The Legendary Mrs. Olsen

She glided into his arms, and before he bent to place his lips on hers he stared for a moment into her eyes. And when the mouths joined, the action unfolded in stages. First there were a few seconds of closed lips, then Curt's tongue slipped onto her lips, tasting them, caressing them. When Gayle opened her lips to him, the tongue slipped in toward the teeth, the tongues mingled. Curt's hands remained on her shoulders, encouraging her to come close to him, yet not compelling her. She came to the realization he was just enjoying kissing her, not thinking about how much further the night would go, not demanding more. A few soft, quick pecks, then one more lingering, deep kiss before Gayle pushed him back and murmured, "Wow!"

When she'd gained her breath back, she looked at the lads and said, "Okay, here's the way it's going to go. We'll have various events, I'll let you know what they are when they come up. Each event will be worth up to three points. Okay?" The guys nodded. "And there will be an additional three points for how well you satisfy me."

Tom interrupted, "You mean how big an orgasm you have?"

Gayle smiled, "You just lost a point there. If you don't know how to satisfy a woman without asking, you can't possibly be a good lover." Tom began to protest, but Gayle talked right over him. "But in the interest of fairness, here's the gist. Yes, making me come, big, is part of it and don't worry, you won't have any problem making me come. But more than that, it's how much I like what you do with me, in addition to simply fucking me. Got it?"

"I guess so."

"And there will be another three points for creativity. Great lovers surprise their partner, keep it interesting. Agreed?" Both guys nodded, 'sure.' Gayle got a piece of notepaper, wrote their names at the top, then listed, 'Kissing.' 3 points for Curt, 1 for Tom. And she put the penalty on for Tom. "Now, it's time to start. I want both of you to take off your clothes. I want to see the kind of bodies you have."

This was the breaking point, when the horses might refuse the jump. It wasn't that they hadn't seen each other naked before, plenty of locker rooms were in their past. And, once, they had each witnessed the other making love when they had picked up a pair of girls. But, as the old cliché goes, 'this was different.'

Tom started first, taking off his coat and unraveling his tie. Gayle indicated to Curt he should undress at the same time, and he also disrobed. When Tom was down to the last garment, Gayle suggested he keep that on, Curt stopped at the same point. And there were the two men, naked except for loincloths, standing before the woman. She stood, felt the skin of each.

Tom was hard, muscular, thin. His skin had a sense of well oiled leather, tense yet giving. Gayle looked forward to this body next to hers. Curt, on the other hand, was softer, not out of shape but padded. She compared his corium to fine cotton, not quite silky but very smooth. This man also was interesting. She decided not to throw either one of them out of bed. Body: Three points for Tom, two for Curt.

"You both pass. Very, very nice indeed. Go ahead and sit down. Now, I need to take a few minutes to get ready. I won't be long. Watch ESPN or something while I'm in the bathroom, okay?"

She grabbed the bag containing the present she'd purchased earlier in the day for her husband, felt she could make better use of it this evening and disappeared into the bath. She attempted to hurry, but no woman worth her salt is ever going to enter into coition without preparing herself. The teeth were brushed, the body wiped with a damp cloth, and she realized the crevice between her legs was already sodden and odorous with anticipation. Quickly she stroked at the skin around her labia with a razor, eliminating the three-day old stubble she knew would irritate her lovers. For a second she admired her naked body in the mirrors, glad she'd never been a glutton and that even in her mid-forties she still carried a desirable carcass. And then she donned her gift, a black baby doll adorned with red ribbons that covered her bosom but divided to exhibit her belly, and pulled the matching g-string up her legs. Most of the fabric was silken, but the regions covering her breasts and mons were crisscrossed strips, showing everything yet nothing, deadly camouflage.

Returning to the main room, Gayle found the two men lounging in their underwear -- Tom in white boxers, Curt in blue and white striped briefs -- as if it was the most normal thing in their lives. In fact for the first few moments after she disappeared the boys were nervous, anticipating the sport, but as minutes passed it seemed just another Sunday morning lounging in their shared apartment, cereal boxes on the table, sports on the tube, and until she reappeared they almost forgot the incident. But there she was, not the most beautiful woman they'd ever been with, but striking in her semi-nudeness. "You like?" she asked. Neither made any effort to hide their lust, and Gayle realized their hidden bulges were growing in their keenness to possess her.

