British Girls Get CFNM Entertainment Pt. 2


Continued from part 1 HERE.
We led him to the bathroom and switched on the shower. He said he wanted to pee. We told him to go ahead and brazenly watched him as he did so, a golden stream cascading from the hole that was still wet with sperm. We put him under the shower and made him wash every inch of his body. Just as he was about to wash his anus, Jo told him to stop. She got him to bend and soaped up a flannel. While two of us held his butt cheeks wide apart, Jo painstakingly washed his sphincter and crack. Again and again, she applied the flannel then told him to shower off. He did so and then dried himself. I fished a clean white thong from his bag and told him to put it on. It looked great on him, so bright against his deep golden tan. We escorted him back to the living-room so attired.

Jo ordered some pizzas and we all sat around talking. About twenty minutes later, the pizzas arrived and Jo, to our utter amazement, dared Dick to answer the door with her. To our even greater amazement, he agreed. I went with the two of them, excited beyond belief. Jo opened the front door. The pizza guy was standing on the landing outside – early twenties, quite good-looking, tight jeans, motorcycle helmet, leather jacket. His mouth opened in disbelief. Finally, he mumbled something about pizzas. Jo told Dick to fetch her bag from the living-room. He turned and walked away, his bare ass staring us in the eye.

'That's Dick,' Jo explained to the pizza guy. 'He stripped for us earlier. Tossed himself off. We actually saw him come. Twice. Can you believe that?'

The pizza guy grinned idiotically, but said nothing.

'Sperm gushing out of his hole,' Jo continued. 'Fantastic. Fucking fantastic.'

Don't forget the spanking we gave him,' I said.

'And the one Abby gave you,' Jo added.

I turned crimson. Luckily, Dick returned at this point. Jo paid the pizza guy and he left.

'I told him all about you,' Jo said to Dick.

'I know,' he said. 'We all heard.' And then he laughed.

We ate the pizzas, drank a little wine and chatted about his and that. That, mostly. At all events, the time passed very pleasantly. Sometimes we got Dick to parade around in his thong, get down on all fours and so on and so forth, but generally we just talked. After about an hour and a half, the doorbell rang. Jo answered it. To my surprise, she returned with the pizza guy.

'This guy delivered our pizzas,' Jo explained. 'He's just gone off duty. He wonders if he can join the party.'

We were speechless.

'Which of course he can,' Jo roundly declared. 'But to make Dick more comfortable,' she added over her shoulder, 'you'd better strip down to your underwear.'

'Sure,' the pizza guy replied. His name turned out to be Mark.

He stood in the centre of the room and took off his leather jacket. Next went his boots and T-shirt. His chest, like Dick's was quite muscular, but, unlike Dick's, entirely hairless. The contrast was somehow arousing. He unzipped his jeans and lowered them. His prick was encased in a tiny black leather pouch, which was supported by the narrowest of waistbands. We were speechless. Hadn't he said he'd come straight from work? He stepped out of his jeans and turned round – and yes, it was a leather g-string. His buttocks were taut and shapely. The understrap turned out to be as narrow as the waistband.

'Christ!' said Jo, unable to contain herself. 'Do you mean to say you've been working in that?'

'Why not?' Mark asked.

'So when you saw Dick earlier on,' I chipped in, 'you must have thought "Little do they know!"'

'Something like that.'

'Guys,' I suddenly announced out of the blue, 'I'd like to give a little anatomy lesson. If you'd oblige…'

I stood facing the rest of the women, Mark on my right, Dick on my left. I was deliciously conscious of their near nakedness next to my clothing.

'You will notice,' I observed, adopting a comically pompous lecturer's voice, 'that Dick's chest' (which I fondled) 'is quite hairy, whereas Mark's' (which I also fondled) 'is not. Let us make some further comparisons. Dick is wearing a cotton thong, Mark a leather g-string. Dick's thong is quite stretchy.'

