From Tyro to Lothario Pt. 04

It didn't take long for Bridie to come again. Not to be outdone, Michael seized her by the hips, increasing the intensity of his upward thrusting and was able almost immediately to fire another load into the depths of her cunt as she continued to press down on his groin.

Relaxing, he asked, "Interested in another visit at the same time next week?" She nodded almost imperceptibly, then added, "But no sex, I can't do this to my husband. It's wrong. You shouldn't have taken advantage of me."

Michael was realising that a Catholic conscience required a peculiar logic that escaped him, but he confirmed that he'd be there next week, and decided to see what eventuated.

****

The following week he received an early text from Bridie. "I'd like to see you, but you shouldn't really come." Puzzling over what she actually meant, he responded that he would indeed be coming, making a simple request. If she wasn't happy with it, she should just text "No."

Hearing nothing from her before his arrival, he opened the gate, and admired his workmanship on the repaired path. His phone vibrated, showing the word NO. Not completely surprised, he tried the door handle. It was unlocked. He pushed it open, seeing Bridie two paces away, staring at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"I told you not to come. Why don't you listen to me?"she demanded.

"I had to return your husband's shirt," he explained.

She was standing rigid with her telephone in one hand. Michael stepped in front of her and slid his right hand between her thighs. Her legs were bare. Continuing upwards he felt her sex. He could feel her wetness and her labia welcomed his finger as if they wanted to suck it in. With his other hand he squeezed a breast. It was clear that she had obeyed his instruction not to wear a bra or panties.

She groaned. "Please don't. You mustn't tempt me. I'm a good girl. I don't want to hurt my husband."

Her body was responding to his touch, and as he leaned towards her she kissed him hungrily. Taking his arm, she led him down the passage to the kitchen where she had prepared some morning tea.

"That's not what I had in mind," he said, lifting her onto the kitchen bench. She spread her legs obligingly as he began licking her. With her legs over his shoulders he had access to the whole strip between cunt and arse. Sliding in three fingers he curled his fingers upwards, feeling for her G spot. She writhed in pleasure with combined attack from his fingers inside and tongue around her clit. Suddenly she came with a jolt, her spasm ejecting a shot of fluid into his mouth. Taking his trousers off, he pulled her from the bench, ordering her to kneel down to suck his cock. She went to work with a will, lightly scratching his balls, and licking the underside of his cock.

Noticing a tub of margarine on the bench, he had a sudden idea. Pulling Bridie free from his dripping cock, he ordered her, while still standing, to lean forward with her chest on the kitchen table and her legs spread Flipping up her skirt he was able to enjoy the sight of both holes moist and ready to be ravaged. As he slipped his hard horny cock into the folds of her welcoming pink cunt, he dug his fingers into the margarine and extracted a generous dollop, which he spread around her anus. Before Bridie realised his intention, he had collected another dollop and was working it into her back passage.

"Oh, please, don't. I don't like to be touched there. It's dirty and disgusting. I'm not that type of girl. You can do anything else. Please leave my butt alone."

Michael wasn't entirely sure whether she was really unhappy or simply repeating the attitudes she had learnt in the school yard. He remembered that his parents used to talk of Catholic contraception - anal intercourse for those Catholics who took the Church's teaching on birth control seriously. Noting that Bridie was still pushing her rump backwards in rhythm with his thrusts, he decided to gauge her reaction. Pulling out, he pushed his cockhead against her well-lubricated, puckered brown hole. The head slipped in an inch or so. Bridie gave a guttural groan, but stopped thrusting backwards. She stayed motionless, panting with excitement and trepidation. He eased in a little further.

"Stop it, it hurts. Please." Michael waited for a while as her bowel adjusting to the intruder. He eased forward a fraction, and was rewarded when Bridie pushed slowly backward, until he was buried balls deep in her poop tube. Leaning over her back he was able to pull and twist her nipples. Reaching around to stimulate her clit he discovered she was already touching herself. From her excited groans it was obvious that she was beginning to enjoy the different sensation.

"You dirty bastard, buggering me like this, you should be jailed," she panted. Again, Michael was unsure from her tone whether she really was upset or simply easing her conscience. Regardless, Bridie was clearly enjoying the sensation, thrusting back hard in sync with his forward thrusts to bury his cock as deep as possibly in her bowel. As he pulled her nipples she came with a scream, "Yes, yes, Oh God, yes." Michael redoubled his efforts. Reaching behind her, she stroked his balls until he, too, came deep inside her.

