Author's Note: Many thanks to Bella_Mariposa for again working wonders with her editing (this must be better than part one now?). This story addresses bisexuality, and includes group, lesbian and gay sex, as well as male↔female anal sex, and a little splash of water sports. So, if you don't like reading about that stuff, then at least you have been warned.
This chapter directly follows on from '
Kissing The Pink Ch. 01
,' which saw a man musing on an encounter, twenty years previously, between his 19 year-old student self, and a much older, and very kinky, married couple. This is the final part of the tale.
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Chapter 2
The morning after my first, and very memorable, sexual encounter with Carol Minifle, saw me back at work in the spacious gardens of her opulent English country home. Neither art teacher Carol, nor her wealthy businessman husband George, was around as I toiled there, with very occasional, inadequate help from Rick, my work-shy boss.
After mumbling his usual excuses, Rick disappeared at midday, leaving me with the hard manual work to finish... yet again. He was a total asshole. I only put up with his shit because I needed to save some money for a vacation with some friends, and alternative employment was in very short supply that summer.
Carol returned shortly afterwards from a summer art school where she taught, cheering me greatly. She was wearing a yellow cotton summer dress, which suited her extravagant curves. She approached me with a smile, and then greeted me with a kiss.
"Yesterday was so much fun Greg. And guess what? Today is going to be far better."
"That sounds good to me."
A lustful smile formed on Carol's face. "George is bringing home an employee from one of his shops soon. She is very cute Greg, I have a feeling you are going to like her a lot. I know I do. We can have some fun together."
"Sure, that will be great," I replied nervously, wondering what an earth this would entail, given certain salacious revelations from the day before.
I gave up working, at Carol's request, and we chatted at a patio table, as we drank cold, refreshing, freshly squeezed orange juice.
Carol looked at me speculatively. "Last night, I was looking at some of the photographs I took of you. They came out really well." She touched her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before continuing. "I'd like to take more soon, and I'll pay you as we agreed. Will that be ok?"
"Sure, that sounds good Carol."
"George thought they looked good too; he especially loved your long, thick cock."
I must have blushed in embarrassment at this revelation, despite being nineteen and almost perpetually horny.
"Oh Greg, don't look shocked," she said laughingly. "Anyone would think you were a nervous spinster, rather than a handsome, virile young man. Be open- minded. I am, and it's the best way to be. Trust me on that Greg. Being open to new experiences is so much fun."
Maybe I was about to find out if she was correct in her assertions. Just then, we saw George's Jaguar car drive up. George stepped out of his car, then went round to assist a young woman from the vehicle. She was wearing a black skirt, and a blouse, which bore a motif from his chain of chemist shops on it. The blouse had several buttons undone.
She was short, only just over five feet tall, and of petite physique, with a slim waist and hips, and small breasts. Her 'big hair,' was dirty blond in colour, and framed blue eyes, and there was a smile on her oval face. That face... it conveyed such a sexual, actually very slutty, countenance.
Just then, I realised I recognised her. Her name was Lucy Penhaligon. She had been in the same year as me at the local school, making us about the same age, nineteen. I didn't know her well, as she had not been in many of my classes, but I always tended to notice and remember pretty girls.
Lucy looked up at me and approached, as Carol chatted with George, who was wearing shoes, jeans, and an open blazer over a pristine white shirt. "Hi Greg, I haven't seen you in about a year. You're looking good; you've really piled some muscle on since we left school."
"Thanks Lucy. You look great. How is life treating you?"
"Pretty good, and I'll tell you something, we're going to have fun here today. These two are great in the sack."
My face reddened a tad, and I was spared the task of thinking of a reply when Carol ushered us into the house. George poured us each a glass of red wine. It was probably expensive -- everything else in that house seemed to be -- but was wasted on me. I preferred beer or whisky, and still do as it happens. My palate is either undiscerning, or I am not pretentious enough to pretend it is.
"Cheers," he said, as we four clinked our glasses together. Then he raised his, "To good friends and good times."
"I'll second that," Carol interjected.
Lucy was all smiles, and was clearly excited. She squeezed my hand and planted a small kiss on my cheek. Carol saw this, and perhaps just the merest touch of envy showed on her fine face. Lucy sensed this, and sidled up to Carol. I was actually genuinely shocked when she then kissed the older woman full on the lips. Lucy looked so small and girlish compared with Carol's Amazonian body. What remained of my youthful naivety was being challenged.
George poured more wine. He was full of the type of - cliché English gentleman of a certain age -- bonhomie, in his manner and language, which only expensive fee paying schools engenders. Backs were slapped, and words such as "marvellous," "superb," "sumptuous" and "grand" were unfurled. The two women were "charming beauties" and even magnificent fillies." I was a "fine fellow" and a "top chap," apparently.
I chatted with George, while Carol and Lucy remained physically 'friendly,' cuddling and kissing with joyful abandon.
"How do you feel about your university studies -- English and History isn't it?" he asked me.
