Off to London again, with friends xxx
This story relates to a trip I made to London with Mr Vaughn, Mr Manning and his wife Margaret. It must have been the late sixties when Mr Manning, who’d been in the RAF during the war had been invited to London, to be involved with a museum, the RAF were opening around that time, in Hendon.
We must have looked a bit of an odd quartet as we boarded the Ambassador coach in Bristol, for the journey up to the smoke, insomuch as that I was much younger than my other travelling companions, quite a bit in fact. Mr Vaughn was always usually smart and on this occasion he certainly was, as was Mr Manning who usually was ‘grubby’ and was the proverbial ‘dirty old man’ who your parents always warned you about, but this time actually looked very smart in a pinstriped suit. He wife Margaret always scrubbed up well and that day was no exception as she was wearing a very short red dress that just about showed off the tops of her black sheer stockings enhanced by a pair of high heeled stilettos. For a woman an in her early fifties, she did look hot.
I’m not sure why we went up on the coach as, in the past, when I’d gone to London before, we’d always gone on the train. The four of us sat in the back seats, myself by the window, next to Mr Vaughn, then Margaret and finally Mr Manning. Margaret was well aware, not only of her husbands dirty perversions, but also of Mr Vaughn’s ‘hold’ and his sexual mentoring over me. She also wasn’t averse to using me either and I had quite a few sexual trists with her in recent months, albeit in secret from her husband, Arthur.
I think we’d only got about as far as Chippenham before Mr Vaughn started getting ‘frisky’ inviting me to rub his cock outside his trousers before undoing his flies and forcing my hand in, to start wanking his cock. Of course that wasn’t enough for him and soon he had his large floppy cock out demanding I go down on him. Luckily the coach was only about half full and most of the other passengers were near the front of the coach and Margaret soon lent over telling me to be a good boy and help Mr Vaughn’s cock nicely and that she’d make sure the coast was clear for the pair of us. Mr Manning was always quite envious of the hold that Mr Vaughn had over me and wanted to share me but Margaret wasn’t having any of that and soon put him in his place.
I didn’t see much of the scenery going up and we must have been nearly to Reading before Mr Vaughn eventually spunked in my mouth, fucking loads, if I remember rightly. Margaret, who been encouraging the pair of us, dirty bitch that she was, was on hand with a handkerchief to clean up me and mr Vaughn’s cock, which was handy, as we soon pulled up for a refreshment break at a roadside cafe and I was able to use the toilet. This was just before the M4 opened all the way to London so a lot of the journey was on A roads. The toilets were out the back of the cafe and while I was washing my hands, there was a knock on the door and Margaret pushed her way in. She told me that, watching me pleasure Mr Vaughn, all that time had really got her juices up and that her cunt needed some cock, quick. Well I was barely hard, although I had been when sucking off Mr Vaughn, but by the time she’d got off her knickers, turned around and lent over the pan, which, strangely, I remember as being in the middle of the toilet, a long way from the wall mounted cistern. Odd!! I was soon up her cunt giving her a good seeing too and, probably due, in part to her making a fucking hell of a noise, I soon spunked my load up her. When the pair of us came out, a lorry driver was waiting to go in and as, it was fairly obvious what we’d been doing, chanced his luck and asked Margaret if she’d like a bit more? To which she replied “Fuck off”. I don’t think the pair of them realised what we’d been up to and the rest of the journey into London was quite uneventful apart from a very smug smiling Margaret and a definite smell of cunt and spunk on the back seats!!!
We were staying overnight with Mr Vaughn’s slightly younger brother Sid and his much younger wife Janet, who I’d stayed with before, when I’d come up to London previously. I liked Janet, a lot, and I knew what was in store for me, certainly in the sexual antics stakes, as I knew I’d be sleeping in her bed, if past visits were anything to go by. The large house, where they lived in was off Tottenham Court Road, and Janet was there to welcome us, a Sid, her husband worked nights and was in bed. Mr Manning went off to his meeting in Hendon on the tube and myself and Mr Vaughn went off, doing a bit of sightseeing leaving Janet and Margaret to get to know each other and do a bit of retail therapy, as we say nowadays.