I grabbed the waistband at each hip and pulled it high up his sides. His prick and balls were pulled tight, and I imagined the sensation in his anus. I returned the thong to its more orthodox position. Dick adjusted himself.

'Mark's g-string, I venture to suggest,' I continued, 'is not stretchy at all.'

I experimented and was proved correct. 'On the other hand,' I went on, 'the pouch of Mark's g-string' (which I deftly touched) 'is more rounded and bulging in nature than that of Dick's thong' (which was also touched) – 'a fact which I'm sure a sideways view will confirm.'

I turned the men sideways on and allowed the women to observe the accuracy of my description.

'And now, gentlemen, if you will kindly turn your backs to us.'

They did so.

'Note that the thong has a y-shaped back, whereas the g-string has virtually no back at all. Note also that Dick's rear is slightly hairy, whereas Mark's is as smooth as alabaster. Dick's ass is suntanned, which proves he must sunbathe in a thong, whereas Mark clearly sunbathes in something slightly but not hugely more substantial.'

I indicated the smallish triangle of white flesh on Mark's rear.

'Both, however, are agreeably taut and shapely.'

And I patted both pairs of buttocks to reinforce the point.

'Now kindly plant your feet wide apart and bend over, grasping the backs of your calves, if you will.'

They carried out my request. I pulled Dick's buttocks wide apart.

'As you see, Dick's understrap is reasonably ample,' I pointed out. I then pulled Mark's buttocks wide apart. 'Whereas Mark's is quite thin. We can just see the very edges of his anus.'

I allowed the women to look for some time and then got the guys to stand up and face the front once more.

'Now,' I said, 'we move on to the penis.'

And with that, I lowered Dick's thong.

'This, of course, we are already familiar with, but this' (and I lowered Mark's g-string) 'we are not. Hmm. Both men have the faintest beginnings of an erection. Both are uncircumcised. Similar length. Dick may just have the edge in that department, but there isn't much in it. Dick's pubic hair has been cropped. His balls are shaven. Mark's hair has likewise been cropped, and if I just lift this up here…Ah yes. As I thought. He too has shaven balls. Now, talking of balls, Dick, as we know, has recently ejaculated. Twice. Whereas Mark, as far as we know, has not. Can we tell? Well, yes, I believe we can.'

I pulled back Dick's foreskin.

'As you see, Dick's glans is a little raw and still quite red. Mark's?'

And I pulled back his foreskin.

'No, I don't believe he has been playing with himself today. And indeed, how could he have been, while delivering pizzas?'

General laughter.

'Now, gentlemen, if you could just adopt that position again, we will pleasantly move on to the anus.'

Again, they bent over and grasped their calves. I pulled Dick's butt cheeks wide apart.

'You may remember that Dick's anus is quite dark and quite large. And note the puckered texture.'

I fingered it. Then I opened Mark's buttocks.

'Ah! Most interesting.' I said. 'Somewhat smaller and decidedly pink! And – gentlemen, could you hold your cheeks apart. Thank you. And yes. Look. Dick's balls hang somewhat lower than Mark's.'

I left them in that position for about a minute so that the women could feast their eyes.

'Now, gentlemen,' I said at last, 'please face your audience. It's time to see you erect. We'd be grateful if you could do the necessary.'

The two guys fondled and manipulated themselves and their penises excitingly sprang to life. It's impossible to put into words the unbelievable thrill of seeing them standing there, so thoroughly exposed and so utterly aroused, side by side.

'Yes,' I said. 'Dick is marginally bigger than Mark, but Mark, being the younger man, is more upright.'

And it was true. Dick's prick jutted out in front of him, slightly above the horizontal, and required regular manual attention to remain so. Mark's, on the other hand, practically stood to attention, and remained so without coaxing. The guy was clearly having the time of his life.

'Now,' I said, 'let us check out their powers of lubrication.'