"Either of you need to use the toilet before we get started?"

"Yeah, I think I will," Tom declared, and he strode off to the bathroom.

Gayle sat in Curt's lap. "Well, we may as well get started, this event is petting," and she bent her head up. For a few minutes they simply kissed, then Curt's hands began to roam, first up her thighs, then across her belly and finally to her breast. He enjoyed the heft of her natural teat, then found a nipple had peeped it's way through the netting and was in need of encouragement. And so he bent his head to suck gently on the nib. Gayle leaned back, relaxed in the warmth of his kiss, and the nipple extended. Curt's hand descended and for the first time felt her pubis. He played with the ribbons of the panties, then with his fingers began stroking the tender skin and the strip of hair she'd left as ornamentation, pulling on it gently. Gayle couldn't remember when a man had last done that, and appreciated the sensation of her skin being stretched taut.

It was then that Tom returned and demanded, "Okay, my turn now." Curt desisted, realizing he had to share nicely, and Gayle shifted to the other side of the couch, reclining on top of Tom's body.

"Curt's got me all warmed up for you," she said, and Tom took it from there. Like Curt, he started with a kiss but again it was hard, almost brutal, and Gayle sensed how much he wanted her. But he didn't allow his lips to remain on hers, he moved first to an earlobe and nibbled on it, then bent to her breast, a little too quickly. Unlike Curt, he lifted it out of the flimsy covering and first sucked on the nipple hard, then bit it. It wasn't a nibble, it was a frank crunch, and Gayle's entire body went taut. She didn't scream or ask him to stop and he continued to bite, even harder, getting a wheeze from her. She stayed with him, pleasuring in the pain until it became too much and she whispered, 'gentle.' Tom's hand descended quickly across her belly, dove into her undies and his fingers were suddenly covering the labia. She expected him to flick the clitoris but, instead, he began a rapid twitching in and out of her moistness, never penetrating more than an inch. It had its effect, and although Gayle didn't have her first orgasm of the evening, a flash of warmth emanated from the two erogenous zones currently being stimulated. After some time of this Tom began to shift his hands in preparation for deeper drilling. Gayle tightly closed her thighs, halting Tom's efforts, and slipped off his lap into the center of the couch.

She adjusted her bra so the exposed breast was once again covered and wrote on the scorecard, 'Petting, Tom 3, Curt 2,' then commanded, "Okay, it's time to see what else the two of you've got. Stand up." They did, both facing her. "Drop your drawers." Both hesitated, then did as she bid.

Gayle had a great deal of experience in the differences between tools, but she knew all men are effectively the same. Oh, there's occasionally a prick that's so short it fails to penetrate or so long it pounds against the cervix annoyingly, skinny to the point it is ineffective or thick to the effect that it stretches a willing vagina to the onset of pain, but most dicks are, very simply, large enough. Both Tom and Curt's utensils were so designed and both were circumcised. Gayle motioned them closer, and took the genitals into her hands. Curt's wand, as expected, was silkier than Tom's, perhaps half an inch longer and the erection had more of an upward tilt. That wasn't to say Tom's wasn't pleasant to the touch; in fact, there was just enough roughness to ensure that during intercourse a sense of friction would be imparted, probably increasing the woman's pleasure.

The opposing testicles were also slightly different. Tom's sac was loose, dropping more than three inches, holding large balls, whereas Curt's was drawn up into his body, taut and yielding only slightly.

"Next event," Gayle declared, "the Blow Job." She led them to the bed, drew down the spread and exposed the sheet. "While I'm taking care of one of you, I want the other to pleasure me. But you're not allowed to touch my panties, okay?" She got Curt to lay down on his back and took the phallus into her mouth. Gayle had always felt this event was the one she was lacking at, and in honesty this was the one she enjoyed the least because it was all about the guy and normally while she took care of the man her own passionate zones were ignored. But tonight, because of the second man, it was likely to be different.

She started by gently trying to draw Curt's testicles into her mouth, and found the tight skin crinkled. Curt seemed to enjoy the attention, and when she stroked the rod with her hand, she found the tip was moist with pre-cum. She then licked the length of the phallus, and when she took the head between her lips the taste of the fluid was brackish. She began to work in earnest, trying to see how long it would be until Curt begged her to stop -- the ability to last was a key to being a great lover.

