me and put a nipple in my mouth.

As I sucked and licked it, I pushed my left hand between her legs. God was she wet! It was literally dripping out of her. My middle two fingers slipped into her easily and she began to ride my hand. With my right hand, I reached out to Kate and pulled her legs towards me. She got the message and moved closer, still on her knees and locked onto my cock. I looked down as she took more of my cock into her mouth, her head starting to go up and down.

With my fingers running up and down Kates crack, she opened her legs allowing my fingertips to run from her lower back all the way down to her cunt. Releasing Ruth’s nipple, I looked across and watched my hand moving over Kate. Continuing to run my fingers up and down, I noticed that each time they passed over her anus she gave a little moan and shudder. On the next pass, I paused there, moving a single fingertip around and across it. Her ass began to move and gyrate as her moaning got louder, then she pushed back against my finger. Did she want me to push it in?

I looked at Ruth for a clue, but she was just staring wide-eyed at her mother’s ass while she continued to ride my hand. Slipping fingers out of her, I quickly found her clit. I didn't move my hand, forcing her to move her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit on my soaking fingers. She closed her eyes and began panting “Oh Sam..., oh Sam...," in time with her movements.

Kate solved the dilemma of her ass by reaching back with her right hand to grasp my hand and force my finger against her anus. I knew it wasn’t going to work, as both she and my finger were dry. Pulling my hand away, I reached between her legs and found her soaking cunt. I toyed inside her for a while then moved to her clit, getting my fingers really wet. Slowly, I traced my middle finger back up to her anus. As I tickled around it, her head moved faster on my cock and her moans became even louder.

Suddenly, without warning, I watched as she took my whole cock into her mouth, her nose touching my balls. At the same time, she pushed her ass back, forcing my finger to slide in up to the second knuckle. I couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. I had wanted to show my maturity by lasting a long time, but I hadn't planned on the sight and feeling of Ruth's mum deep throating me, while her ass rode my finger.

It was all too much for me. “Nnnnnnn...., I’m coming...," I called out, as I felt my cock swell. I tensed my muscles to hold off, then emitted a roar as I let go a tidal wave of cum down straight down Kate’s throat. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. My cock pulsed. God knows where it was all coming from, or going to, but Kate didn’t spill a drop as she released my cock and swallowed any spunk that hadn’t already slid down her throat.

“Oh God, I’m sorry ladies..., I just couldn’t hang on any longer...," I panted.

As Kate turned around licking her lips, she said with a grin, “That’s alright Sam, we can carry on without you."

She climbed over me to the centre of the bed as I rolled to the side. Without any hesitation, they began French kissing and their hands started to explore each other. Kate’s went between Ruth’s legs, whilst Ruth’s went to her mother’s firm breasts. Neither of them was hesitant. They were already highly aroused and didn’t hold back. Ruth rolled on her back while her mother kissed her way down to her breasts and started sucking her nipples. I could see her fingers going in and out of Ruth’s cunt as she used the heel of her hand on her clit. Ruth was squirming and moaning loudly, and became even louder when Kate licked her way down to Ruth’s mound. Ruth’s legs opened wider giving Kate unrestricted access, which she quickly took advantage of, clamping her lips onto Ruth’s clit and cunt. Ruth’s back arched as she called “Oh God mum..., nnnnn..., nnnn."

Kate responded by lifting her left leg over Ruth and lowering her cunt onto Ruth’s face. Immediately, Ruth’s tongue came out and dived deep into Kate’s vagina. For the next thirty minutes, the room was filled with the sound of sucking, licking and moaning, as mother and daughter enjoyed 69ing each other.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I climbed off the bed, walked around to Kate’s bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. I picked out two dildos and then got the lube from the top drawer. Turning back to the bed, I saw that the girls had swapped over. Ruth was now on top. I climbed onto the bed and lubed the black dildo. As I watched Ruth, her head came up for a breather. She saw me holding the dildo, and smiling, reached out for it.

She rubbed the head of the big dildo around her mother’s cunt lips, then paused and eased the first few inches inside her. “Oh..., what..., oh Jesus..., oh mmmmm...," Kate called out as Ruth pushed it deeper whilst licking and sucking her mother’s engorged clit.

