The Best Pair of Legs in the World

Paul rolled Alana onto her side and then moved on top of her, she experimented with the positions of her legs before lifting her knees back towards her chest. Paul moved slowly back and forth inside her, their bodies slapping noisily against each other.

"Mmmm, I think I've been seduced to my satisfaction." she whispered into his ear.

"You okay down there, I'm not hurting you?" he asked.

"Nope, I'm okay at the moment, its real nice actually." she replied and then gave him a kiss on the lips.

For the next few minutes, they lay intertwined and enjoying each others bodies, the slow but vigorous love making, and the heat from the fire making them glow with perspiration. Alana then pinned him inside her with her legs, and then looked up at him as she wiped her brow.

"It's too hot like this, lets do something different." she suggested.

Paul moved back off her and knelt between her wide thighs, her pussy was slick with her juices and her lips red from hard work. Paul eased her up and moved into a kneeling position with her chest resting on the couch. Moving behind her, Paul slipped his cock back into her pussy, she moaned in pleasure as he moved deep inside her. Her hand reached back to his thigh to ensure he didn't hurt her, after adjusting her position she made herself comfortable and then relaxed to enjoy it.

Paul ran his hands over her buttocks and back as he worked his cock in and out of her, his hardness enjoying the tight wetness of her pussy. He appreciated the paleness of her bikini lines as he took in the splendours; her shapely figure, the full thighs and narrow waist. Alana moaned with pleasure as the upward angle of his cock pushed the large head in places in her pussy never yet explored until now. However, she twisted away from him before too long. Pushing him onto his back, she again straddled him and took his full length with ease.

"How about I make you cum like this?" she suggested. "I just love doing it this way."

Without waiting for an answer, Alana lowered herself onto Paul's chest and held him tight while sliding back and forth on his cock. They kissed as Alana began to pick up speed and after awhile she sat up and played with his nipples. Paul was surprised how much control she had, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly on upwards strokes and then relaxing as she took him back inside her. Her eyes were closed and her brow frowning in concentration as she continued to pick up the speed. Paul could feel his orgasm approaching as her body continued to move up and down. She too sensed it and opened her eyes searching for timing. She waited until the last moment before quickly swinging her body off of him; she reached for his cock and lowered her mouth over the head. Alana's hand pumped furiously as his cock erupted in her mouth. She relaxed her lips allowing his cum to ooze downwards over her hand and the shaft of his cock. While she knew men loved to have their cocks in a nice warm pussy, there was nothing better than a combination hand job blow job orgasm, and wanted the first she gave Paul to be memorable. She looked upwards as his body bucked and shuddered under her control, his head tilted backwards as his back arched. She continued to milk him until he began to relax; she then swung a leg over him and slipped his cock back into her pussy.

Paul laughed, "You're fucking crazy, do you know that?"

Alana smiled down at him as she rotated her pussy on his already shrinking cock. She held up her right cum covered hand for him to see and then began to wipe it over his chest.

"This is what happens when you get cheeky." she said.

"I wasn't being cheeky, that was absolutely the best orgasm I've ever had." he wheezed trying to get his breath back.

She smiled at the compliment and then reached over for her beer beside the couch; it was half warm but still refreshing enough to remove the biter taste of cum. After taking a couple of mouthfuls, she offered the bottle to Paul who also took a swig.

"So what about you, how do you wanna cum?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm okay, don't worry about it. Can't manage it with a cock inside me, gotta be by hand or tongue."

Paul poked her in the ribs, "One good orgasm deserves another and you're not getting off the hook. Where do you want it, on the floor or on the couch?"

She smiled, "Well, if you insist, I'll have it on the couch. But I'll need a towel cause I squirt a bit when I cum."

Paul watched as Alana lifted herself from his body, his spent cock fell out and lay on his thigh. She got to her feet and walked out of the lounge, he could hear water running in the bathroom for thirty seconds and then she returned with a towel and threw at him. She then walked out into the kitchen and returned with two cold beers from the fridge.

"Shit; its cold out there." she commented as she raced to the fire place and stood close.

Paul gazed up at her; she looked stunning in the half light. Her body was still shiny from their lovemaking and her voluptuous figure on full display.

