It Happened Again/Chapter Two

It Happened Again

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Chapter Two

The anticipation of the upcoming sleep over was almost palpable. It was all Sandy and Jess could talk about when we were together. It also gave me a great deal of insight into the workings of the feminine mind. Of course, I knew events needed to planned out to minimize little hitches and unforeseen events. But, this was a sleep over. How much planning should that entail?

After the two revealed their hidden agenda, I realized the delicacy of the situation. I would be happy just to peek at them while they watched porn and rubbed themselves. But, Sandy and Jess wanted to organize a banquet and I was the entree; or at least part of me was.

Jess spoke for her friends to an extent, but didn’t know how they would react if a real, live man with a hard cock was brought into the picture. Would it scare them, or would they all join in out curiosity? Maybe, just maybe, they would get so excited they wouldn’t be able to resist the invitation to participate.

The scenarios presented so far, included exposing me accidentally, or enticing the girls to spy on me while I was unawares and doing something they have never seen before, i.e.: probably real live wanking in the flesh. Then, we needed to incite them to be really naughty and invite me in so I could give them a hands on live show. What actually transpired was a bit different.

Of course, Sandy wanted to be included. You must realize that she loves to play with girls and I shivered at the prospect of watching her play with them. She wanted to be the naughty mum who encouraged them at first, but couldn’t resist joining the fun. Need be, it had to appear normal and quite natural. However, I wasn’t sure how natural it would be, because I didn’t believe it was normal for a mum to frig herself with a bunch of girls and then play with them while they watched porn.

The girls already knew Sandy was ‘wicked kewl’, she was alright in their book, especially since she allowed them to watch porn during sleep overs, but she had never actively participated with them before. However, she enjoyed peeking at them though; without their knowledge. The question arose if there should be more than one sleep over to set the stage and break ground, so to speak, or simply come up with a simple plan and ad lib?

We decided to play it by ear and ad lib as things developed. It sounded feasible to me and I was all for it, plus it garnered willy’s full support. I certainly hoped he didn’t show off too much before the main event started because he tended to get a little too happy, too fast, in some instances.

On the faithful Friday afternoon of the big sleep over, Miranda took the bus with Jess and they both ended up in my office. Jess showed her to the tea room and came back to give me my kiss. She was so excited, she shivered like a leaf, mashed her quivering wet lips against mine, and then told me, “Come back and have your tea with us in a bit.”

Miranda was kind of plain looking and her milky white skin showed in stark relief to her mid-back length, pitch black hair. She looked almost ghostly except for her bright pink lips and it caused me to reflect on other pink parts which I would like to see. Her eyes were so dark a brown they were almost black and reflected like a mirror.

“May I join you lovely ladies while I have my tea?” I asked, as I took a chair next to Jess. She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “The seat of my dress is soaked,” and then pulled away with a cheery little smile on her face.

“Well, Jess, aren’t you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend?”

“Oops… Charles this is one of my best mates, Miranda. Don’t call her that, just Randie,” then muttered under her breath, “With an i and e, not r-a-n-d-y like I am this very minute.”

Randie heard her, stomped her foot and held a hand against her mouth to restrain a laugh, while she held the other out to me. I kissed her hand and told her, “It’s my pleasure. I love randy girls.”

Her eyes widened with the implication and I could see a little devil spring up behind them. Then she whispered in Jessica’s ear, “He’s so sexy.”

As soon as I sat down, Jessica’s hand wandered into my lap in search of a tent, and whispered in my ear, “Can we sneak away for a minute or two?”

I whispered back, “I’ll try.”

Then Sandy joined us and asked, “I hope Jess has made introductions?”

“Yes, mum.”

“How would you girls like for me to invite Charles over for dinner?”

There followed a resounding “YES!” That rattled my ear drums a bit, and I offered, “It would be my pleasure to join you. Should I bring wine?”

“That’s a lovely idea. Bring enough that we can get a little pissed.”

“I will and I may bring enough to get very pissed; if you’re a taker. Would you mind keeping Randie company for a bit. I need to show Jess to my office. We won’t be long.”

Jess didn’t wait for an answer but grabbed my hand and dragged me by the heals, quickly latched the door and jumped into my arms and told me, “I wouldn’t have survived a moment longer,” and then gave me a pucker before she crouched over the chair and flipped her skirt up.

It was good to be back on schedule. I’m afraid Misses Palm did not do as thorough a job this morning as I expected. As soon as I slid my cock into the girl’s warm, willing and very tight receptacle, the hot thing came to life. My girl’s cunny had one mission, and that was to dispatch my sperm as quickly as possible. Which was good this time because we needed to hurry about our business.

She bit into her hand to suppress a squeal as I plowed into her juicy little slot and her first orgasm struck before I was fully planted. After those little fingers inside her went to work on me, I barely managed to hold out for another minute. It was her second orgasm that followed on the heals of first that released my pent up load and painted the inside of her tube.

We quickly mopped up and trotted back to the tea room but froze when we entered. Sandy had blatantly started the evening’s festivities a bit early and her hand was hard at work under Randie’s skirt. The girl obviously enjoyed it the way her head was thrown back in obvious pleasure.

Jess pulled me from the doorway and whispered, “It appears she started without us.”