I moved down to the other end where Kate was flicking the tip of her tongue across Ruth’s clit. Ruth’s ass was going up and down forcing her clit to rub on her mother. On one of the down strokes, Kate gripped Ruth’s ass, pulling her down further. At the same time, Kate up licked across Ruth’s cunt towards her anus. I watched transfixed as Ruth gave a loud moan and pushed down further.

The tip of Kate’s tongue began to explore around Ruth’s asshole. “Ohhhh..., mummmm, oh fuckkk...," cried Ruth as she shook and twisted, forcing Kate’s tongue to press harder.

I tossed the other dildo to one side and moved closer to Kate, holding my fat, hard cock in my hand. Kate saw me and opened her mouth in welcome. Without a second thought, I pushed my head between her lips. Straight away she started to suck on it.

After a minute or so, I pulled out, lifted my leg over Kate’s head and positioned myself behind Ruth. I rubbed my bell end along her lips, then slipped into her gorgeous, tight and soaking cunt. “Oh fuck yesss...," she cried as I drove my full length into her.

We were all totally lost in an orgy of fucking, licking and sucking. Ruth was sucking on her mum’s clit while driving the dildo in and out. I was hammering Ruth from behind, fucking her deep and fast, and Kate was switching between sucking Ruth’s clit and licking my balls which were swinging above her face.

Inevitably, we wouldn’t last long like this. The first to come was Kate. She crossed her legs behind Ruth’s neck, began to shake and called “Ohhhhh..... nnnnnnyessssss...," as a massive orgasm swept over her.

Ruth could now concentrate on her own fucking. Reaching forward, I grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back. She pushed back against me, matching my movements and gripping the sheets with her fists. “I’m cumming Sam..., oh God fuck me..., come in me Sam..., come in........nnnnnnnn yessssss, yessss." She pushed herself up on her arms and arched her back as orgasmic spasms took control of her whole body. There was nothing she could do but surrender to it. Her legs and arms shook, as she cried out. I could feel her cunt pulsing around my cock as I held myself as deep as I could within her. I let out a loud groan as my cock pumped any sperm supplies I had left into her womb. I’ve no idea if I actually had any sperm left to ejaculate, but it felt fantastic.

As we all collapsed in a sweaty, panting pile, a wonderful musky aroma of cunt juice and spunk filled the air.

Slowly, our breathing returned to normal. As we disengaged ourselves and flopped on the bed, Kate said huskily, ”That..., is up there with the hottest sex I’ve ever had."

I could only nod silently. Ruth just moaned.

Eventually, I slipped off the bed and headed to the kitchen as I had built up quite a thirst. After downing two glasses of water at the sink, I turned to return to the bedroom but noticed the bowl on the table containing the slips of paper. Out of curiosity, I paused to see what other things they had written down. The first one I picked out said "threesome." It must have been the slip I picked out earlier, but then I saw the discarded slip on the table. I picked out another. It said "threesome." So did the next, and the next, and the next.

Over the next two weeks, Ruth and I didn’t see much of each other; I was working in my normal day job at a tea warehouse and Ruth had been working nights in her job as a production assistant at the BBC Bristol Natural History Unit – something to do with filming Badgers. Over the middle weekend, I had been dragged to a cousin’s wedding near Grimsby.

Grimsby! No offence to the residents of Grimsby, ... but Grimsby! This was in the late 70s. The whole town and most of its residents smelt of fish. The wedding was at 11am on the Saturday and by 3pm the bride and groom had buggered off to the airport, heading for a honeymoon in Spain. At least someone would be getting a shag that evening. I had to endure a Saturday night in an aunt’s house listening to 20 or so old fogeys discussing their hip operations.

Eventually, at around 10 pm, myself and another cousin managed to escape to a pub. Unfortunately, it was a crap hole. Full of even more old fogeys holding similar conversations; and just to cheer us up, the pub closed at 10.30. Then, to round off a perfect evening, when we came to walk back, it was pissing down.