She caught him looking and smiled as she began to pose for him like a catwalk model, rear poses, then from the side and then full frontals.

"Is that enough, or do you want more?" she asked seductively while standing astride him giving him a birds eye view of her well worn pussy.

Alana then placed the towel on the couch and sat down, "Okay lover boy, get over here and lets see what you can do." she said beckoning him with her finger.

Paul crawled close and knelt between her parted thighs, her pussy lips looked swollen and red, the curls above flattened with dampness from washing. He ran his tongue up her left thigh and down the other, and then kissed the top of her inner thighs near her pussy. She sighed in anticipation as his tongue slipped into her belly button and then downward through her curls to her parted lips. He kissed her pussy passionately, just like he would on the mouth, his tongue flicking across her clitoris and then downwards to her opening. He then changed tack and took her clitoris in his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth; he sucked it, and tweaked it with his tongue. She shivered in pleasure and then sighed deeply as his finger slipped inside her and pushed upwards and back against her clitoris from the inside.

Alana moaned loudly as Paul began to work her with his hand and mouth, she slipped one leg over the arm of the couch and then lay still as he worked on her. He gazed up at her face and took in her concentration, her closed eyes and furrowed brow, her deep breathing through her half closed mouth. His eyes dropped to her breasts, both glowing with perspiration, her nipples erect and hard. It took a while before anything happened, and when it did, it was sudden.

"Shit." she gasped, as she raised her buttocks from the chair and pushed her pussy into his face.

"Ohhhh fuck, that's nice." she added as her buttocks relaxed back down onto the chair.

He could feel her flinch each time his tongue flicked across her clitoris, encouraged, he now began to pick up speed with his finger working inside her. He continued for another thirty seconds, then she reached down and eased his finger from her pussy. Placing a hand behind his head, she coached his face into a specific movement of speed and direction; he let himself be led as her warm juices covered his face.

"Mmmm, get ready, cause here it comes." she whispered.

Alana then lay back and let herself cum, in an instant, intense pleasure soared through her body like a shock of electricity.

"Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh." she whimpered and then endured the remainder of the orgasm in strained silence, her body seemingly relaxed, but rigid.

Paul raised his mouth a little as Alana ejaculated, but kept his tongue on her clitoris as her warm juices hit his chin before dropping to his chest. For Alana, it was a moment of pure ecstasy, something she always craved with sex, but not always achieved. She then squirmed trying to retain the high peak of pleasure, losing the battle; she then relaxed as the post orgasmic waves of pleasure flowed through her.

Paul waited until she had finished, then wiped his face and chest with the edge of the towel, then set about drying the shiny wet pussy just in front of his face. He dabbed it dry and flicked his tongue between her lips. Alana opened her eyes and grinned down at him as she slid off the couch and sat on the floor beside him.

"You're not too bad at it, play your cards right and I might employ your services again. I could get used to a few more orgasms like that." she commented.

"Might take you up on the offer, sort of enjoyed it myself."

Minutes later, they sat quietly nestled into each other staring at the flickering fire.

"I hope Strev doesn't mind." Paul commented thinking aloud.

"Doubt it. He knows we fancy each other." Alana replied. "The other night, he suggested we get together for a threesome."

Paul was surprised, "What'd you think of that?"

"Dunno, I'm not against the idea, especially with you and Strev. Never had a threesome, reckon it'd be fun, but I wanted to do it with just you and me first."

"So this was planned was it?"

"Nah, not really, well sort of I suppose. I was feeling horny tonight and you were available. Why, are you feeling used and abused?"

"I'm horrified that I'm only a sex object." he joked.

She laughed, "Not just a sex object. I was hoping I'd be able to share your bed tonight, you know, you could keep me warm and all that."

"Okay, I surrender, let's clean up and then go to bed then." Paul said getting to his feet and helping Alana to hers.

