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tongue began to probe her tiny sphincter.
    Then he was moving behind her. Somehow he had managed to extricate his cock from Lisa’s luscious mouth and was easing the huge head inside Janet’s soaking sex-lips. He slid his full length deep into her and she felt his thick stalk throb within her hot sheath. She came with a suddenness that surprised even her and she bit hard into the pillow. Her entire body trembled as Paul began to fuck her, gently at first then with increasing force and rapidity She sensed him ease a finger into her anus, then something that felt quite different. He was now easing the vibrator into her tight little hole whilst, at the same time, continuing to shag her mercilessly. The buzzing started and it tickled her at first, but then tremors of excitement began to course through her loins. Paul held himself still with his long cock firmly embedded inside her cunt. It was clear that he was enjoying the vibrating sensation as much as she was.
    Lisa and Mike moved from the bed and out of her line of vision. ‘Oh, my God,’ breathed Paul, ‘your friend’s licking my backside now. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.’ Janet looked over her shoulder to see Lisa kneeling on the bed and assiduously running her tongue over Paul’s bottom. Mike was now standing at the foot of the bed on the floor, once more plundering the succulent depths of Lisa’s pussy and completing the chain of sublime over-indulgence.
    Paul was the first to surrender to the inevitable. He gave a long, low groan and gripped Janet’s thighs tightly with his cock rammed into her as far as it would go. She felt it stretch and seem to become even harder against her oozing flesh. Then she felt it pulse again and again and she heard him gasp. She stiffened her inner muscles to grip him tightly as he filled her with his hot seed. Her actions caused her to rise quickly to the edge of her own orgasm. She felt Paul slowly easing the vibrator from inside her bottom and the combination of the extreme sensations took her over into blissful release.
    Paul began to pound heavily into her again and knocked her flat on her stomach. He lay on her lithe, little body and fucked her harder than she could remember being fucked until, gradually, he slowed his pace until he stopped.
    They lay still for a few minutes. Paul’s slowly wilting cock still beat inside her, albeit with less and less frequency. Janet always loved this time, the few precious moments when lust is sated and lovers caress each other with genuine tenderness. Lisa and Mike disappeared into the bathroom, no doubt to continue their mutual delights in the bath or shower.
    Paul eased himself from within her and rolled over on to his back. Janet turned over and raised herself on her elbow, then kissed him lightly on the lips. He gazed adoringly into her soft, brown eyes.
    ‘Welcome to Grantham Manor,’ he breathed.

Three
    LISA OPENED HER eyes slowly as the heat of the morning sun eased her back into consciousness. The gentle throbbing between her legs reminded her of the previous night’s excesses. She pulled herself up on the pillows, half sitting, half lying, and looked around the room. Janet had gone, as had the two young men; what were their names? Pete? No, Paul, that’s it, and Mike. She closed her eyes and dreamily remembered their superb, athletic bodies and some of their shared delights. For such young men they certainly knew what they were doing.
    She slipped from the huge bed and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside, she quickly squatted over the toilet and began to pee. The urgent, warm torrent reawakened the nerve-endings of her sex in the most pleasurable of ways and stung her raw flesh slightly. She sighed. It had been quite a night.
    The job completed, she washed herself between her legs then smoothed her depilatory cream over and around her sex-lips. The coolness of the balm soothed her. She’d lost count of the number of times that Paul and Mike had slipped