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  “Lie back,” Tom instructed and Ryan did as he was told, his prick standing up hard and proud from between his legs.

  Tom’s eyes met Emma’s and she licked her lips, gazing at the young Australian in naked lust. Tom knew how much she had been looking forward to having Ryan’s thick cock in her bottom and she was seconds away from making the dream a reality.

  “Climb on top, darling, facing me,” he said and watched as Emma moved over to the bed, straddled Ryan with her legs, and reached for the lube. The audible squishing noise as Emma lubed her own asshole was very erotic, especially as she held Tom’s gaze while she was doing it, heightening his arousal by making him envious of the young Australian and what he was about to do.

  When she was satisfied her asshole could take Ryan with ease, Emma took hold of the young man’s cock and positioned it on the greasy pucker of her anus. Slowly and deliberately, she lowered herself, forcing the head of the Australian’s prick into her rectum. Taking a deep breath, Emma waited while her anus relaxed round the thick intruder and then she moved her buttocks a little lower, then lower still, her rectum swallowing Ryan’s cock until her bottom was resting on Ryan’s belly, her asshole stretched to capacity round the base of his prick.

  “Oh god, that feels good,” Emma groaned.

  “Does it ever,” Ryan said, his voice hoarse with lust.

  Straightening her legs slightly, Emma raised herself up so that Ryan’s cock reappeared, then she sank back down, effectively buggering herself with the Australian’s thick prick.

  “I bet you wish you were doing this, Tom,” she said with a wicked grin and then her grin faded when Tom reached for the lube and began to grease his cock.

  “I did promise we’d make it up to you,” he said and smiled.

  “Oh no-” Emma started to say and then Ryan reached up and slid his arms round her body to cup her breasts in his hands, effectively ensuring she couldn’t move. Tom climbed onto the bed and took her legs in his hands, straightening them, then he hooked her knees over his arms, taking care not to dislodge Ryan’s penis from where it was buried in her rectum.

  Tom knew Emma was excited, highly aroused, and a little nervous. She ought to have been totally distracted by having Ryan’s cock thrust up her bottom but he could feel she was trembling slightly and knew she was wondering if she’d be able to manage what was about to happen.

  Taking his cock in his hand, Tom watched while Ryan arched his hips up, the movement making about half of his prick, slick with lube, slide from Emma’s asshole. Then Tom took curled his fingers round the top half of his prick and moved his hips forward, pressing the glans against the muscle of Emma’s sphincter.

  “Ohh Tom,” she said in a nervous voice, “I don’t think-not two of you-”

  Tom pressed harder, squeezing his cock against Ryan’s, pushing inwards at the same moment Ryan did, using the sucking pressure of the Australian’s prick re-entering Emma’s asshole to carry his prick in as well. It felt as if his cock was being squeezed in a vise but the head forced Emma’s sphincter to stretch even further and suddenly the glans popped in.

  “Ohh-OHHH!” Emma groaned, breathing hard, and Tom knew she was trying desperately to relax, wanting the incredible sensation of being fucked anally by two cocks but unable to take them easily, however practiced she was at being buggered.

  Carefully Tom pressed inwards, his cock still only half swallowed when Ryan’s was fully buried. When Ryan withdrew, Tom pushed hard to keep his shaft in place, making Emma squeal in pain and pleasure. A firm push by Tom, a determined thrust of Ryan’s hips upwards, and Emma had not one but two penises buried in her back passage, her anus stretched open at least four or five inches, further than it had ever been stretched before.

  Unable to do more than fuck Emma slowly, every thrust in and out difficult to achieve because of the incredible tightness, Tom still felt overwhelmed by pleasure, the heat of Emma’s rectum and the hardness of Ryan’s prick against his own incredibly erotic. His lips met Emma’s and they kissed, her breathing shallow and rapid, her breasts rising and falling against his chest. Tom glanced at Ryan who had his eyes closed and he guessed the Australian was close to orgasm: he wasn’t far away himself.

  “Now! Together!” Tom hissed at Ryan and both of them pushed their cocks deep into Emma’s bowels. She howled with release, her body shuddering as she climaxed, the movement increasing the exquisite friction on both men’s pricks. Ryan cried out and Tom felt the penis pressed against his throb and swell and then gush semen while his own balls suddenly contracted and a great surge of hot liquid rushed along his own shaft to jet into Emma’s bowels, leaving him panting in ecstasy.