The fact that Paul and Alana got together was a good omen for Strev, he didn't mind one bit as it now gave him open slather the rest of the available females in a twenty mile radius. Strev attacked his new challenge with gusto while Paul and Alana looked on with interest. Alana felt no jealousy and was perfectly content with Paul's attentions. Unlike Strev, Paul was caring and affectionate, and the sex just got better and better. She enjoyed flirting with him, lifting her dress and showing him her panties. If they were alone, she would stand in front of him and tease him by flashing her pussy, or slowly lower her jeans to show off her thighs. It never failed to get a desirable reaction. She would sometimes tease him in public and try to arouse him, the trouble was she usually got herself a little horny at the same time and ended up just as frustrated.

It was a bitterly cold Saturday night that Strev brought his new girlfriend home to meet Alana and Paul. Strev met Petra through mutual friends and they fell in lust straight away. They had been to bed three times during the week before Strev decided it was safe to bring her home. Petra was of average height; her Middle Eastern heritage provided her thick black hair which fell gracefully down her back. Her eyes were large and dark, her face oval and pretty with high cheek bones. She was wide shouldered, her formidable bust stretching her tight pink jumper. A knee length tight fitting black skirt hugged her buttocks and thighs, below were black hose and boots.

The foursome had a meal out and then hit a bar or two before heading home, the prepared fire was lit and the chairs dragged close to absorb the welcoming heat. The room soon warmed and the red wine was uncorked. The lights were turned off and they settled to the atmosphere of the flickering fire. For a couple of hours, they sat, talked and laughed as the wine flowed. The inhibitions disappeared along with three bottles of wine, and the talk eventually turned smutty.

Petra was dreamily cuddled up to Strev on one of the couches when she looked up at him, "I'm in the mood for a little lovin'; trouble is, I don't wanna leave the fire."

"You can do it here if you want." Alana suggested. "We could join you."

Petra look over at Alana with her big eyes and grinned, "I'm not sure that I'm drunk enough for that."

Alana held her eyes as she reached for the wine bottle and lifted it towards Petra's glass, "Here you go then, wouldn't like you to feel uncomfortable."

Petra watched as her glass was filled, "What'd you have in mind?"

"Dunno, we could just watch each other." Alana replied. "No expectations of swapping partners or anything. Just let things happen."

Petra turned to Strev, "What do you reckon?"

He just laughed, "I'd love to."

"How about Paul and I play around a little?" Alana suggested. "You guys can watch or join in if you want."

Alana took Petra's and Paul's silence as a yes; she turned and smiled knowingly at Paul. She kissed him on the lips and then stood up in front of him, she slipped her shoes off, then undid the belt and zip on her jeans. She wriggled the tight denim down over buttocks and thighs while taking care to keep her red panties in place. Undaunted by the three sets of eyes upon her; she then slowly removed her top exposing a matching red bra. She stood still and looked into each of their eyes before kneeling between Paul's open thighs, her hand finding the bulge in his jeans. She caressed it with one hand while the other unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. Leaning back, she eased his jeans down over his thighs and then removed them completely. Alana's eyes turned to Petra as she ran her tongue over the bulge in Paul's briefs, then raising the material; she allowed his erect cock to escape. Placing a hand around it, she stroked the full length of it as Petra watched with big eyes. Then supporting his cock at the base with her thumb and fore finger, she began sucking on the head. She left the thick shaft in full view for Petra to see from the adjacent but close couch next to her.

Petra turned slightly to get a better view and watched with pure excitement. She often fantasised about group sex, and watching Alana sucking Paul's cock was quickly arousing her. She felt Strev's hand slip under her skirt and opened her thighs slightly to accommodate him, his hand soon stroking her pussy. It was nice, but the layer of hose and panties detracted from her pleasure. Without taking her eyes off Alana and Paul, she reached down and unzipped her boots and slipped them off. She raised herself from the couch as Strev slipped her hose down over her thighs and removed them. His hand was soon between her thighs and under her panties; she squirmed as he inserted two fingers deep inside her. Strev began kissing her on the cheek, and while she was tempted to kiss him on the lips, she was reluctant to take her eyes from Paul's shiny and wet cock, and Alana's accommodating mouth.

Alana was multi tasking; she worked diligently on Paul while watching Strev's and Petra's progress. Satisfied that Petra was now into the situation, she released Paul's cock from her mouth and then stood in front of him.

"Okay, take the panties off and let's have some fun."