While she was bobbing for sperm, Tom first unsnapped her lingerie and disrobed her top, then began to massage her breasts. He enjoyed the way her boobs sagged slightly, something he hadn't seen yet in the young women that had been his prey up to this point except, of course, for the fat ones. This woman was different, and quite pleasant actually. He stroked around the rotund breasts, memorizing their geometry and that of the valley between them, then petted her belly and the small of her back attempting to excite her. He recalled an exercise a coed had taught him, and he slipped off the bed and caught Gayle's foot in his hands. Then he stroked the sole of her foot with his teeth, eliciting an involuntary jerk of the leg which he barely was able to control with the brute strength of his arms. When her spasm subsided he began to suck, beginning with her big toe and continuing toe by toe to the smallest. When he finished with her right foot, he simply moved to her left. Each time he started a new digit, she gave a slight involuntary jolt of pleasure, and occasionally moaned.

Curt, for his part, disagreed with Gayle's critique of her oral abilities, not that either of them realized it. He found her licking and sucking to be exciting, and after some minutes of the exercise, he realized his prick was twitching, and he admitted, "I'm close." Gayle immediately ceased the agitation, leaving him in a state of temporary frustration.

"Your turn," she said to Tom, and when he laid down she mimicked the actions she had so recently performed on the other man. She enjoyed the contrast, the feel of his prick in her mouth was subtly different, the taste of his liquid somewhat sweeter. She worked on him in earnest, trying her best to get him to lose control.

Curt just laid on the bed for awhile, resting and enjoying the surprisingly erotic sight of this half naked woman sucking on his best friend. Like Tom, he felt her breasts with one hand, diddling the nipples and drawing them to attention. He then attempted a foray into enemy territory, moving his right hand up the calf, over the bended back of the knee, up the thigh, and to the edge of the g-string.

Surprisingly, Gayle, even though she was aware of the incursion, didn't say a word or move her bottom to suggest a cessation. And so, having a great view of the cleft through the netting, Curt moved his finger to the edge of the hole then plunged into her. Gayle had been waiting for just that moment since she first considered the possibilities in the bar, and gave a large gasp at the movement. It wasn't an orgasm, technically, but the stage was definitively set.

While all this was going on Tom was reclining, appreciating the ministrations of the woman in a somewhat detached sense. When he was in the mood, he could disgorge into a girl's mouth in a very short time, but he often realized he would need both his sperm and hardness for the more important endeavor and had learned to control himself. So while Gayle worked on him, he went over the probable teams in the upcoming NCAA tournament, fixing them into brackets, keeping himself from excitement that would be overbearing. At the same time, he let his hand wander over her hair, ears and cheek, so she might have some pleasure from the act. For five minutes or more, Gayle attempted every trick she knew, but the cock in her mouth jumped not, no liquid filled her mouth. She surrendered, sat up and wrote on the paper: 'Blow job: T 2, C 1. C -1 for disobeying rule.'

Gayle had been around enough to realize some men really didn't like to eat pussy, and was almost sure Tom was one of those. So she decided instead of demanding cunilingus, she'd give them the option to do it or not. She looked at the boys. "Now, it's the Surprise Event. Each of you can do anything you want to me, or get me to do anything to you. The object is to get me off, if you can. The only thing is, don't put it in me yet. Okay? Tom, you go first."

Tom thought, then stood. Gayle enjoyed the way his prick stood out from his pelvis, rising up, then bending so the tip was almost touching his belly. She wondered what it would be like when it was rammed inside of her. Tom ordered, "Take the panties off and sit on the couch."

She drew the lingerie over her knees, almost giggling at the boys rapt attention as she exposed her mid section, the landing strip of hair dipping between the flare of her labia, the crack beginning between her legs and wandering north, the small, shiny button peeking toward her admirers. She kept her thighs tightly together for a moment, then spread slowly, allowing her voyeurs to spy the folds of her flesh, the moist pinkness of their desire. Tom knelt between her feet, his cock pointing directly at her openin but she didn't object, for first of all it would eventually be in her anyway, and secondly, if he did put it in now he'd get one hell of a penalty. Tom began kissing her, hard again, and with one hand guided the rod so it brushed between the vaginal lips, but never quite crept inside the opening. "You want it, don't you?"

"Not right now."