  The moment his and Ryan’s pricks softened the muscles in Emma’s rectum forced them out and Tom lowered Emma’s legs to the bed, collapsing in a heap next to Ryan. Groaning softly, Emma climbed off Ryan’s body and lay down between them.

  “That was amazing,” she said quietly. “I have never been so well fucked back there. It’ll take my bum a week to close properly.”

  “Poor darling,” said Tom in mock concern. “But you did say how much you were looking forward to being buggered by Ryan...”

  “We aim to please,” Ryan said, lifting himself onto one elbow.

  “Oh no-you two are up to something,” Emma said, covering her breasts with one arm and cupping her pussy with the other.

  “Just a little après anal pleasure for us all,” Tom said with a grin.

  And not long after, with Emma in the 69 position sucking Ryan’s cock while the young Australian buried his head between her buttocks, his tongue lapping out the two huge loads of sperm deposited in her bowels, Tom pulled his spurting cock from the tight grip of Ryan’s asshole and poured his come into Emma’s mouth, making her shudder in climax once more.

  Tom had more than kept his promise...

  A New Life

  All was well in Jack Sommersby’s world. In fact, it was more than well, it was close to orgasmic as he lay back on a sun-lounger by the side of his swimming pool, the late afternoon sun of the French Riviera warm on his naked body. Lying between his muscular thighs was a beautiful young Moroccan man named Zidi, his fist sliding slowly up and down the engorged thickness of Jack’s cock which jutted up like an iron bar from the mass of black curls at his groin. Zidi’s fingers were smeared with baby oil and he masturbated Jack with a practiced skill, knowing exactly when to slather the mix of oil and semen seeping from the tip of Jack’s prick along the swollen shaft, and when to close his fingers tightly round the taut glans, cutting off Jack’s climax and prolonging his pleasure at the same time.

  In the pool Nicole, who had arrived from England the day before, was swimming naked with Zidi’s older friend, Rafiq, a handsome Moroccan in his early twenties who had knocked on the door the day Jack took possession of the house and offered to tend the olive trees in the adjoining grove. Knowing nothing of cultivation but keen to see the crop flourish as a source of income, Jack had accepted the offer eagerly and Rafiq had been helping him, as a paid gardener, handyman and interpreter, ever since, always calling him ‘Mr. Jack’ as a courtesy.

  Jack was amused to see Rafiq was instantly attracted to Nicole and she in turn had quickly succumbed to Rafiq’s charm as Jack found out when he went to relieve himself after the journey from the airport. As he did so, he saw through the open window that Rafiq already had Nicole pinned against the car door, her denim jacket unbuttoned so that he could suckle her nipples, a hand thrust into the open zip of her jeans. From the ecstatic expression on Nicole’s face it was obvious Rafiq was masturbating her and Jack wasn’t surprised when, after lunch, as he settled down for an afternoon siesta on the couch in his studio, he heard the loud cries and moans of Nicole in the throes of sexual pleasure coming from the open window of her bedroom. Jack had no objection to Rafiq fucking Nicole: he owed the Moroccan a great debt when it came to pleasurable experiences.

  Now, as Rafiq and Nicole played in the pool and Zidi sucked him off, Jack watched as time and again she slipped away from Rafiq’s grasp, her huge breasts buoyed up by the water, her long blonde hair snaking out behind her as she dived. The plump lips of her pussy opened as she scissored her legs in graceful strokes, swimming underwater between Rafiq’s legs, her playful fingers stroking his prick, her mouth repeatedly closing over the tip and then darting away. Jack could see a sly smile on the Moroccan man’s lips and knew it was only a matter of moments before he lifted Nicole out of the pool and subjected her to a ferocious fucking that would end, as it had the previous afternoon, with Rafiq’s massive prick buried to the hilt between the silky cheeks of her bottom, filling her bowels to overflowing with the contents of his inexhaustible balls.