I stood next to Dick and gently squeezed his glans, tapping a few times at its cleft. The other women knelt in front of him as close as they could get. A small drop of pre-cum winked from the eye of his penis. We moved on to Mark, whose glans I similarly ministered to. Different story. A much more generous supply deliciously wept out onto his glans, where it glistened brightly. We studied it long and hard, scarcely able to resist the temptation to engulf his penis in our mouths.

'Okay, boys,' I said. 'Please masturbate. Masturbate to completion, if you will.'

To our delight, the two guys at once began to jerk off slowly.

'Remarkable,' I said. 'Their techniques are practically identical. It must be passed on in the genes.'

Everyone laughed.

The two guys gave us a wonderful display, now jerking off with their fists, now their thumbs and forefingers. Now they concentrated on the shaft of their dicks, now the glans. Sometimes they stopped to fondle and squeeze their helmets, pinching and tapping the sensitive area round the ridge and in the cleft. Sometimes they transferred their attentions to their balls. And then they were jerking off with a steady rhythm again. We watched them, mesmerised.

'The final comparison, of course,' I said, 'will be the time it takes to reach climax. And undoubtedly it can be made in advance. Mark will surely come first, since Dick has already come twice today.'

And needless to say, so it proved. Mark was soon pumping himself wildly and uncontrollably, moaning loudly, his cheeks and neck deeply flushed. Suddenly, he stopped and grunted. We stared at the eye of his dick, and sure enough, a great jet of sperm suddenly gushed forth from the hole. It splattered over Angie's T-shirt. She shrieked. Further jets pumped out as Mark shuddered and swore in ecstasy. I looked at his face. His head was back, his eyes closed, his nostrils dilated. His tongue was playing round his lips. More sperm landed on Angie's chest, some fell back on Mark's hand. Finally, he was spent.

Dick went on much longer and produced only a small quantity of sperm when he finally came.

'Do you know,' I said as we watched him come, 'I don't think that was the final comparison.'

And with that, I promptly knelt down in front of Dick and took his penis into my mouth. I licked and slurped loudly. Dick protested, clearly sensitive after coming. I released him.

'Salty. Very pungent,' I said. 'Mature and robust.'

I shuffled along to Mark, whose post-tumescent penis soon regained its erection in my hands. A fair quantity of sperm still clung to his glans. I took it into my mouth, sucking and licking and slurping brazenly. Mark moaned.

'Mmm,' I observed. 'Salty, of course, but slightly less so. Equally pleasant in its way.'

We spread more towels on the floor and got the two guys to sit on them. We too sat down, blatantly staring at their plump but post-tumescent pricks. We talked for a while, sometimes asking them to adopt various positions, which they happily did. We discussed which poses would be sexiest if photographed, what angle worked best, and so on.

We asked the two guys what sort of porn they enjoyed. Dick liked just about anything but, not surprisingly, particularly enjoyed CFNM scenarios. He also liked videos in which solo women got themselves off with vibrators. Mark liked group sex videos, especially if they featured multiple simultaneous penetration. I shuddered in disgust.

Jo slipped from the room and returned with a fattish vibrator. I thought she was going to act out Dick's fantasy, but not a bit of it.

'Talking of penetration,' she said to Mark, 'it's time we penetrated you.'

'What do you mean?' he asked.

'It's time we pleasured your anus.'

'No thanks,' he said. 'I'm not into that.'

'Have you tried it?'


'So how can you possibly know you aren't into it? I'm afraid I must insist. You must find out.'

We got Mark onto his hands and knees and lowered his chest to the floor. We pulled his knees wide apart. His little pink sphincter twitched as he clenched his buttocks.

'Just relax,' said Jo, as she fondled his balls gently and reassuringly. His erection soon returned.

Jo coated the vibrator with KY jelly. She also squirted a great globule of the stuff onto Mark's sphincter. Then she massaged his sphincter slowly and lasciviously. On and on she went as Mark wriggled in ecstasy. Finally, she inched the vibrator towards him and tapped his hole with it several times.

