Boy-Boy-Girl

Peter smiled broadly. "I could do you while you do Veevee?"

"Sure," Hank said. "Your dad likes to pork my ass when I'm doing your mom. I've done him a few times too when he's been doing your mom or Veevee. It's a tighter fit getting me in, but he has an easier time staying hard."

Veevee said, "I don't suppose you brought a ring, Hank?"

"Nope, didn't think of it. Should I run back to our cabin?" Hank said.

"Just a sec, hon, maybe we can improvise," Veevee said. "Sandy dear, may we borrow your panties if you're done with them?" Veevee asked. Sandy's green cotton bikini panties lay wadded on the floor. "They might get wet or dirty, so think first."

Sandy laughed. "Nobody's ever asked to borrow my panties for a cock ring," she said. "Sure, just show me how it's done."

"Sit down and spread your legs, Hank," Veevee said. He sat next to Peter on the couch. "Scoot your butt a little forward there," she directed. "Okay, Sandy, basically you want the elastic wrapped round a few times under his balls." She passed Hank's penis through the waistband and one of the leg holes, making sure to tuck his balls through. She gave the green panties a half twist and passed her husband's penis through one more time, then again. "Put your fingers underneath here."

Hank felt Sandy's fingers slide in beside Veevee's on the root of his cock.

"You can feel it's a little loose," Veevee said. "Let's give it another twist." Veevee pulled on the loose side, half-twisted it and passed it over Hank's erect cock and down over his balls. "Now it's kind of snug but not really tight," Veevee said. "There's enough give to get your fingers in. So that might be enough. Now look at Hank's cock. You see the veins are standing out, and the head is a little bigger?"

"Yeah, especially the veins," Sandy said. "And his whole dick looks a little bigger. As if you weren't big enough already, Hank."

Hank laughed. "Sweet-talker. Actually I wouldn't mind being a little smaller sometimes. Pete's dad gets in places I can't," he said. "I'm happy Pete takes after his dad."

Peter laughed nervously, but his erection was still firm.

"Don't worry, Pete," Hank said. "I need to get porked now and then or they take my switch hitter card away. I'm glad to start back up taking your dick rather than one like mine."

"You're always a good fit for me, Hank," Veevee said. "So Sandy, you see that shows it's enough, with your panties three times round under his balls, he should be able to stay hard. Even with your young man, ahem, porking his ass. And that'll make me happier, since my pussy has her name on that hard-on."

Sandy laughed.

"But she won't object if you-all want to help warm him up," Veevee said.

"I'm pretty warm already," Hank said. "How about you, Vee?"

"I wouldn't object to a little warm-up," Veevee said.

"Oh, can I?" Sandy asked. She licked her lips.

"I'd be pleased, honey," Veevee said. "Having a girl kissing up on Miss Francy always makes me feel like a queen." She sat down on the couch with her knees apart and put her hands under her breasts. "Gentlemen, would you care to pay the girls some attention?"

Hank and Peter arranged themselves on either side of Veevee.

"C'mon, give me a kiss first," Veevee said. "Peter?"

Hank watched as his wife kissed the young man, taking the lead with her tongue and teasing his mouth open until he responded in kind. Hank gently massaged her breast, making sure to stroke the sensitive skin in the fold underneath. He took Peter's aimless hand and cupped it onto Veevee's other breast. Peter squeezed and stroked, using firm pressure but not mauling her. Hank smiled to see Peter wasn't a complete novice.

Hank leaned forward and nibbled Veevee's earlobe. She moaned into Peter's mouth as Hank applied his tongue around her sensitive ear curves and underneath, on the smooth skin of her neck. He looked down at Sandy, who was kneeling between Veevee's spread legs, but was only touching tentatively, stroking Veevee's thighs with her fingertips. Hank pointed at Veevee's golden bush and said, "Miss Francy needs a kiss."

Sandy's head bent toward Veevee's mons, her mouth seeking Veevee's cleft. Her sun-streaked blonde hair spilled across Veevee's thighs. Hank could see from the purposeful motion of her head that Sandy was no novice either.

Veevee's moans rose in pitch. She trembled against her three pleasurers. Hank dove down and sucked in a nipple. Veevee released Peter's lips and arched her neck back. Peter moved his mouth down to replace his hand.

After a few minutes, Veevee let out her breath in a quick sigh and put a hand on Sandy's cheek, guiding her up Veevee's body. Peter and Hank withdrew to let Sandy rest atop Veevee's chest, breasts to breasts. The two women kissed, Veevee licking her own juices from Sandy's lips.

Hank moved down toward Veevee's bush, pausing to give Sandy's golden-tanned buttock a kiss hello. Peter copied his motion on the other side. Hank inhaled the scent from Sandy's damp pussy lips, the sharp, womanly scent reminding him of her big sister Peggy.

"I love you, Miss Francy," Hank murmured, and bent to kiss his wife's vulva. Her curly bush brushed his nose and lips, and he felt Sandy's saliva dampening Veevee's labia. He parted her swollen lips with his tongue to taste her special, salt-sweet, fragrant taste. Hank's wife knew her pussy tasted good, and had no shame in using it in her favor. Veevee loved to tease him with a Francy-flavored finger across his upper lip, even in public. Or she'd rub her scent behind her ears, or into the back of her hand or the sleeve of her blouse. He felt Veevee tremble under him, her thighs quivering as she kissed up at Sandy.

Miss Francy was a friendly, outgoing girl, and loved to be kissed and tickled. And especially to entertain gentlemen callers. Dozens of eager penises had romped in her parlor and paid tribute, and her adventures often starred in Hank's own masturbation fantasies. He trailed his tongue around her lips and curves, sucking up her sweetness, stretching and separating the labia, tugging at the firmly swollen clitoris. Veevee sighed with pleasure.

Hank leaned back. "Your turn, Pete," he said. As Peter leaned forward to lick Veevee's puss, Hank stood up to look for the lube and towels. He found a small individual tube of lubricant on a side table, broke off the tip and inserted it in his anus. A squeeze shot a splash of cool, slippery lube into his ass, and the final drops went round the outside. He adjusted Sandy's green panties around his cock root, checking the tightness. It was enough to swell him up a bit, but not too tight for a while. He made sure a couple of towels were near at hand and pumped a small pool into his palm. "Okay, Pete, I'm going to lube your cock," he said. "You'll want to add more before you get in me," he said.

"Mmm-hhhmm," Peter mumbled into Veevee's labia.

Hank slicked lube up and down Peter's latex-covered shaft. He felt Peter's penis swell in his hand. Then he turned his attention to his wife. Hank spread Veevee's legs more widely. He looked under Peter's chin and throat, working with his oral attentions to Veevee's pussy, and traced her moist cleft down. He pulled the flesh to one side and admired his wife's anus, the crinkled ring a deeper pink than the smooth pale skin of her buttocks. "And I love you too, Miss Rosy," he whispered. "I'm glad Veevee likes me to play with you."

Miss Rosy was more shy and retiring than Miss Francy, and entertained gentlemen more rarely. She demanded gentleness and respect. Yet she loved to play with a few good friends, Hank chief among them. And Peter's father Jim was a repeat caller, his penis's slim profile and quick trigger being attractive features.

He wondered if Miss Rosy would enjoy a tongue or a finger, or whether it would be too much sensation for Veevee with Peter and Sandy there too. Maybe it was time for Hank to mount his wife and for Peter to mount Hank as planned.