My apologies for the delay in getting this final part to you all. Ive been flat out like a goanna drinking.
That night I slept like a King. The incredible shagging that had occurred the night before had completely worn me out and as I lay in bed snuggled up to my Queen Sharon I listened to three fantastic sounds. One was the tapping of rain on the tin roof, which of course, meant a lazy day for me. The rain must have swept in overnight and the smell of wet grass permeated the air. Lying in bed with a gorgeous woman asleep next to you and the second sound of the gentle rumble of thunder out on the Plains is a truly relaxing experience. I knew that I wouldnât need to spend the day out on the farm watering stock and crops and I could spend the day pursuing other activities. The other sound was that old familiar fucking noise coming from the adjacent bedroom.
I had a morning horn and I needed to take a slash desperately. I gently slid out of bed, rearranged the doona and entered the ensuite bathroom. I aimed my piddle at the side of the bowl to reduce the noise and flushed the loo. I have always been an early riser and once I am awake I canât go back to sleep. I got my shaving brush and lathered up for my morning ritual. Have any of you blokes ever noticed how you always start shaving at the same place on your face? Try doing it differently one day. Most disconcerting.
I was going to slip back into bed for a cuddle but the noise from the bedroom drew my attention. Helena was panting away and I could hear the bed rhythmically creaking away. Even though on the night before I had had my cock up her arse I crept slowly over to the door and snuck the door open. Why I was been so coy I donât know. I peaked around the corner to see Helena bouncing away on Paulâs cock. The view was slightly concealed by the mosquito net that hung from above. Her back was facing me and a blanket obscured Paulâs vision. Helena had her hands on Paulâs chest and Paul was kneading her tits. Helena constantly changed the tempo of her thrusts and would occasionally lift her arse into the air when Paul would then pump furiously into her.
The old Cast Iron bed was creaking away and the mozzie net hanging from above was swinging and billowing when Helena hopped off Paul with a plop and crawled up his body. Paul placed his arms under her arse and lifted her up onto his face. She held onto the bed head and with legs spread wide went to town on his face. His angry dick stood proudly in the air and I could see his tongue diving upwards into her cunt. My cock was fully hardened and I was wondering whether or not to join in when I heard a noise from our bedroom.
The thumping on our wall and the thunderstorm that was getting closer every minute had woken Sharon. She opened the door of our bedroom and stumbled out in her black nightie. I put my finger to my mouth to shoosh her and she smiled grabbing me around the waist and took a peak into the room. She let loose a low groan and reached around and grabbed my cock. Sharon gently wanked at my dick and I slid a hand under her nightie and gently rubbed her pussy as we watched.
Paulâs cock was too much of a temptation for Sharon and she snuck very quietly across to the bed and quickly hopped up onto the bed engulfing Paulâs cock in her mouth. Paul and Helena looked back and smiled at the interloper and I took a quick hop, skip and jump over to the bed.
Sharon was on all fours sucking away and her beautiful arse was poking out from under her black nightie. I sat behind her and ever so gently played with her open wet cunt lips. I pulled them apart and licked her insides. I put four fingers in her. I sucked her clit. I put three fingers in her pussy and two in her arse. I love playing with a pussy.
I needed to dip my wick so I knelt before her and whilst keeping two fingers in her arse I plugged away at her moist love hole. She really seemed to be enjoying the anal attention so I pulled my cock out of her pussy and spat on it a bit. I noticed some KY on the bedside table so I squeezed some onto my hand and rubbed that in. I placed my cock at her arse hole and gently pushed the head in. Sharon stopped sucking and I could feel her pushing back slowly. I knew that she would want to regulate the procedure so I let her gently push her arse onto my cock. I held my position and when I was in far enough for her she withdrew a bit and then started rocking. All the time she did this it was total silence from her. Not a sound.
When Sharon went back to sucking Paul I started up the tempo and slowly pumped my cock in and out. Helena hopped off Paulâs face, lay down next to Sharon, slid under her and started to suck on her tits. Helena then began to rub Sharonâs pussy and grab my balls. Paul had started fingering Helenaâs slit and was furiously ploughing his fingers into her.
Helena moved her head down between Sharonâs legs and commenced sucking on her clit. She squeezed my balls and I could feel her shoving a few fingers into Sharonâs slit. Paul was out of reach of Helenaâs pussy so he got up and lined himself up to Helenaâs dripping snatch. Sharon spun around slightly and started to lick Helenaâs cunt as Paul began to wank himself over her pussy. Sharon alternated between sucking his cock and licking Helenaâs pussy. I pulled my cock out of Sharonâs arse and replaced it with two fingers and shoved my cock into her sloppy cunt. Paul started to shoot his cum all over Helenaâs pussy and onto Sharonâs face. I could no longer resist and I pulled my cock out spraying my cum all over Sharonâs arse and Helenaâs face. I pushed some of the cum into Helenaâs mouth with my cock and manoeuvred a few more droplets off Sharonâs arse and into Helenaâs mouth.
âWell whoâs for breakfast?â I asked.
âIâm having sausages.â Sharon said with a laugh and a quick suck of Paulâs dick.
âIâm having cream pie.â Laughed Helena.
After brunch I took advantage of some free labour and hijacked Paul for a tour of the property. We spent about four hours digging ditches, chasing stock and cutting wood. At about 3.30 we headed back to home. As I came around the corner behind the woolshed I saw a Holden wagon parked in the drive. Our visitors had arrived. Paul and I looked and smiled at each other.
âDo you think they would have started without us?â I asked.
âPossiblyâ Paul answered. âThere is only one way to find out. Letâs goâ
We half walked, half sprinted to the house. Neither of us wanted to seem over keen. I noticed a huge amount of baggage in the back of the wagon and thought for back packers they sure didnât travel lightly.
âHello allâ I called as I entered âAnyone home?â
âIn the Lounge Roomâ answered Sharon.
I could here the unmistakeable sound of a Porn movie being played. Doubtless it was the one in which Helena had starred. I turned the corner into the Lounge and was greeted by not four people but six.
âMarcus meet Maria and John and Abby and Julianâ Sharon said with a smile as big as the Simpson.
âHello to you allâ I said shaking their hands. âI see that you have all settled in easily.â I added pointing with my head at the beer bottles and bong sitting on the table.