So, when I pulled onto Kate and Ruth’s driveway on the following Friday evening, it was with excited anticipation and a full load of sperm. On Wednesday, whilst I was at work, Ruth had rung my mother to ask if they could borrow me for the weekend to help with some decorating. She had obviously won over my mother who commented to me that “she seems a lovely young lady."

To maintain the pretence, on Friday morning I had made a show of packing some old clothes into a backpack before setting off to work on my moped. My work at the tea warehouse was a little boring but had its advantages: it was well paid with an added bonus of being allowed to buy damaged stock for 10% of its normal price. One half of the huge warehouse was ‘inbound’ – thousands upon thousands of tea chests from around the world, mostly China, India, Sri Lanka and Kenya. The chests were plywood with a foil lining, which arrived by ship at nearby Avonmouth Docks. My job was to allocate a serial number to each chest and extract a four-ounce sample which was put into a labelled paper bag and sent to the tasters in the adjacent factory. I then allocated the chest to a shelf and bay in the seemingly miles of racking. Then each evening, the tasters and blenders would create blending cards which would be waiting for me when I arrived at work at 6am (no computers in those days). I would then produce work cards for the forklift drivers who came in at 7am which they used to create batch pallets. Each pallet or group pallets of assorted chests would then be moved to the factory for blending into a final product.

The other half of the warehouse was ‘outbound’ – packaged teas from the factory ready for shipment to retailers around the world. Around 75% of this was general supermarket brands (or ‘floor sweepings’ as we referred to them). The next 20% was high-end products, with the remaining 5% being single estate, whole leaf teas; the equivalent to a 30-year-old single malt whisky. This was the stuff I bought. I could keep friends and family supplied with luxury teas for the price of floor sweepings. Damaged packages we placed in a caged area under the control of the warehouse manager. Once a week, on a Friday, he opened the cage so the warehouse staff could buy the damaged stock, usually spilt or squashed boxes. I got on well with the manager - I was never late or sick, so he kept any single estate stuff to one side for me. Of course, come Thursday, if the cage was looking a little empty, a few pounds in the hand of a forklift driver would see a pallet ‘accidentally’ knocked over.

So it was, that as I climbed off my moped, my backpack was half full of clothes and wash bag, with the other half full of tea. Ruth must have heard me arrive. The front door flew open and she ran out and leapt at me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Before I had a chance to say “Hi," her tongue was in my mouth and her arms around my neck. She paused to say “God, I’ve missed you," before resuming her passionate assault. Again she paused, “I’ll be very disappointed if your cock isn’t inside me in the next ten minut..., fuck you stink of tea!"

She dropped back onto her feet, wrinkling her nose, “Come on, mum’s in the kitchen." As we walked down the hallway, I noted with disappointment the steps, dust sheets and tins of paint.

In the kitchen, Kate turned and went to hug me, “Well hi sweetie."

“Keep clear mum, he stinks of old tea bags."

“The last Friday of each month is cleaning afternoon," I explained. “We have to vacuum 1/3rd of the warehouse. Tea is quite dusty, so we have to reduce the chance of a dust explosion. I usually do the tops of the racks as I don’t mind heights. It’s a smelly, dirty task."

“Well, it’s lovely to see you, we’ve both missed you. Dinner will be about 45 minutes, so you’ve time for a shower. You know where it is. The main bathroom is still not finished, they sent the wrong tiles."

I opened my bag and pulled out six boxes of tea. “I hope you have a teapot and strainer, they don’t put the decent stuff in tea bags."

“Ooh wonderful Sam, I haven’t drunk this sort of tea for a long time. I’ll get Ruth to bring you in a cup."

A couple of minutes later, I was stood in Kate’s large shower, luxuriating in the hot spray. Suddenly, the steamed glass door opened and in stepped Ruth, naked and beautiful.

“Have you brought my tea?" I asked.

“No, I told mum it would only go cold."

“What must she be thinking?."

“I know exactly what she’s thinking. The same as me," grinned Ruth as she reached for my cock. “Is this clean?" she asked.

“No, not yet."