  The thought made Jack’s cock throb and he let out a soft groan, a signal to Zidi to close his lips round the tip of Jack’s quivering penis. The heavy spurts of his semen filled the young man’s mouth and Jack watched with delight as he swallowed greedily, this time using his fingers to pump the pulsing shaft, milking Jack’s overfull balls until they were drained.

  Relaxing in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jack couldn’t help thinking back to a time not too long ago when he simply would not have believed such pleasure was possible, let alone his to enjoy whenever he wanted.

  * * * *

  “I’m sorry Jack but downsizing is a fact of business life,” said the newspaper’s Director of Personnel, tapping a pencil against his blotting pad, a gesture that irritated Jack intensely. “You know our decision isn’t personal.”

  “It’s personal when it’s me that’s being downsized,” Jack said, struggling to keep the bitterness from his voice. “Can I ask why it’s me you’ve decided to let me go?”

  “The commonest criteria, Jack. You’ve been with the company the shortest time-”

  Jack cut in, “Is it all right if I point out I’m the oldest in my department so least likely to find a new job, my wife died three months ago?”

  “Which is why we’re giving you a substantial severance package to give you time to find a new job,” the director said, handing Jack a sealed white envelope. “The details are in here.”

  Actually being handed the envelope made further argument futile and Jack felt his spirits plummet as a sense of hopelessness settled over him. As a newspaper photographer who moonlighted at the weekends taking wedding pictures, what else was he going to do? Become a matchmaker to ensure more weddings? Would he and Nicole be able to manage financially? For how long?

  But all Jack felt able to say was, “When does this take effect?”

  “We’d prefer you didn’t go back to your office,” the director said, having the grace to look embarrassed by the callousness of his action. “It adversely affects the morale of continuing employees and of course-”

  “You wouldn’t want me helping myself to company supplies or leaving something nasty on my computer’s hard drive. Okay, fine.”

  Jack decided not to wait for the insincere denial the personnel director would make that he would never suspect a senior employee of doing something like that, and he stood up and left the office with as much dignity as he could muster.

  Driving home, Jack couldn’t remember the last time he was free in the middle of the afternoon and he wondered what to do to fill in the time until Nicole got home so he could break the bad news to her. Maybe she wouldn’t react too badly.

  He considered making himself a drink and decided he had to keep a clear head so he could be positive with Nicole about their future prospects. He’d opened the envelope and found a check for three months salary, the legal minimum. After that, they were on their own.

  “Fuck!” shouted Jack, tears of frustration and anger springing to his eyes. “Bloody, bloody fuck!” he shouted even louder and then decided he would run a bath: a long, hot soak might do something to relieve the fury he felt at the injustice of having his career put in jeopardy when he was only in his mid-forties.

  The bath felt good and Jack closed his eyes and relaxed, thinking about the various options open to him. Slowly the worry left him and his natural optimism surfaced. He and Angela had been through some pretty bad times, as all couples did, and they’d managed to keep going, at least until Angela became ill and even then her passing was mercifully quick. Easier in his mind, Jack sat up, rinsed himself off and reached for his razor. A heavy mat of black hair covered much of his muscular body but he loved to keep his balls and scrotum shaved smooth, increasing the sensitivity of his genitals when he made love or masturbated. He was just finishing when he heard the front door close and Nicole’s voice called out, “Jack?”

  “In the bathroom,” he shouted back.

  She appeared and smiled with pleasure to see him, bending over the edge of the bath to kiss his cheek.

  “You’re not usually home at this time,” she said, pulling up the hem of her skirt so that she could sit on the toilet and pee, spreading her legs wide so he could watch.

  Jack noted with delight Nicole was not wearing panties and that the short, pleated skirt barely covered the cheeks of her bottom. Her big heavy breasts strained against her white cotton blouse and threatened to overflow the lacy bra she had to wear for modesty’s sake that was clearly visible through the thin material.

  “There’s something I need to tell you,” Jack said as he stood up in the bath and reached for the towel Nicole held out for him. “A problem with my job.”

  While he toweled himself dry, Jack briefly explained what had happened. As he did so, he made an effort to reassure Nicole whose reaction was typical: a refusal to worry and a blind faith that he would sort everything out. As she left the bathroom Jack called out, “Are you going out tonight?”

  “I was. Is that all right?”

