There was a warm feeling spreading through my body as I sat there, hands wrapped around the hot cup of coffee, trying to get my head around another working week in another country. The feeling pushed aside any Monday morning irritation As I flashed back to Sunday afternoon.

Simon and D had led me to the bedroom and we had all climbed on the bed together, the two men either side of me. Dan kissed me and I felt Simon pulling my skirt up and tugging at the pink satin panties I had specially put on early in anticipation of this. I lifed my ass and felt Simon remove them before feeling his finger on my clit and flicking playfully at my hole.

D pulled me gently to a sitting position and the two guys helped me out of my dress. I giggled, my heart pounding loudly at the excitement. Simon kissed me running his hand over my breast, pulling at my nipple and slipped my bra strap down my shoulder before unbuttoning his shirt.

D collapsed beside me on the bed in a haze of wine and the strong Belgian beer but I had become to focused on Simon to pay too much attention.

Simon undid his jeans his coarse wiry pubes and huge cock coming into view as he slowly undid the buttons of his jeans one by one in painful horny seduction.

I had this rule that when it came to threesomes with Simon I always put Dan first. It was silly I guess. Part deference to Dan being my boyfriend and part this feeling that it was the appropriate order of event, Simon being so much bigger than Dan was.

Simon removed his jeans, parted my legs and pulled me toward his now erect Prick. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, drawing him toward me and then reaching down and taking hold of his Cock, guided it to my soaking sex.

I felt my conscience crashing at the carrousel of Simons carnal desires, the Wurlitzer of desire I was now on and unwilling to get off. D slipped from the bed " Ill leave you two at it " he whispered.

I didn't hear the door click nor properly register his departure, I could feel Simon 'there' I groaned loudly as he pushed into me, felt my nails dig into his buttocks.

" Is he coming back " I murmered. Simon shook his head and I smiled and then cried out as his cock opened me, filled me.

Fuck the rules I thought

 

I squinted in the early Sunday morning light, the duvet wrapped snugly round my naked body. Salima was lying naked on her side propped up on one arm looking at me.

“wakey wakey sleepy head “ Salima's voice was soft, and warm in contrast to the slightly chilly sunday morning. I clenched the duvet.

“ Ive stoen the covers “ I whispered. Salima smiled warmly, gently pushing back the strands of hair which had fallen across my mouth.

“I was hot” she replied “ It happens at my age “ she laughed.

I opened my eyes fully and smiled. I could see the dark hair under her armpit and her large breasts. I looked down and caught a glimpse of the thick tangle of jet black pubic hair between her legs and that line of hair from her navel, thick almost like you might find on a guy .

I shut my eyes and thought about the previous night, how much I had enjoyed gazing at Salima's 'happy trail' the way it disappeared into her crisp white panty.

Salima was 49 although you wouln't have guessed, not even for a second

She leaned and kissed me, gently at first the more forecefully, our tongues over enthusiastic for the time of the day. Salima pulled the Duvet off me and paused.

“You are beautiful Rachel “ she smiled, running her her hand over my shoulders and breasts. I rolled on to my back and Salima cudded up next to me kissing my neck and sending shivers down my spine, her fingers playfully dancing across my tummy and playfully pulling at my pubes.

I parted my legs and felt her finger ever so gently opening me.

“ A lot of girls shave “ Salima said. I looked down as Salima unraveled a long strand of blonde hair before letting it go and slipping a finger back into my moist warmth.

“...But I'm not a girl” I moaned. I wanted to make love to Salima again. I took hold of the hand she had between my thighs forcing her to remain inside me so I could savour the sensation. I was 26 but it was all just numbers

“That's nice” I groaned.

Salima removed her finger and put it to her lips

“ How many young girls have you brought back here? “ I asked, propping myself up on my elbows

Salima didn't say anything. When she finally spoke it was to ask if I wanted to make love. Her voice seemed a little more matter of fact but I sensed that there wasn't anything more to be inferred from her tone.

“ Let us have breakfast first “ Salima said with a huge smile. She lent in and kissed me again, then breathing deeply she whispered in my eat “ You smell delicious “

No one had ever told me that I smelt delicious before. My heart started to skip, my head asking my soul how I had ended up in bed with someone so beautiful, my body wanting Salima more than anything else in the world

 

This story I read got me thinking about this position.

 

The first time we made love I realized why
I never prayed. One human can only say
Oh God so many times.