My mind melted into mush with the live Sappho action and stirred old willy to shoot down my trouser leg. Jess rubbed her hand over the bulge while her mum brought the girl to a convulsing orgasm and I almost lost it when I saw her pull her wet fingers out of the girl and lick them.

“Oh, dear,” I thought, “This will be a pleasant evening, indeed.”

The plan was, I should bring an overnight kit and arrive precisely at five, unannounced, while the girls were deeply absorbed in their porno film and supper would be very late. I was to join the girls on the sofa and enjoy the film with them so I could gauge their reaction while I was around. Jess was to steer away from me at first, act neutral and not display any undue affection.

It sounded alright to me and since Jess had thoroughly emptied my balls, I believed I could manage a good measure of control. At least that’s what I counted on. Things could easily change and I hope the girls had a contingency plan.

At the stroke of five, my knuckles brushed the door and almost rapped Jess’s forehead when she flung it open before I could knock. Two of her friends stared at me with rabbit eyes. Since moans and groans and slapping body parts were evident in the background, Jess quickly lowered the volume.

Sandy rushed to the door, took the wine bottles from me, gave me a little peck on the lips, and then announced in an exaggerated voice, “Charles, how nice of you to join us. Supper will be late so enjoy the film with the girls.”

Jess wandered back to lounge and the only one of the three guests that did not try to hide their head was Randie, who’s eyes lit up because she was happy to see me. However, when I looked at her the image that came to mind was her face in the throws of orgasm. So, Sandy escorted me to the lounge and before she seated me, instructed Jess, “Introduce your friends,” and then carried the wine into the kitchen.

Then, Jess dragged Randie over to me. In as straight and level a voice as she could muster, she pointed and said, “You know Randie. Monica is the one in the yellow dress with all the freckles and Heather is the shy one that is trying to hide behind the sofa.”

Randie held her hand out to me, and moaned when I took it, and then I told her in a low voice, “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” and then to the room, “Hiya Monica and Heather! I’m joining you until supper is ready. What kind of film are you watching?”

Which was a stupid question. The girl on the screen seriously attempted to force a twelve inch cock down her throat. Randie tittered a little and when I sat down, then she flopped beside me, and mumbled, “It’s a porn film,” and took my hand.

I tried to appear surprised and answered, “I thought it looked like one.”

Jess sat on the floor between my leg while her friends tried to act natural, but they had a hard time doing it. The girl on the screen pulled the cock out of her throat long enough for it to squirt an enormous quantity of semen into her face, and Randie exclaimed to the room, “Did you see that?”

Titters erupted from Jess and then they traveled to Monica but we didn’t hear anything from Heather who was still laying low. I added, “That was amazing… err, I’ve never seen so much come out before.”

All eyes were on me, including Heather’s, who peeked over the arm of the sofa. They all waited with bated breath for me to clarify or add to my remark, but I acted dumb and added, “It’s true.”

I believe I may have broken some of the ice because the tension visibly eased in room and Heather climbed over the sofa and sat next to Monica.

The next scene showed a muscular young man who sported at least a nine incher and after a quick little snog with a small Asian girl, who was probably in her late teens to early twenties, he easily plugged her little fanny hole. We watched her tiny hole stretch and wrap itself around the massive cock as it was buried inside the girl. For a moment, the silence was tangible as all of the eyeballs bulged and chins dropped in the room, and then Randie shared, “I can’t believe she could fit that thing inside her.”

Then everyone in the room nodded their head at the same time in agreement, and I added, “Yeah, she probably feels like he stuck a log in her.”

Randie tittered and then Jess added, “Look at her face. I bet she likes it.”

“No way,” Heather popped in.

“I’d let him do me. It stretches, you know,” Monica chimed.

“That’s a lot of stretching,” Randie observed.

“Should I say something naughty now?” I whispered in Jessica’s ear.

“I think you should,” she whispered back.

Randie eyed us after the exchange and asked in a low voice, “Do you think I would stretch that much?”

A strong vision of Randie’s melting features while slipped my cock inside her came to mind and I thought, “She might be willing to try,” but I audibly added, “I’ll bet it feels getting stretched like that.” She glanced up at my remark and gave me sly little smile, which only increased the size of the lump in my pants.

By this time, Randie had stopped watching the screen and started watching my tent. Every time she saw a little twitch, she jumped. While I carefully watched her face, I gave my cock a squeeze and her eyes bulged, while she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She had a question in her eyes when she caught my stare, so I nodded. Then, of its own volition, her hand crept over to my thigh and I laid it over my tent.

Monica noticed from across the room and Jess saw where her eyes were pointed, so she turned around and tried not to giggle. She gently lifted her friend’s hand and whispered, “Trust me,” before she fished me out of my trousers and then laid her friend’s hand over my bare cock.

The girl went fish eyed when her hand made contact with me, but she didn’t try to pull away, but gently closed her fingers my girth and I groaned, “That feels so nice.”

“Bugger,” I thought, as Sandy walked into the room which scared Randie and quickly pulled her hand away and left me throbbing, so I quickly tucked myself in.

Then the announcement came, “Pause the film, supper is served.”

I was the last to leave the room and Sandy pulled me aside and asked, “Did I see Randie’s hand on your cock?” I nodded and kissed her lips, then put my arm around her waist and escorted her to the kitchen.

End Chapter Two

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