We all were back at Sid’s house by about six o’clock that evening and after a lovely meal that Janet and Margaret had prepared, the older men, Sid had now joined us, announced that they were going into the centre of London for a drink, probably around Piccadilly Circus and wouldn’t be home until late. The men did ask if I wanted to come with them but both Janet and Margaret were quite insistent that they wanted me to stay home with them, which I was more than happy with. The three of them went off about eight ish and Janet told me that I was best off not going with them, as, if they were going to Piccadilly Circus, it was obvious they’d be picking up a couple of rent boys for sex. I must confess that, at that time, I didn’t know what a rent boy was but after they’d both explained it to me that a rent boy was a young boy who had sex with older men for money, I did sort of wish I’d gone with them, it would have been exciting and fun.
I soon forgot my disappointment, as Janet and Margaret, who’d obviously been discussing, not only me, but also their plans, for me, for the evening. The pair of them left me watching tv whilst they disappeared upstairs to the bedroom, retuning about thirty minutes later. It was plain to see where and what, certainly Margaret, had been out shopping for, as when they reappeared, they were both visions of sexual desire and beauty, my cock immediately springing into life and ram hard. Margaret looked amazing, like something out of a playboy magazine, a black waspie corset excentuating her waist and large breasts, which would have made Sabrina’s tits look small, black sheer stockings and a pair of six inch platform heels. Janet had done an amazing job on her hair and makeup too. For a woman in her early fifties she looked at least thirty years younger and the icing on the cake was that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, her cunt almost gaping in anticipation of what was about to enter her and quite pink. Janet, who was a good ten years younger, looked amazing too, wearing a shiny red latex cat suit that I’d fucked her in before, cut outs for her beautiful pert tits and a huge gash around her crutch exposing yet another wet, red and wet cunt begging for cock.
Back then, being only a teenager, I could certainly hold my own in the ‘stud stakes’ as, although I didn’t have a huge cock, not as big as a lot I’d seen or sucked, I wasn’t small, only about seven inches with a full hard on, but I did have good staying power and could fuck all night if I put my mind to it, well I did that night!!! The two women had been debating who was having me first and what they were going to do with me, although I also, got the distinct impression that a bit of playtime between the two girls was probably on the cards, as there was certainly a bit more than just friendship, between them, if I was reading the vibes coming off them.
Margaret, it turns out was first in line to be fucked by me, well actually, if you count the fuck in the cafe coming up, it was the second!! and with Janet watching and waiting, I was soon slipping into her juicy wet cunt, enjoying riding her whist she was spreadeagled on the settee. I think I’d mentioned in an earlier story regarding Janet, that she had a very large clit, which when she was aroused, looked like a small cock, which she loved having caressed and sucked. Well as she watched, legs, wide apart, on an armchair opposite, the clit was definitely enlarged, bigger and longer than I’d seen before not helped by the large glass dildo that she was thrusting up her cunt, which was about a foot long and a good two inches, at least, in diameter. Janet was certainly giving her cunt some wellie, with the dildo, as I was likewise giving Margaret’s cunt yet another good fucking, Margaret, as normal, making an awful lot of noise. I must have fucked Margaret for nearly an hour, neither of us, thankfully in my case, anywhere near cumming as, by now, I was desperate to have a go on Janet’s sopping cunt. I think Margaret could do with the rest, as she did look fucked, but not me and I was soon enjoying Janet’s very ‘warmed up ‘ pussy which, as always was a delightfully intense amazing fuck. I loved fucking Janet, never had a bad fuck from her!!!
I’d been savouring Janet’s cunt for a while, just a steady rhythmic action, taking my time when Margaret, refreshed now decided Janet needed a cunt to lick and lowered her pussy onto Janet’s face, who immediately stared tonguing her out, and the pair of them loving it. Janet loved it rather a lot, as, unusually for her, as she was like me, a bit of a stayer, she started to orgasm, shaking and plunging her tongue deep into Margaret’s pussy. It was all nearly too much for me too, but I held on, quickly pulling out my cock.
