She needed more lubrication, and leaned forward to lick, her tongue working the tight ring along with her finger, pushing constantly. Her finger was soon engulfed, buried deep in Vivette’s bowels, feeling the muscular walls. Vivette was relaxing now, her tight ring dilating slightly, and Laura speeded up her thrusts. Remembering how Georges had timed his fingering to coincide with the thrusting of Paul’s cock, she tried to do the same, and was rewarded with mewls of pleasure from Vivette.
Laura pulled her finger out, and decided to try with two. Licking again at Vivette’s musky entrance, she overlapped her forefinger and middle finger, and edged the two of them in. Vivette groaned, and Georges could feel her clench her vaginal muscles round his cock in excitement.
Vivette continued to ride Georges’s cock, the pressure from Laura’s fingers pushing her onto him. Her arousal and excitement were mounting, and she looked around at the teenager finger-fucking her anus.
‘Please, ma cherie, I need more,’ she pleaded, and Laura cast around for inspiration.
She saw the empty wine bottle lying at the edge of the picnic blanket, and reached for it. She sucked the narrow neck of the bottle, and removing her fingers from Vivette, she placed the neck of the bottle against the woman’s dark entrance. She pushed slowly at first, but soon Vivette’s ring had dilated to take the bottle neck, the ribbed end massaging her.
The cool, unyielding glass was an entirely different experience for Vivette, and she welcomed the alien sensation, her anus relaxing further to accept it. Laura pushed a little, and soon the bottle neck was buried deep inside Vivette. Holding it by the bottom, Laura began to twist slightly, maneuvering the bottle gently, probing and rotating it until Vivette began to pant, her pussy twitching and her ass clamping down in spasms of pleasure.
Georges could feel her orgasm rising; he could see the change in her expression; she was biting down on her lip as if in intense concentration, her eyes closed.
He could feel the pressure of the bottle neck through the thin membrane dividing his wife’s pussy and ass, and it was stimulating his cock further. He had been taken aback, and excited, by the way in which Laura had casually violated Vivette’s anus with the bottle. He wanted to see the bottle buried deep in Vivette’s ass, to see her tight ring stretched and to take her himself there. But now he wanted to unload into her cunt, to pump his come deep inside her and watch Laura lick his wife clean.
His balls tensed, and he spurted, coming with a groan. Vivette felt the hot juices moistening her tunnel, and this was the final sensation her abused ass and pussy could take; she came too, collapsing against her husband’s chest, quivering as he held her.
Laura eased the bottle out, the ribbed end triggering a further shudder as it teased Vivette’s hole one last time. Georges lay Vivette down on the blanket on her back, gently parting her thighs. His juices were gathered there, creamy white, oozing from her vagina.
Laura knelt between the woman’s spread legs and lowered her mouth as Georges directed, licking at the pussy lips, engorged and reddened. Vivette gasped and writhed, her body still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, but Georges held her down, and Laura’s tongue became bolder, probing and licking, swallowing down the mixed love juices. Vivette was thrashing around, her pelvis rocking, not sure if the sensations building up inside her were a continuation of her first orgasm, or the beginnings of a second but she knew that she couldn’t take any more. Gasping, almost sobbing, she pleaded with them to stop.
Georges relented, and released her, and she turned onto her side, her body languid, and every muscle at ease. She watched as her husband moved closer to Laura and they kissed, Georges’s tongue exploring the teenager’s mouth, and Vivette knew he tasted his own come, a taste he enjoyed.
As they relaxed on the blanket, Laura broke the silence, asking a question that she longed to know the answer to. She wanted to know what anal sex was like. Was it painful? She knew it looked incredibly erotic, but would she enjoy it?
‘Ah, cherie,’ replied Vivette, ‘with the right man, anything can be enjoyable.’
Laura knew, without being told, that a silent promise had been made. They planned to show her just how enjoyable it could be.
Georges had to return to Paris for a few days first though, and Laura thought that she would die of frustration. She and Vivette got along very well, and the older woman was making sure that she kept up to date with her college work, redoing her failed assignments, keeping her occupied until her work improved beyond recognition. The intellectual challenge took her mind off the coming weekend a little, but her body was yearning for it. Vivette had shown no signs of wanting Laura for herself, despite Laura’s hints.
It was though the older woman was determined to heighten the erotic tension by denying Laura any means of release, other than by herself. Laura was masturbating frequently in the privacy of her room, her fingers frantically playing with her clit, but it wasn’t the same. She needed someone else’s fingers on her, someone else’s fingers probing her pussy and a tongue licking at her clit.
One night, unable to sleep, she moved a hand down to her buttocks, and began to probe at her tight anus. It was closed tight, and she needed lubrication. Licking her fingertip, she tried again. This time she was able to ease her finger inside. It wasn’t painful, and she began to move it slowly, rotating in tiny circles, feeling the pressure. She realized she was holding her breath in anticipation. What would a cock feel like there?
Georges came home that weekend in good form; his business had gone well and he planned to take a few days off to spend with his guest. There was a holiday atmosphere in the house, a sense of anticipation and expectation. Laura knew what was going to happen, and she felt her stomach cramp in excitement at the thought of Georges cock buried deep in her bowels.
It happened that evening. Vivette had led Laura to the master bedroom where Georges was waiting. He was watching one of their videos, and Laura caught a glimpse of Georges thrusting into Paul on screen before he switched it off. She felt a peculiar twitch deep inside at the thought of seeing the two men together, but her attention was drawn by the erection Georges was already sporting-he had found the video as exciting as she had.
She quailed slightly-he looked so big; surely he wouldn’t just ram his cock into her? Then she was embraced by Vivette, and the sensation of the older woman’s body pressed against hers, and their mouths meeting, tongues entwining, relaxed her fears. Still embracing, the women fell onto the bed, their hands working eagerly, pulling off each others clothing. Vivette went quickly to the focus of Laura’s passion, fastening her mouth on the younger girl’s clit, licking steadily. Her fingers were probing her pussy, drawing out the moisture and spreading it over the girl’s lips, sliding up and down the hidden folds and crevices.