The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... very much I liked to watch her having sex and was scheming to let me have some pleasure form the situation.

"Who's first?"

They both looked at each other.

"You can take me both together if you prefer."

The grins on their faces told the story. Florence began to remove her robe, as she walked toward a grassed area.

Beecham stripped off his clothes quickly discarding them wherever they fell and strode towards Florence. He cast an ugly apparition, stocky well-muscled and extremely hairy, looking more animal than human. His penis already erect, about six inches long but quite stout. Carstairs on the other hand had removed his clothes carefully folding and placing them in a neat bundle. He was a contrast to Beecham. Taller, slim and quite hairless. His penis was longer than Beecham's, at about seven or eight inches long but like his physique, slim.

Florence lay on the grassy area on her back and opened her legs, presenting unashamedly her female sex to them. "I think Carstairs should have me first to prepare me for your stout prick Beecham."

Beecham didn't look entirely happy with that but instead dived headlong between her legs and started kissing her vagina. It didn't take long to start her vocal fervour to emanate from her in a husky voice. She reached up and took Carstairs penis in her hand and pulled him down towards her. He knelt with his knees beside and above her head and she opened her mouth to receive him.

It seemed to me she was becoming more and ...

... more lascivious and the more extreme the situation, the more she was enjoying it. I had also come to the realisation I was not only passively excited by her sexual liaisons but actively hoping she would do thing more and more base and lewd.

Florence was making animal like noises with her mouth full of Carstairs' cock, responding to Beecham's ministration with his mouth on her vagina. Carstairs began thrusting his cock in and out of Florence's mouth. He had moved gradually around until his knees were either side of her head and she could tilt her head back to receive him deeper into her mouth and throat. Carstairs cupped her breasts with both hand and squeezed the nipples between forefingers and thumbs, massaging them quite brutally, until not satisfied with this, he grasped her very erect nipples and tugged on them stretching them cruelly. Far from hurting her it seemed to only stimulate her more.

"Out of there Beecham! I need Carstairs to fuck me now."

Her fishwife gutter language excited me more than I ever imagined.

Beecham took up Carstairs position and placing his hands under her neck tilted her head back and shoved his cock violently into her gaping mouth.

Carstairs had parted her legs and lay with his cock at the entrance to her vagina, pushing with some obvious pressure and trying to work the head of his cock inside her. She took hold of his cock with one hand and worked at her vaginal lips with the other until it sank inside her, the head buried from ...