"But you want it, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, you're not gonna get it, yet." And as he rolled to his side, a finger of his hand parted the folds and delved into the darkness. His lips went to a nipple, and now he was poking his digit in and out, in and out. When his fingertip grazed the fleshy spot on the roof, a spark hit Gayle's body, and she tensed. "You like this!" Tom demanded.

"Yes," she hoarsely whispered. He continued, sometimes hitting the g-spot, often missing it. Even though he wasn't quite focusing on the point, he was close enough, and her body shuddered. It was just a petite orgasm, lasting only a couple of seconds, and Tom seemed to realize what had happened. Unfortunately, consigning the g-spot in the same category as hobbits, he concluded it must be the finger and so he began to delve deeper and deeper, harder and harder, then he used a second finger and a third. Gayle felt her cavity being filled, not really enjoying it, and when it seemed he was about to put the whole fist in, she pushed him back with a cry of "Enough."

"How'd I do?" he asked, and Gayle replied, trying not to hurt his feelings, "It was okay."

Curt had been sitting on the sofa, watching them and stroking his rod from time to time. Now it was his turn, and he motioned Gayle to come to him. She put her chest upon his, their lips met, and she felt his hard-on grazing her belly. One hand went to a breast, cupping it, teasing the aureole, gently twisting a nipple, and the other was at her ass, pulling her into him. This foreplay went on for a couple of minutes, then Curt twisted her around, until now she was seated, her legs spread, he kneeling, facing her. Once again, she was concerned she would be penetrated, but Curt crept down her body, first licking her earlobes and collarbone, then both nipples, then the navel, and then his mouth was between her legs. He licked at the smooth skin of the labellum, dipped his tongue into the moisture, then rose until the clit was inside his mouth and sucked. Gayle truly enjoyed this attention, and felt she was starting to come when he suddenly halted, went back to the canyon, where he was somewhat ineffectual. Again he sucked on the clit, again she approached release, again he went on to the other area. A third time he sucked, she was that close, and when he seemed to give up again, she cried, "Keep sucking," and he obeyed, and Gayle suddenly felt the blessed pulsing of a medium sized orgasm. This one lasted ten seconds or so, her nipples grew even harder, her toes curled, her breaths came in short, sharp spurts.

"Did you come?" Curt asked, a little surprised.

"I sure did, darling. Thank you!"

And now, she decided, it was time for the final event. She wrote on the paper, 'Surprise Event, Tom:1, Curt 2', moved back to the bed and then thought about who should go first. She considered these men had probably never had sloppy seconds, and didn't want to put one of them off by forcing him into it. She decided to solve the predicament quietly. "Curt, would you mind if Tom screws me first?" She could see a little disappointment wash over his face, but he recovered nicely, and nodded agreement. Tom swiftly approached her crying, "Babe, you're gonna get it good!" He had her lie on the bed, and in no time at all was above her and between her legs, his tool at her fissure and then, with one good push, he was within her. She pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, "Don't come, you can have me again after Curt. If you have to come, do it on my belly."

Like all the rest of his lovemaking, Tom thought of himself as a piston. The strokes were deep, and fast, and, frankly, monotonous. Gayle tried her best to provide some variation, moving her hips, pushing her pelvis up with her heels. Still Tom pounded, swift and downward, and it was only when she maneuvered her calves up to his shoulders and his cock was nearly vertically dipping into her that she felt any effective stimulation. She tensed her vaginal muscles, and then felt another tiny come. It was then that Tom shockingly withdrew and she felt his warm wetness on her stomach, and surrounded his prick with her palm, stroking it, milking it. When he collapsed beside her, he complimented, "Babe, you are one great fuck!" It was too bad, she felt, that she couldn't return the compliment.

"I'll be back in a minute," she told the boys, and strolled into the bathroom where she soaped her twat with a wet washrag, dried it off, then returned to the bedroom. Tom was still stretched on the bed, he might fall asleep, and Curt was watching expectantly from the sofa. She sat beside him, took his cock into her hand, and moaned, "Whatever you want, baby." He bent to her, kissed her, and then pulled her until she was above his lap, his rod pointing to her opening, and he pulled her down, slowly, gently, and she could feel this tool gradually fill her. She descended onto it and began to grind on him lazily. She concentrated on herself, knowing the youth would find his own pleasure, and somewhere in the act she brought herself off, a big one this time, flashes of light even appeared inside her eyelids. She knew she was moaning loudly, and let it go on and on.