Margaret was well up for my cock again now and, spread eagled, like Janet, on the floor I was soon giving Margaret her third fuck of the day. Janet was soon doing exactly the same as Margaret had done to her, lowering her wet pussy onto Margaret, her clit, a good two or three inches extended out from her cunt like a small cock. I could hear Janet moaning as Margaret literally sucked her off and within ten minutes or so, I couldn’t hold back any longer, dumping a huge spunky load up Margaret’s cunt, before collapsing onto the settee.
The three of us were all pretty fucked out, although Janet was a bit peeved that she’d not had any spunk and complained, in a nice way, that she wished Margaret had shared a bit. It was now about eleven o’clock and after a nightcap off we went to bed and predictably Janet steered me into her bedroom, leaving Margaret to wait for Arthur to return, not that I suspected he ever fucked her much!!! I did drop off to sleep quite quickly especially as Janet snuggled into me but she did wake me about three in the morning as she was feeling randy, as she put it, so that was another session fucking Janet for an hour or so, didn’t mind though.
We all sheepishly appeared next morning, Mr Manning and Mr Vaughn with big smiles on their faces but not as big a smile as the two girls and me for that matter. Apparently they’d had a nice time in town, before Sid had had to leave them to go to work, but they were very vague on the detail of where they’d been or got up too!!!
We caught the coach at Victoria bus station and as it was even emptier than on the way up, so we could sit where we wanted. Well Mr Vaughn obviously wanted me next to him and, even before we’d left Slough, he’d got both his cock and mine out and we both spent a very pleasant journey home wanking and sucking each other off, Mr Vaughn spunking just as we came into Calne and me soon afterwards. Margaret must have still been a bit horny as, seeing the two of us enjoying ourselves in the seat opposite, got Arthur’s cock out, which I’ve said before was a whopper, and gave him a good wanking before getting him to fist her cunt before sucking him to completion, nearly choking on the amount of spunk exploding into her mouth. An excellent trip enjoyed by all, happy memories xxx
We must have looked a bit of an odd quartet as we boarded the Ambassador coach in Bristol, for the journey up to the smoke, insomuch as that I was much younger than my other travelling companions, quite a bit in fact. Mr Vaughn was always usually smart and on this occasion he certainly was, as was Mr Manning who usually was ‘grubby’ and was the proverbial ‘dirty old man’ who your parents always warned you about, but this time actually looked very smart in a pinstriped suit. He wife Margaret always scrubbed up well and that day was no exception as she was wearing a very short red dress that just about showed off the tops of her black sheer stockings enhanced by a pair of high heeled stilettos. For a woman an in her early fifties, she did look hot.
I’m not sure why we went up on the coach as, in the past, when I’d gone to London before, we’d always gone on the train. The four of us sat in the back seats, myself by the window, next to Mr Vaughn, then Margaret and finally Mr Manning. Margaret was well aware, not only of her husbands dirty perversions, but also of Mr Vaughn’s ‘hold’ and his sexual mentoring over me. She also wasn’t averse to using me either and I had quite a few sexual trists with her in recent months, albeit in secret from her husband, Arthur.
I think we’d only got about as far as Chippenham before Mr Vaughn started getting ‘frisky’ inviting me to rub his cock outside his trousers before undoing his flies and forcing my hand in, to start wanking his cock. Of course that wasn’t enough for him and soon he had his large floppy cock out demanding I go down on him. Luckily the coach was only about half full and most of the other passengers were near the front of the coach and Margaret soon lent over telling me to be a good boy and help Mr Vaughn’s cock nicely and that she’d make sure the coast was clear for the pair of us. Mr Manning was always quite envious of the hold that Mr Vaughn had over me and wanted to share me but Margaret wasn’t having any of that and soon put him in his place.