  “Of course, darling,” Jack said.

  In his bedroom, he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and made his way to the kitchen to make a coffee and scan the want ads in the paper. Nicole appeared ten minutes later wearing jeans that were so tight they looked like they’d been sprayed on and a halter neck t-shirt that left much of the creamy flesh of her breasts bare. She was wearing light makeup that emphasized her high cheekbones and wide, full lips.

  Jack smiled and said, “You look gorgeous. Back by 11:30, okay?”

  “But it’s Friday night,” Nicole protested. “All my friends can stay out ‘til twelve.”

  “All right, midnight. But no later.”

  “Yes, Jack,” she said and blew him a kiss as she closed the front door behind her.

  Jack spent a quiet evening writing emails to friends and contacts telling them what had happened and hinting that any help they could offer would be greatly appreciated. He fixed himself dinner, read for a while and then went up to bed, stripping off to sleep in the nude as he always did.

  He intended to stay awake and listen for Nicole coming in but knew he must have dozed off when he suddenly felt the softest of kisses against first one eyelid and then the other and a scent of perfume and warm skin filled his nose. He kept his eyes closed but leaned his head back a little and opened his mouth, closing his lips on the taut tip of a nipple. He sucked at the rubbery flesh and licked it with his tongue and heard a soft sigh of delight from somewhere above him, then the nipple was plucked free and another one took its place.

  As he nursed on the expanse of smooth breastflesh enveloping his face, Jack reached up and closed his hands on the cheeks of a plump, curvy ass. Quickly he slid the fingers of one hand along the divide until he reached the anal opening, its crinkled surface was slippery with oily lube. At the same time he slid his other hand in between open thighs, making the figure in the darkness shudder with delight when his fingers located her clit and rubbed gently over the tiny, erect organ. Then, in front, he slid three fingers into her cunt, and, in back, slid two into her asshole. The figure above him bucked and pushed her breast even harder into his mouth, wanting to suffocate him with her femininity at the same moment as she was most vulnerable to his strong, male fingers fucking their way into her body.

  Jack concentrated on breathing through his nose and worked his fingers back and forth in the slick wet depths of pussy and anus, determined to bring the figure to quivering orgasm before she could smother him into submission. His efforts paid off when he added his little finger to the others buried in her dripping cunt and started masturbating her hard, at the same time as he finger-fucked her asshole and opened his mouth to close his teeth round the nearest nipple, biting it gently. The figure let out a soft scream of ecstasy and shivered and shook in climax, her body bucking against Jack’s until she sagged down, lying between his open legs, her head resting on his chest.

  “It better not be later than twelve o’clock, young lady,” Jack said to Nicole.

  “Sorry, Jack,” Nicole said, lifting her face toward his. “The clock in the kitchen said 12:32, so I figured I’d better do something to please you.”

  Jack’s lips met her’s in a hungry kiss and then he carefully withdrew the fingers that were pushed past the tight opening of her anal sphincter and brought them to her lips. Obediently, Nicole breathed in their scent and then opened her lips, taking them into her mouth to taste herself as Jack squirmed into position and thrust his hard cock into the wet hole of her pussy with a loud slurping noise. Already highly aroused, Jack groaned and humped upwards, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he spurted a huge load of come deep into Nicole’s welcoming cunt.

  Waking around eight the next morning, Jack spent a leisurely half hour buggering Nicole before breakfast and then left her sleeping in his bed when he went out for a jog. She was still there when he returned, lying on her stomach, the sheet thrown back from her shapely, sleep-warm body. Jack stripped his clothes off quickly and settled himself between her legs so his head was level with the cheeks of her ass. Then he slid his hands under her thighs and turned them outwards, exposing the peach of her pussy and the tiny pucker of her rosehole. Nicole let out a little moan of delight as he started licking back and forth from the bud of her clit to the relaxed anal muscle, his tongue probing deeply into her rectum in search of the mass of creamy sperm he’d not long deposited in her bowels. She squeezed to make the salty liquid fill his mouth and Jack swallowed greedily, relishing the strong flavor and becoming so aroused that he had to repeat the exercise, first sodomizing and then felching her until he felt sated and fell asleep, his head resting on the soft pillow of Nicole’s buttocks.