The Transgression Solutions

"And it's inside you," she added, pushing gently but firmly to penetrate him. He paused for a moment, looking confused, and then began to thrust harder. Ann laughed, using the vibrator to goad and provoke him. However, he retained control, moving in steady circular motions until she gasped, first softly, then loudly as she dropped the vibrator and grabbed his hips. Her first orgasm was marked by a wordless, happy cry, and they both smiled.

Leslie lowered himself to lie flat on top of Ann, although his cock was still firm and inside her. "Ah," she said, "you see this as a competition, don't you? You won't let go any sooner than you have to."

"Just being polite," Leslie said.

Ann smiled at that. "Maybe," she said, "and I'm not ungrateful. But you don't want history to win, do you?"

Leslie shook his head. "It's not a competition," he said.

"If you say so," said Ann, then raised her voice. "Come in, Edgar," she called.

Leslie twisted round to look when the door opened a moment later, but Ann's hands firmly gripping his hips kept him atop and inside her. Still, Leslie was able to see Edgar enter the room.

"Now here's a thing," said Ann. "I knew that Edgar would be home, and I told him to stay in his room if he heard me come back with company. But I knew he wouldn't be able to resist listening at the door."

"You were planning this?" Leslie said, almost making to break away but still being held firmly in place by Ann.

"I had hopes for you," Ann replied. "And I've got hopes for Edgar. He needs to try some more transgression, I think. And I know that he finds the idea interesting. But how about you, Leslie darling? How much have you tried?"

"A few things," Leslie admitted.

"Mmm. Well, Hope that you two don't mind, but there's something I'd like to try. Do come over here, Edgar darling. When you're ready."

There was a rustling, and Leslie guessed that Edgar was getting undressed. Then he felt the other man's hands resting on his shoulders.

"How does this look, Edgar darling?" Ann asked.

"Interesting, I guess," Edgar said.

"You've put that lovely cock of yours in a lot of cunts now, but maybe you need to try... Gosh, you two are both looking thoughtful." Ann said.

"Lots to think about," Edgar said as he knelt closer behind Leslie, pressing his chest against the other man's back

"Transgression," said Ann dreamily. "We had a very ordinary first life, I think. We both really must catch up. And I think that you want to get close to your pet subject, Leslie darling."

"You okay?" Edgar murmured in Leslie's ear.

"Fine," said Leslie. "Do it."

Edgar's cock had grown hard against Leslie's back. Now, Edgar eased backwards a little, using one hand to position its tip. Leslie's anus still had some lubricant left behind by the vibrator, and when Edgar pressed forward, he slid in quite smoothly. Both men moaned slightly, and then Edgar began moving, slowly and carefully.

"You know," said Ann, as Leslie's erection was pushed harder into her by the force of Edgar's thrusts, "I probably ought to try something with my bottom some time. Would you like that, Leslie darling?"

Suddenly, Leslie gave a louder moan, and Ann felt him surging inside her. A second later, he collapsed on top of her, although Edgar was still moving inside him. Ann gasped, then laughed out loud.

"Gosh," she said, "I know exactly what you think about our century now. But how about you, Edgar love? How are you finding this?"

"Interesting," Edgar murmured, still gently thrusting, "but I think that I prefer pussy."

Ann laughed lightly. "No problem, in due time." She wriggled. "But do finish what you started."

Edgar reacted with a series of thrusts of increasing strength, while tracing his lips over Leslie's shoulders to move toward Ann for a brief, strained kiss. Meanwhile, Leslie began to writhe slightly between the other two, eventually finding an action and a rhythm that stimulated both of them -- and himself. Ann sighed happily, building to a second orgasm, while Edgar drove himself to a juddering climax. Then Leslie closed his eyes and moved in a way that suggested that he, too, had found more pleasure.

"That's good," said Ann, "but you can get off now. Being fucked by two men is good, but having two men lying on top of me is a bit much."

Edgar and Leslie obeyed the suggestion, all the while not quite looking each other in the eye, but both finding themselves gazing appreciatively at Ann's nakedness.

"Well," said Ann, "that was interesting, but I imagine that we all need a shower now. You two care to join me? The shower room's big enough."

The two men followed her, and the shower room did indeed prove big enough for three, given a lot of brushing and touching. They took it in turns to soap down and lather up, with Ann insisting on helping to clean both men's cocks, at enough length that they both began to swell and harden again long before she was done. They both seemed fascinated by her body, its lithe, muscular lines picked out by hard light shining on its damp surfaces, her blonde hair slicked back close to her skull.

Once they were all well showered, Ann embraced Leslie, kissing him at length, then turned to Edgar, who was standing behind her, and repeated the process with him. Reaching down one hand with a small smile, she toyed with his half-erection.

"Okay, Edgar darling," she said, "you can have what you prefer. But my way." She took his cock fully in hand, and caressed it a moment, and it soon grew fully hard. "Oh," she said, "isn't it amazing, how beautiful these can be? And I love the way they grow like that.... Now, bend your knees a little."

"Okay...." Edgar said, as Ann straddled him and guided the tip of his erection between her cunt lips. Then he partly straightened his knees, and she gasped as he penetrated her. "Mmm," she said, "fucking's lovely, every way..."

