“In every way?” Tim asked.
His mother understood the implication of the question. “I hope so, but why don’t we just wait and see? There’ll be a lot that’s new for all of us. You and I, for example,” she said, smiling at Chris. “We’ve known each other for almost a year but I hope we’ll know each other a lot better before the night is over. Do you mind if I ask if you’ve been with another woman before?”
“Not since last weekend,” laughed Chris. It was time for a brief account of their Scottish liaison.
“Now that does sound interesting,” Cheryl remarked when she had heard the basic details. “If your Isabel does return I’d very much like to meet her.”
“Give us time, and I think she might be more than willing,” said Chris.
Cheryl looked at her watch. “I’ll hold you to that. But it’s time we were moving. Vic and Moira are looking forward to this as much as I am.”
At the car, Cheryl put a hand on Tim’s arm. “If you don’t mind, Tim, Chris and I will ride in the back. Just head in the general direction and I’ll guide you when we get much nearer. It’ll take about forty minutes, so if Chris makes herself comfortable, I fancy a sneak preview.”
In the event, it took more than forty minutes. Tim drove slowly, having angled the rear view mirror so that he could steal periodic glimpses of the activity behind him. He saw Cheryl draw Chris to her for a kiss and the opportunity, he suspected, to fondle her breasts. That was confirmed when Cheryl enquired, “Do her nipples always stand up like this?”
Chris giggled while Tim concentrated with difficulty on the road. The next time he glanced at the mirror he saw Chris had pushed her skirt up round her thighs with one hand, while the other was guiding Cheryl’s exploratory touch. Deep breathing gave way to the little moans that invariably foretold Chris’s orgasm. Silence followed until Tim detected effortful movement behind him. A convenient traffic light at red allowed him to turn and see Chris with her head buried between his mother’s legs. As he resumed driving he heard Cheryl say, “Yes, dear. There. Just a little more like that will do it.” And it did, accompanied by a deeply satisfied exhalation of breath. By the time they arrived at their destination, the two women had composed themselves, although Tim noted the little nod of approval Cheryl gave him as she emerged from the car.
The house was a large detached affair in stockbroker country. Moira welcomed them at the door and escorted them to a commodious drawing room where, to their surprise, two men were waiting. Victor introduced himself, shook hands with Chris and Tim, kissed Cheryl on the cheek. For a man who had to undertake his share of business lunches, he was in good condition: reasonably lean, something under six feet tall, strong features, thinning grey hair. “And this,” he said, motioning the other man forward, “is Colin. I think Cheryl may have told you that we had a happy encounter on our cruise. We knew Colin was due shore leave and, as he wasn’t going on the next voyage, we suggested he might like to call. Tonight seemed the perfect time. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” said Chris, a shade too eagerly, Tim felt. So this, he thought, was the exceptionally well endowed steward. As if the occasion was not complicated enough already. On the other hand, perhaps this dark-haired, thirty-something gigolo with a big cock would occupy Cheryl sufficiently to postpone any other consideration. But then he found himself resenting that possibility: and that was a defining moment, a moment when he at last came to terms with the situation he had created by creeping up the stairs expecting to spy on his mother in the act of masturbating. He realised that now he was ready to confront the opportunity when it arose. More than that. Looking at Cheryl, he was suddenly impatient, aware of a hardening of his member, conscious of the bulge at the front of his trousers.
So, too, was Moira, standing at his side while the introductions were concluded. She put out a hand to feel the erection. “Oh, my word,” she said. “I can see Tim has come prepared.”
Cheryl laughed. “I’m afraid Chris and I may have had something to do with that. We did get a bit carried away on the way here. But I have to tell you, Moira, this young lady has a lot to offer.”
Unexpectedly, the ice had been broken. There was no awkwardness; half-a-dozen people, some of whom were virtual strangers while others knew each other intimately, made an easy transition from semi-formality to open acceptance of the reason for their being together.
Moira said, “If that’s the case, let’s go through to the playroom. Vic will open the champagne.”
The so-called playroom proved to be an extension built on to the back of the house. At first sight it seemed to be occupied by nothing more than a full-sized snooker table, but then Moira turned the key in a door at the back of the room and ushered them through into a spacious, subtly lit area. In the centre were were two beds with scatter cushions, round the walls were armchairs and sofas, and in one corner there stood a refrigerator and drinks cabinet.
While Vic busied himself popping a cork and handing round glasses, Colin spoke for the first time since the introductions. “I suppose I’m the interloper here, so I’m grateful for the invitation. I do have very good memories of Cheryl and Moira, of course” He smiled at them. “And I’m looking forward to more of the same. But if I may, I wouldn’t mind starting with the sexy Christina.”