They sat down to recover, Michael still without his trousers. "I have a task for you," he said to Bridie, " clean my cock." She looked dumbfounded, but obediently kneeled down between his knees, and taking his flaccid cock in her mouth, sucked it clean until it began to respond. Her ready acquiescence made him think that she must have been watching similar commands on porn videos. He enjoyed her touch when she resumed fondling his cock and balls. His gut feeling about her interest in porn videos was supported when she suddenly asked, out of the blue, "Have you ever tried a threesome?"

"No, but I do find the idea is pretty appealing. The real problem is that you need partners." He paused, then decided he might as well say it. "Are you interested in volunteering?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not that type of girl. I can't imagine why any girl would agree to be treated as a sex toy by a couple of men."

Michael leaned over to kiss her, slipping his finger into her cunt, which was still wet, and welcomed his attention. The thought of a threesome had helped encourage a fresh erection, but he needed to attend a class shortly.

"Maybe we should have a shower before I head off to class," he suggested. In the shower they soaped each other enthusiastically, with Bridie responding to his fingers inside her. Tugging and twisting her nipples soon had her stroking his cock in a demanding fashion. She bent over, presenting her engorged vulva to his rampant cock.

"Get it in and fuck me, " she demanded. As usual she came more quickly than him, so he turned her to face him, then lifting her up against the shower cabinet wall, let her slide down onto his cock. As he thrust upwards, he could feel her nails scratching her back. Biting her neck savagely they rooted like wild animals, until he came with a grunt, exploding deep in her cunt.

Once dressed, Bridie farewelled him with a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You're a really naughty man," she said. "You know I didn't want you to come. You shouldn't take advantage of me like that, when I've told you that you mustn't."

Ignoring her comments, Michael asked, "Same time next week?" She nodded almost imperceptibly and closed the door behind him.

******

The following week Michael sent a text message, confirming his time of arrival, and, as a courtesy, advising that he was bringing a friend, Don, his regular tennis doubles partner. As he was turning into Station Street his phone vibrated, but he ignored it. Motioning Don to follow him, he open the gate, approached the front door and knocked. It opened almost immediately, and Michael stepped in, with Don close behind.

"I sent you a message not to come!" Bridie glared at him, standing in the middle of the passage.

"Sorry, I haven't seen it, but now we're here, how about offering us some morning tea?" As he spoke Michael could see her nipples pressing out like bullet heads through the thin cotton of her tight polo shirt. He stepped forward to kiss her and slid his hand between her thighs. As he expected, her cunt was bare and wet. Don pressed against her from behind, pushing his erection between the cheeks of her backside before slipping his hands under her polo shirt to twist and pull her excited nipples.

Bridie groaned, her body reacting with delight to their combined onslaught. Obviously her conscience was not yet assuaged. "No," she gasped. "You mustn't, please stop," but at the same time Michael felt her hand cupping his balls. He undid the button at her waist and pulled down the zip. She obediently stepped out of the fallen skirt. Taking the hint, Don dragged her shirt up over her head, while Bridie helped by obligingly raising her arms. She stood naked in the passage as the two men continued her fondle her.

To allow her free access to his cock, Michael slid his trousers off, then lifted his shirt over his head, leaving their bare flesh fully accessible to each other. Meanwhile Don also stripped. Pushing their clothes aside with her foot, Bridie stroked both mens" cocks, before taking a firm hold with a hand around each cock to lead them to her bedroom. Michael couldn't help but marvel at how quickly Bridie could change from modest housewife to full-on sexpot. Once in her bedroom, she admired their reflection in the wardrobe mirror. "Great to see such well-developed specimens," she joked, stroking each cock. She could see in the mirror that both were oozing pre-cum. Gone was any suggestion of reluctance.

Don sat on the bed. Michael encouraged Bridie to bend over to suck Don's cock, while he, standing behind her, spread her legs. He used her copious juices to lubricate around both holes. She signed with pleasure as he eased into her slippery wet cunt until his balls hit her arse. As he thumped against her backside he slipped two fingers into her anus, preparatory to his next assault. It was not long before she was shouting, "God, I'm coming, fuck me hard!"