I didn’t see much of the scenery going up and we must have been nearly to Reading before Mr Vaughn eventually spunked in my mouth, fucking loads, if I remember rightly. Margaret, who been encouraging the pair of us, dirty bitch that she was, was on hand with a handkerchief to clean up me and mr Vaughn’s cock, which was handy, as we soon pulled up for a refreshment break at a roadside cafe and I was able to use the toilet. This was just before the M4 opened all the way to London so a lot of the journey was on A roads. The toilets were out the back of the cafe and while I was washing my hands, there was a knock on the door and Margaret pushed her way in. She told me that, watching me pleasure Mr Vaughn, all that time had really got her juices up and that her cunt needed some cock, quick. Well I was barely hard, although I had been when sucking off Mr Vaughn, but by the time she’d got off her knickers, turned around and lent over the pan, which, strangely, I remember as being in the middle of the toilet, a long way from the wall mounted cistern. Odd!! I was soon up her cunt giving her a good seeing too and, probably due, in part to her making a fucking hell of a noise, I soon spunked my load up her. When the pair of us came out, a lorry driver was waiting to go in and as, it was fairly obvious what we’d been doing, chanced his luck and asked Margaret if she’d like a bit more? To which she replied “Fuck off”. I don’t think the pair of them realised what we’d been up to and the rest of the journey into London was quite uneventful apart from a very smug smiling Margaret and a definite smell of cunt and spunk on the back seats!!!
We were staying overnight with Mr Vaughn’s slightly younger brother Sid and his much younger wife Janet, who I’d stayed with before, when I’d come up to London previously. I liked Janet, a lot, and I knew what was in store for me, certainly in the sexual antics stakes, as I knew I’d be sleeping in her bed, if past visits were anything to go by. The large house, where they lived in was off Tottenham Court Road, and Janet was there to welcome us, a Sid, her husband worked nights and was in bed. Mr Manning went off to his meeting in Hendon on the tube and myself and Mr Vaughn went off, doing a bit of sightseeing leaving Janet and Margaret to get to know each other and do a bit of retail therapy, as we say nowadays.
We all were back at Sid’s house by about six o’clock that evening and after a lovely meal that Janet and Margaret had prepared, the older men, Sid had now joined us, announced that they were going into the centre of London for a drink, probably around Piccadilly Circus and wouldn’t be home until late. The men did ask if I wanted to come with them but both Janet and Margaret were quite insistent that they wanted me to stay home with them, which I was more than happy with. The three of them went off about eight ish and Janet told me that I was best off not going with them, as, if they were going to Piccadilly Circus, it was obvious they’d be picking up a couple of rent boys for sex. I must confess that, at that time, I didn’t know what a rent boy was but after they’d both explained it to me that a rent boy was a young boy who had sex with older men for money, I did sort of wish I’d gone with them, it would have been exciting and fun.
I soon forgot my disappointment, as Janet and Margaret, who’d obviously been discussing, not only me, but also their plans, for me, for the evening. The pair of them left me watching tv whilst they disappeared upstairs to the bedroom, retuning about thirty minutes later. It was plain to see where and what, certainly Margaret, had been out shopping for, as when they reappeared, they were both visions of sexual desire and beauty, my cock immediately springing into life and ram hard. Margaret looked amazing, like something out of a playboy magazine, a black waspie corset excentuating her waist and large breasts, which would have made Sabrina’s tits look small, black sheer stockings and a pair of six inch platform heels. Janet had done an amazing job on her hair and makeup too. For a woman in her early fifties she looked at least thirty years younger and the icing on the cake was that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, her cunt almost gaping in anticipation of what was about to enter her and quite pink. Janet, who was a good ten years younger, looked amazing too, wearing a shiny red latex cat suit that I’d fucked her in before, cut outs for her beautiful pert tits and a huge gash around her crutch exposing yet another wet, red and wet cunt begging for cock.