Ruth took the bar of soap, moved behind me and began to wash me from the shoulders. Leaning forward against the tiles, I felt her soapy hands work their way down my back and across my buttocks. She used her hands to push my legs apart, then rubbed her slippery fingers across my asshole. “Woaaaa," I jumped.

“Turn around," was Ruth’s only response.

Ruth sat back on her heels and gazed at my ramrod cock, “Well hello Percy, have you missed little Ruth?."

“You wouldn’t believe how much. Every time I thought of you, I had to fight to resist having a wank."

She began to soap my cock and balls.

“Careful," I said, “It’s been two weeks. I can’t be responsible for my actions."

Ruth stood and started on my chest and arms. “That’s okay, you can see to my needs later. For now, I just want to feel your beautiful, big fat cock spurt inside me. Stand in the spray and wash the soap off."

Once the soap was off, I felt Ruth’s small hand wrap around my cock. I watched as she slowly sank to her knees. “No!" I cried, “I won’t last five seconds if you do that."

“My, you are on a hair trigger aren’t you?."

“I’ve been thinking about nothing else all day - it’s a man thing."

“It’s a woman thing too," she replied as she moved my hand between her legs. Inserting a finger, I discovered how wet and slippery she was.

“I’ve been using my dildo all week, and had to change my knickers twice this afternoon, they had got so wet thinking about you. Now stop talking and fuck me. Don’t wait for me."

I didn’t need any further prompting. Reaching around her, I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Her legs locked behind me and my straining cock was now at the exact, correct angle. I anticipated some fumbling, but as I lowered Ruth, I eased straight into her super-slippery cunt. She seemed even tighter than before; and then she squeezed her muscles. Oh, fuck..., it was good. I thought my legs were going to give way. Any thoughts I might have had of loving gentle sex went straight out the window. I drove my cock in and out of her like a man possessed. Aware that I was grunting like a wild a****l, and could probably be heard in the next street, I tried to calm down, but Ruth tipped me over. “Oh fuck..., oh fuuuuuck..., yeeeeeeeeeenaaaah," she screamed as she bit my shoulder and her cunt spasmed around my cock.

Holding my breath, I felt my cock swell. Then the floodgates opened. I swear she rose an inch or two as jets of come sprayed into her inner depths. “Ahhhhhhhh..., Nnnyesss...," I heard myself cry out.

Gradually we sank to the floor of the shower. “Oh wow, Ruth, that was incredible."

As I held her, I realised she was crying. “Oh God, Ruth, don’t tell me I hurt you?."

“No," she sobbed. “I love you, Sam, don’t ever leave me."

Holding her tight, I answered, “I love you too Ruth, and I’ll never leave you, I promise."

We stayed there for a few minutes, then stood and slowly washed each other. Soaping me again, Ruth said, “That was the fastest I’ve ever come. It came as a bit of a surprise, what was it – about a minute? It must have been all the anticipation."

Fifteen minutes later, after dressing, we walked into the kitchen hand in hand. “Ah, you two ready for a cup of tea yet?" asked Kate.

“Yes thanks, mum," replied Ruth, a little sheepishly.

Kate smiled and handed the tea to us as we sat at the kitchen table. “I dropped a saucepan earlier. Did you hear it in there?."

“No mum."

Grinning, Kate said, “That’s funny, I could hear you two in here!."

We all looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

Sitting down, Kate said, “Well I hope he’s still got some energy left."

With false enthusiasm, I said, “I’m raring to go Kate. Which room are we doing?."

“The spare bedroom, but that’s not quite what I meant," said Kate, grinning at Ruth.

“Oh, er..., right..., yes..., that too..., of course."

Ruth looked at the ceiling and shook her head.

“I really would like some help with the decorating Sam," said Kate, “It’s the high stuff we have trouble with, you know, painting the ceiling etc and there’s a new light fitting and new curtains poles as well."

“No problem," I answered, “But I don’t have any tools with me."

“All of Mike’s tools are in the garage. In fact, if you get the chance, you could sort them for me. I’ve no idea what half of them are for."

“Okay, and I’ll make up a sort of toolkit for you. Then when you need a screwdriver or hammer, you won’t have to search everywhere for it."

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