Now that Bridie was really in the spirit of things, Michael ordered her to stand up, as he sat down on the edge of the bed with half the length of his thighs unsupported. His cock stood up like a lighthouse. He arranged for Bridie to straddle his thighs facing Don so her anus was positioned directly above his cock. She sank slowly down on it as her bowel gradually accommodated the horny intruder. Once she was fully inside he laid back, pulling her backwards against his chest. Feeling her backside pressed against his balls, Michael ordered Don to pick up her legs leaving Bridie's cunt wide open and ready for entry. Don paused as he enjoyed the sight of her gapping pink vulva with its welcoming tunnel begging for action, crowned by her dark dense patch of pubic hair which was matted with sweat and her juices. Seizing the opportunity, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he positioned himself between Michael's spread thighs. Sliding in, he could feel the firm sausage shape of Michael's cock underneath his own through the thin membrane separating Bridie's vulva from her bowel. As he thrust Michael partially withdrew to give him room. Bridie, meanwhile was grunting as she adjusted to the feel of two cocks inside her. They developed a routine of alternate thrusts and withdrawals which worked well for Bridie, whose increasingly loud grunts were making it clear an orgasm was imminent.

"Yes, yes, " she cried, rubbing her clit furiously. "Give it to me. Cum in my cunt." Don obeyed emptying his load as Bridie lifted her hips to ensure his cock was as deep in her cunt as possible. He then pulled out allowing Michael to thrust upward into Bridie's bowel until her sphincter spasmed as she orgasmed again, causing Michael to thrust vigorously until his cock, too, exploded deep in her bowel.

They lay together on Bridie's matrimonial bed, with the men on either side, touching her in a desultory fashion while they recuperated for a second round. Don sounded off about the unconscionable behaviour of the Catholic church which had paid out millions of dollars protecting paedophile priests while denying payments to victims. Bridie listened without comment, but was forced to admit she could no longer continue as a practising Catholic in view of the church's behaviour.

In spite of the religious tone of the conversation, Bridie was clearly energised by their sexual activity. Leaning down she began licking and sucking their cocks back into life. Don took the hint and positioned himself between her thighs. She spread her legs obligingly giving him easy access to her pink engorged labia. Her cunt was oozing white sperm mixed with her own juices. As he began licking around her clit she took hold of his ears to steer him to the right place.

"There, that's right, suck me." Don went to work with a will, while Michael, not to be left out, pulled her nipples and nipped the side of her neck. Bridie mewed in pleasure, humping her groin against Don's face as her excitement rose. She exploded with a jolt, the spasms of her cunt squirting a jet of cum into Don's mouth. After an initial hesitation he swallowed it, commenting that it didn't taste too bad.

By now both men were hard, horny and raring to go. "Let's swap positions," Michael suggested. He arranged for Don to lie down while Bridie mounted him cowboy style. Once Bridie was happily riding he pulled her knees backwards until she was lying almost flat on Don's chest, with Don's cock still deep inside her willing cunt. The brown ring of her anus was still well-lubricated being coated with com. Michael kneelt above her backside with his legs outside Dons" and slowly pushed his cock into her little brown hole aided by the oozing white cum from his earlier orgasm. It was obvious that Bridie enjoyed the sight of their threesome in the wardrobe mirror, as if it were a porn video. As her excitement peaked, she was soon scratching and biting Don. That set Don off who came immediately, exclaiming, "God, that's the best fuck I've ever had."

Michael was left to pound Bridie's arse, with her enthusiastic cooperation, as she pushed back against his rhythmic thrusts, crying, almost incoherently, "Yes, fuck me in the arse, you dirty bugger... You're a wicked, dirty shit, but I love your horny cock in my arse." Her foul language fired up Michael, who came within a minute or two.

They finished the session with a shower together. The men continued to soap and stimulate Bridie, who seemed to have an inexhaustible capacity to enjoy orgasms from their fondling. After dressing, Bridie offered them morning tea. They chatted about local politics as she passed around some biscuits. Both men were quite hungry, but pleasantly relaxed after their morning's exercise. Don, in particular, thought all his Christmases had come at once.

As they were leaving Don commented to Bridie, "I'd love to pay another visit. That was fantastic," She, however, had reverted to her modest housewife role.

"No way," she replied forcefully. "You took advantage of me, even though I clearly said no. I realise young men can't be trusted with their sexual urges, but you've been wicked, forcing me to do things I never wanted, even when I told you not to... I don't ever want to see you again." She paused to catch her breath. "Anyway, my husband is back for a while next week."

Don looked at her in astonishment, but before he could start to rebut her assertions Michael gestured for him to be quiet. Her attitude reminded Michael of Mark Twain's aphorism about smoking - "Of course giving up is easy - I've done it hundreds of times myself." He couldn't believe Bridie would be any more successful than Mark Twain in resisting her awakened sexual urges indefinitely.

In housewife mode, she farewelled them with an affectionate hug, as if they had just enjoyed a quiet cup of tea together. Michael closed the door behind him, confident that once her husband was overseas again, it would not be long before she would manage to find some matters that would require the attention of a home handyman. He couldn't help but look forward to it.