Chris looked at Tim. No point, he thought, in being churlish. It was going to happen some time, so why not now? Besides, it would be the first time he had seen Chris being fucked by another man and part of him was excited by the prospect. He nodded and Chris stepped forward to kneel in front of the steward. Colin needed no further hint. He swiftly took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his trousers. Chris reached up and removed his boxer shorts. For a moment, she paused.
Well, Tim reflected, they were right: there was a lot of him where it mattered, at present dangling limply a few inches from Chris’s face. His partner’s next move was a surprise. Leaving the tempting member hanging, she slowly unfastened the buttons of her blouse, extracted her arms from the sleeves, folded it and handed it to Tim. Next, with her eyes holding Colin’s as he looked down at her, she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. She let it slide to the floor. The four onlookers saw that she was achieving her objective. Colin’s cock was visibly hardening. Satisfied, Chris rose and took him to one of the beds where she asked him to lie on his back. Then she knelt astride his face, leaned forward and allowed her tits to sway against the rising dick. Soon she was massaging the length between her breasts and the full size of the erection that had ploughed into Moira and Cheryl on the cruise became apparent. Tim caught a grin from Victor that seemed to suggest that Chris was enjoying every woman’s dream.
It was Moira who took Tim’s arm and led him round the bed so he could see Colin’s tongue beginning to lap at the folds of Chris’s cunt. “I expect you want to watch this,” Moira said, “but I’m getting very horny myself. If we get on the bed beside them you could fuck me and still see what’s going on. Fuck me from behind - the way you did it that day at Cheryl’s.”
Reluctantly taking his eyes from Chris, who was now insinuating the head of Colin’s cock into her mouth, Tim saw that Moira was already naked. He stripped and joined her on the bed. “I know a good example when I see one,” she murmured, gesturing towards Chris’s bobbing head before bending to grasp Tim’s cock and guide it between her lips. Alternately licking the underside of his knob with her tongue and drawing in her cheeks to give extraordinary suction, she soon brought him to full readiness. “That’s nice, Tim. Just how I remember it. Now put it in me.”
As Moira knelt to offer her cunt to Tim, so Chris let Colin’s cock, or as much of it as she had been able to absorb, slip from her mouth. With a smile at Tim, she turned on to her back, spread her legs, raised her knees and, reaching round underneath them, parted her labia with her fingers. Colin knelt between them, took his massive cock in his right hand and fed it into the gaping opening.
“Fuck her, Colin, fuck her.” The voice, startling Tim momentarily, was his mother’s. He saw that she was on one of the sofas with Vic’s hand between her legs while he nibbled at her breast. “And Tim, give it to Moira. Remember, she likes it hard.”
The injunction was superfluous. Fully aroused by the sight of Colin’s cock entering Chris and the sound of her appreciative little cries, he drove into the warm folds of Moira’s wet cunt and held still inside her. “Move when you can,” she said. “And yes, Cheryl’s right - as hard as you like.”
“It’s all right, Moira,” said Chris, holding Colin off for a moment. “If you let him get used to the feel of you, he’ll have better control.” She looked up lovingly at Tim as she surrendered once more to Colin’s steady thrusting. He knew keeping control wouldn't be easy if he let himself become too engaged by the energetic coupling at his side, so he tried to concentrate on Moira. At the same time, from the corner of his eye he noticed that Vic and Cheryl were now fucking vigorously on the other bed. He withdrew his cock, noted the sheen of Moira’s juices on the shaft, and drove back into her with all his force. “Oh, yes,” she exclaimed. “That is absolutely right. Do that! Faster if you can!”
For some while the only sounds in the room were of heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh, punctuated from time to time by grunts from one or other of the men as they sought to bring their efforts to a successful conclusion. Victor was the first to come, pulling out his dick in time to deposit a trail of semen across Cheryl’s stomach and tits. This triggered Tim to speed up his fierce assault on Moira. Urged on by her hoarse demands, he abandoned himself to the pleasure of adding his ejaculate to an already well lubricated passage. Chris, meanwhile, was finding it necessary to finger her own clit to supplement Colin’s continuing steady penetration. The others watched intently as she brought herself to a huge, writhing orgasm, but it was Moira who took the initiative and seized Colin’s cock as it slipped from Chris’s cunt. A fountain of spunk arced from its tip onto the inside of Chris’s thighs where it was tenderly massaged in by Moira.