Back then, being only a teenager, I could certainly hold my own in the ‘stud stakes’ as, although I didn’t have a huge cock, not as big as a lot I’d seen or sucked, I wasn’t small, only about seven inches with a full hard on, but I did have good staying power and could fuck all night if I put my mind to it, well I did that night!!! The two women had been debating who was having me first and what they were going to do with me, although I also, got the distinct impression that a bit of playtime between the two girls was probably on the cards, as there was certainly a bit more than just friendship, between them, if I was reading the vibes coming off them.
Margaret, it turns out was first in line to be fucked by me, well actually, if you count the fuck in the cafe coming up, it was the second!! and with Janet watching and waiting, I was soon slipping into her juicy wet cunt, enjoying riding her whist she was spreadeagled on the settee. I think I’d mentioned in an earlier story regarding Janet, that she had a very large clit, which when she was aroused, looked like a small cock, which she loved having caressed and sucked. Well as she watched, legs, wide apart, on an armchair opposite, the clit was definitely enlarged, bigger and longer than I’d seen before not helped by the large glass dildo that she was thrusting up her cunt, which was about a foot long and a good two inches, at least, in diameter. Janet was certainly giving her cunt some wellie, with the dildo, as I was likewise giving Margaret’s cunt yet another good fucking, Margaret, as normal, making an awful lot of noise. I must have fucked Margaret for nearly an hour, neither of us, thankfully in my case, anywhere near cumming as, by now, I was desperate to have a go on Janet’s sopping cunt. I think Margaret could do with the rest, as she did look fucked, but not me and I was soon enjoying Janet’s very ‘warmed up ‘ pussy which, as always was a delightfully intense amazing fuck. I loved fucking Janet, never had a bad fuck from her!!!
I’d been savouring Janet’s cunt for a while, just a steady rhythmic action, taking my time when Margaret, refreshed now decided Janet needed a cunt to lick and lowered her pussy onto Janet’s face, who immediately stared tonguing her out, and the pair of them loving it. Janet loved it rather a lot, as, unusually for her, as she was like me, a bit of a stayer, she started to orgasm, shaking and plunging her tongue deep into Margaret’s pussy. It was all nearly too much for me too, but I held on, quickly pulling out my cock.
Margaret was well up for my cock again now and, spread eagled, like Janet, on the floor I was soon giving Margaret her third fuck of the day. Janet was soon doing exactly the same as Margaret had done to her, lowering her wet pussy onto Margaret, her clit, a good two or three inches extended out from her cunt like a small cock. I could hear Janet moaning as Margaret literally sucked her off and within ten minutes or so, I couldn’t hold back any longer, dumping a huge spunky load up Margaret’s cunt, before collapsing onto the settee.
The three of us were all pretty fucked out, although Janet was a bit peeved that she’d not had any spunk and complained, in a nice way, that she wished Margaret had shared a bit. It was now about eleven o’clock and after a nightcap off we went to bed and predictably Janet steered me into her bedroom, leaving Margaret to wait for Arthur to return, not that I suspected he ever fucked her much!!! I did drop off to sleep quite quickly especially as Janet snuggled into me but she did wake me about three in the morning as she was feeling randy, as she put it, so that was another session fucking Janet for an hour or so, didn’t mind though.
We all sheepishly appeared next morning, Mr Manning and Mr Vaughn with big smiles on their faces but not as big a smile as the two girls and me for that matter. Apparently they’d had a nice time in town, before Sid had had to leave them to go to work, but they were very vague on the detail of where they’d been or got up too!!!
We caught the coach at Victoria bus station and as it was even emptier than on the way up, so we could sit where we wanted. Well Mr Vaughn obviously wanted me next to him and, even before we’d left Slough, he’d got both his cock and mine out and we both spent a very pleasant journey home wanking and sucking each other off, Mr Vaughn spunking just as we came into Calne and me soon afterwards. Margaret must have still been a bit horny as, seeing the two of us enjoying ourselves in the seat opposite, got Arthur’s cock out, which I’ve said before was a whopper, and gave him a good wanking before getting him to fist her cunt before sucking him to completion, nearly choking on the amount of spunk exploding into her mouth. An excellent trip enjoyed by all, happy memories xxx
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