Paul grinned, leaning forward he slipped her panties down and pulled her pussy towards his face. She opened her thighs a little as his tongue explored her wetness, then she pushed him playfully back and moved astride him. Alana looked over at Petra as she guided Paul's cock to her pussy and eased herself slowly down on it, her face frowning in pleasure as she accepted the full length.

"He's got a nice big cock, and he sure knows how to use it." she stated to Petra as she began to slowly slide up and down.

Petra was now totally mesmerised, she watched as Paul undid Alana's bra and removed it, then suckled on each breast. She was blissfully unaware as Strev eased her soaking panties off and discarded them; then eased his erect cock from his jeans. Petra let herself be guided wide-thighed onto Strev's lap and moaned loudly as his cock slipped in to the hilt in one slurping action. She rotated her pussy on his cock while Strev rolled her top over her head and removed it; his hands gently caressed her heavy breasts through the material before reaching around to undo her bra.

Alana watched Strev and Petra and was just as fascinated, she took in Petra's large breasts, her almost black nipples surrounded by dark skin. Her eyes dropped to her thighs, but the black skirt pulled high over her hips hid the good bits. She turned and looked down at Paul, his eyes also feasting on Petra's breasts. Alana took Paul's head in her hands and pulled his lips to hers, each tongue caressing the other. Then she slipped her head along side his ear.

"How'd you like to fuck Petra?" she whispered.

"Mmmmm." Paul answered without hesitation.

"I'd like to watch you do it with her." she added.

Alana then kissed him again with tender little pecks on the lips, she felt her pussy involuntary become wetter in anticipation. For the next few minutes, she contently slid up and down on Paul's cock while watching the couple next to them. Then she slipped off his cock and knelt between his thighs. Taking it in hand, she took it into her mouth and sucked it gently, then ran her tongue over the shaft, purposely cleaning it for what was hopefully to come. Once satisfied, she looked over at Petra and smiled as her hand slowly stroked Paul's cock.

"You wanna have a play with this? Alana suggested.

"You wanna do a swap?" Petra replied.

"Sure, if you want to."

Petra stared at Alana and Paul for a few seconds; then turned to Strev.

"What do you reckon?" she asked, obviously unaware of his previous relationship with Alana.

Strev shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Go ahead if you want to, it sounds like fun to me."

Petra looked over at Alana and Paul, "I'll do it, but just for a minute, okay."

"Sure." Alana replied moving away from Paul.

Petra eased herself from Strev and stood up, reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Paul gazed at Petra's curvy full figure as she made her way to him, her large heavy breasts hung low, her waist narrow and her thighs large and shapely. Her pussy was shaved, but a triangular shadow of dark stubble re-growth was clearly evident. Thick pink pussy lips became visible as Petra parted her thighs to sit astride him.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." she said to Paul as she guided his cock towards her pussy.

"Are you okay with it?" he asked.

Petra laughed, "I am now, but I'll probably wonder why tomorrow. But don't worry, I wanna do it."

She slipped the head of his cock up and down between her lips and then placed at her opening. She moaned as the large head popped inside, and then sat still for a few seconds before easing herself slowly down on the shaft an inch at a time. They both glanced over at Alana and Strev; she was sitting on the couch legs spread wide as he slipped his cock deep inside her.

Unlike Strev and Alana, it was an unfamiliar experience for both Petra and Paul; it was strange being intimate with someone new without any seduction or foreplay. Before this moment, they had never kissed, held hands, or even touched, yet they now sat intertwined with his cock firmly inside her pussy. For Petra, his large cock had stretched her wide and deep, while she was nervous, she was also enjoying the experience as she moved her pussy slowly round and round and up and down. For awhile they used each others bodies for their own pleasure and becoming more comfortable with the situation as the minutes passed.

Petra's pussy felt so different from Alana's, Paul admitted to himself. Alana's was long and tight, and he could feel every contour of her insides, Petra's was like a big void of warm wetness. Their faces were close, and Petra leaned forward and kissed him, just little pecks and the sucking of lips, their tongues touched and explored. But it was kisses of lust, not of passion, seemingly obvious to both of them. Paul's hands explored her dark skin of her legs and then moved up to her breasts, he cupped them and tweaked her nipples.

"You don't mind?" he asked.