Edgar leaned forward and tongued her nipples as she sighed appreciatively. Then, as he moved slowly inside her, she grabbed a bar of soap from its dish on the wall, then glanced back over her shoulder at Leslie, who was watching the other two with a thoughtful look.

"Now, Leslie," Ann said, "I'm going to let you do what you want to the twentieth century, but you're a big boy, so I'll need some lubrication." She looked at Edgar, and who appeared slightly startled. "And don't get jealous, Edgar darling," she said to him, "you got to deflower my ... cunt ... twice over the years; let someone else have first go at my ... at my bottom." She grinned suddenly, and reached around to work the bar of soap around her anus, quickly making it slick and slightly foamy. "C'mon, Leslie," she crooned, "bugger me..."

Leslie obeyed immediately, and Ann gasped as she was lifted slightly up from the floor of the shower cubicle by two men thrusting inside her.

"You okay?" Edgar asked.

"Yes, lover," said Ann, still gasping. "Amazing, isn't it? Two of those lovely cocks in me... God, it's weird... What're you feeling?"

"A sense that I'm not alone in there," Edgar said.

"Oh," Ann gasped, "those cocks feel each other?"

"Yes," said Leslie over her shoulder, as he put both of his hands on her breasts and squeezed, slightly more than gently. ""Just a little."

Ann laughed, then wriggled a little as the two men squeezed her between them and began taking turns to make short, firm thrusts inside her. She was still holding the soap, and she traced it down Edgar's spine. Then he gasped as she pushed it a short way into his anus, which set off a series of small, frantic moves from all of the three. Afterwards, none of them would have been able to say who reached orgasm first; all of them became lost in intense sensations, eyes closed, voices raised in wordless gasps.

"Gosh," said Ann as the two men extracted their softening cocks from her and moved apart, and she put one hand on the wall to steady herself. "Just when you think that you might be getting bored of it... Oh!"

Edgar had half-crouched in front of her and taken one of her nipples gently between his teeth, while Leslie knelt behind her, removed the last of the soap suds and his own semen from her anus with a soft sponge he'd found somewhere, and then began teasing the area with his tongue. After a few moments, she turned around, and stood with Edgar kissing her neck and fondling her breasts while Leslie used his mouth on her pussy to bring her to another small orgasm.

"God," she said afterwards, steadying herself with one hand on the wall, "I need a rest now."

A few moments later, Ann was lying on a large towel on the bed, the two men either side of her, her hands resting gently on their limp cocks. "Oh well," she said, "I guess that's the young corrupted by the old."

"Ha!" said Edgar. Ann looked at him.

"What does that mean?" she demanded.

"It means that I talked to Charlotte," Edgar said.

"And?"

"She came here determined to seduce me, remember. Didn't that tell you anything?"

"Well..." Ann frowned.

"And didn't you wonder why she and this fellow were drawn to each other? From what she told me, they share a lot of tastes."

"Oh," said Ann, as Leslie raised himself on one elbow, looking uncomfortable.

"Yes," Edgar went on, "apart from the screwing ninety-year-olds part, I don't think that we've just introduced him to much new."

Ann looked at Leslie. "Is this true?" she asked, but with a smile.

"Look," Leslie said, "sure, I'll try things. But I haven't been lying to you about anything."

"You acted all shocked about Edgar and Charlotte!" Ann said to him, making the words an accusation.

"I was fucking shocked," Leslie snapped. "Trying things doesn't mean trying everything."

"Actually, Charlotte thought that he'd be annoyed if he found out about her and myself," Edgar admitted. "Apparently, he kept talking about us like we were his parents. The idea of her with a father figure would really annoy him, she thought."

Ann looked at Leslie, who was looking uncomfortable. "Oh," she said, "all very Freudian."

"Don't tease him," Edgar told Ann. "Charlotte says that he's got his reasons. But Leslie -- Charlotte says that you've got a very, very open relationship with her. Does any of this have to end it, if you don't want it to?"

"I don't know," Leslie said quietly. "Maybe not."

"So this wasn't consolation sex after all," sighed Ann, "just sex sex."

"Sorry," muttered Leslie.

"Oh well," said Ann, and began wriggling down the bed between the two men. "Fortunately, I do like fucking." She reached the level of the men's groins, and stopped. "Actually, I think I only like transgression because it gets me more cock." She gazed at Leslie's cock, then kissed it. Then she glanced up at his face. "So why do you despise the twentieth century, do you think? Really? It doesn't sound like you disapprove of much."

"No," Leslie said, "but my parents are from that century, and they disapprove of everything I do. Fucking hypocrites."

"Oh dear," said Ann to Leslie, "youth revolt? Bit old-fashioned I'm afraid, darling."

"I think that our grandchildren are pretty straight-laced too, actually," said Edgar. "Charlotte doesn't think that they like how she lives, and reckons it would be a bad idea for them to find out too much about you and me."

"Oh, well," said Ann, "perhaps this young man isn't going to feel obliged to revolt against all his elders now. And perhaps we can learn from each other." She squirmed a little way back up the bed, and kissed Leslie low on the chest. "Now, let's see what his elders can do for him." She used her hands to press her breasts against Leslie's cock, and began gently massaging it with them. "After all, there must be something that he hasn't tried..."

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