'Ah no, ah no,' he moaned, 'please don't.'

Jo slowly pushed the tip of the vibrator into his hole. Mark gasped. His pink sphincter stretched tight round the tip. Slowly but relentlessly, Jo inched the vibrator into his anus, stretching his sphincter more and more. It was fantastic to observe, at incredibly close range, the slippery metal sliding against that sensitive pink membrane. Only when the vibrator was deep inside his anus did Jo switch it on. Mark moaned uncontrollably. Jo moved the vibrator about gently for about two minutes, then switched it off. However, she didn't remove it, but left it impaled in his hole.

'Multiple penetration, eh?' she said, with some distaste. 'Angie! Sit on the sofa. Good. Now lift your skirt up. That's right. And raise your knees to you chest.'

We looked at Angie. She was wearing a tiny yellow g-string, and the triangle of fabric was clearly soaked. We teased her about it. Jo and I hauled Mark, who was still on his hands and knees, across to Angie.

'Now lick her through the fabric,' Jo ordered.

Mark did nothing. Jo spanked his right buttock very hard. He let out a cry of surprise, then began licking Angie's pussy through her g-string.

'Good,' said Jo. 'But lick her butt hole too. Alternate between her pussy and her butt hole.'

Angie moaned and squirmed about. We gathered round, as close as possible, and watched his tongue slurping the soaking fabric and diving between her ass cheeks.

Jo got down on the floor and pulled Mark's knees apart. She lay on her back and got her head between his legs. She grabbed the base of his erect penis and squeezed it hard. She told me switch on the vibrator and fuck his hole with it.

'The rest of you spank him hard,' she added.

Mark licked and slurped between Angie's legs. I fucked his hole with the vibrator. The other three women took it in turns to spank him very hard as Jo ferociously masturbated him. He moaned in pain.

'Multiple penetration indeed!' barked Jo. 'We'll teach you.'

Since he'd only come relatively recently, he was obviously going to last a long time, and we made the most of the fact. On and on we went, spanking him, fucking his ass, jerking him off, forcing him to slurp up Angie's fluids, and all the time he was moaning uncontrollably.

Finally, Jo emerged from between his legs.

'Lie him on the towel,' Jo commanded.

We lay him on his back, his knees raised to his chest, the vibrator still purring away inside his hole. Jo pulled his knees back further and further until the lower part of his back lifted off the floor. She continued until his prick was directly above his mouth. Then she jerked him off furiously while we continued to spank him and fuck his hole. The sight of his buttocks getting redder and redder, the hands raining down, and all the time that vibrator jutting from his hole…wow! Just unbelievable.

Finally, Mark let out a series of cries: 'Ooh! Ooh! Aah! Oh! Aah! Aaaahhh! Oh God! Oh God! Ah! Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn! Ooh! Ooh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!'

And with that wonderful explosion, a long stream of sperm jetted from his prick and crashed into his mouth. I switched off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it as further jets of sperm rained down into his mouth. The girls stopped spanking him.

Mark dropped his legs back to the floor and lay on his back, his head on one side. His face and neck were sweaty and bright red. Now and again his whole body shuddered and he moaned softly. His sore-looking prick began to wilt. We watched him for a couple of minutes until his breathing calmed down, and then Jo asked him to open his mouth. He sat up and did so. It was full of sperm.

'Swallow it,' said Jo.

He obeyed her command, opening his mouth afterwards to prove the point.

'My God!' he finally said. 'That was fucking unbelievable. I've never had an orgasm like that before. Never! Fucking incredible. I should be dead.'

And then we noticed Angie. She was still on the sofa, massaging her clitoris through her g-string. Her neck and cheeks were flushed. Dick was watching her, entranced. Her knees danced about and she was keening softly. Finally, she came, opened her eyes and smiled.

We all clapped.