An Indecent Invitation Pt. 09

Oliver had not made any move towards Molly or any of the other girls' tight little bottom holes. It was not that Molly particularly wanted that. Way back at their first meeting in the Rose and Crown, Oliver had said something like 'full sexual favours' and 'anything not too unusual goes.' What, then, was 'too unusual'? How 'usual' was anal, how 'usual' was buggering a girl or four? Molly did not really want that but she could see the act happening. In time she had expected her pussy to be fucked by men, not her bottom hole. But she could understand why Oliver would want to be inside her everywhere; would want to be inside her young little body through every possible entrance. Poor Molly, she thought to herself, and her little invaded holes!

Poor Molly, perhaps, but she smiled, it was not going to be her first. Oh no! She had set that up. Had set that up very well. She had seen Phoebe's face when she had said Phoebe's bottom could be first. Phoebe had definitely seemed more than a little nervous about that particular idea. Oh yes! Molly had seen the girl's eyes suddenly appraising Oliver's cock, gauging just how thick it was. Molly was pretty sure Phoebe was a virgin in her, no doubt, tight back passage. So was Molly, of course, but it would be good to see Phoebe's usual confidence faltering. It would be really good if she, Molly, could push Oliver's cock into Phoebe for him. In there! A pity they did not have one of those 'strap-on' penises. Now that would be something. Fucking Phoebe herself, fucking Phoebe's tight little bum hole as a warm up to the real thing. Phoebe bent over, her cheeks pulled apart by Molly's fingers and she pushing her own cock (admittedly artificial) into Phoebe. Best if the others applauded. Best if a photograph was taken. Molly fucking Phoebe, Molly fucking Phoebe's bottom -- Molly dominant, Phoebe under her and, yes, subservient.

Molly was a little surprised at how wet she was getting at those thoughts. Should she add black leather, ropes for tying and other fetish gear to the idea? Molly as a dominatrix. She had not thought of herself like that. Yet, she found herself rather liking the idea of Phoebe being restrained, even forcibly restrained!

It would have helped Molly's plan had Oliver suggested at all that he might rather like some 'bottom fun' but he seemed more than content, as well he might, fucking his little coterie in the normal way and being touched, wanked and sucked by the girls. Things, however, rather developed the morning after Lisa and she had slept with Oliver, whilst Molly was with the girl herself -- Phoebe - eating breakfast together, Phoebe's fingers rather sticky with honey. Hot toast, local bread, and local honey.

"I hear you and Lisa were a little bit friendly the other night," remarked Phoebe, lightly. It was not quite a smirk on Phoebe's face, but it annoyed Molly.

"It was what we had agreed to, Phoebe, don't you remember?" Molly sighed, a little dramatically -- for effect, "He said full sexual favours from all. Anything not too unusual goes. Don't you remember?" she said, shaking her head. "And he also said something like all blokes like to watch a bit of 'girl-on-girl. stuff. Perhaps they do. Well, Molly and I did. Just that, for him. Fairs fair, isn't it, we have to share around what we've agreed to." Molly smiled, developing her theme, looking straight at Phoebe. "One of us, or two of us in that case, have to be first. I was first with a fuck -- you remember? It seems Lisa and I were first with... that thing... and we all agreed your little bottom hole will be first to take Oliver's big cock." Molly raised her eyebrows, "Being buggered is not that unusual, is it? I think we also agreed we were all going to spank you first."

Lovely to see again the nervousness on Phoebe's face. Before Phoebe could protest Molly added, "I haven't had a cock in my bottom many times. Have you?"

So good hearing Phoebe whisper 'no, never' and go on to ask if Molly would mind going first. "Or, perhaps Oliver won't be too keen on..."

"Oh, I expect he is. I'll ask him."

"No, don't. Perhaps we'll get to the end of the week..."

Molly was not going to let that one go. Definitely not! She did not exactly want Oliver's penis up her bottom either, but she was not letting Phoebe know that. She was rather pleased with her little remark, 'I haven't had a cock in my bottom many times. Have you?' It so implied she had once or twice without actually saying that - quite. Of course, Oliver might not be content with just Phoebe's bottom. Well, she had got away with not revealing she had never fucked before so could get away with that too, especially when she would see how it was all done, and how difficult, with Phoebe. Lots of olive oil she thought. Now that would be fun -- easing Phoebe's bottom hole with oodles of olive oil for Oliver -- doing it herself. Phoebe had been all a bit snide about Lisa and her putting on a show for Oliver. Being a bit 'lezzie' -- well, quite a lot really -- but having her own finger or three up Phoebe's back passage... Ho, ho, ho! That would be something she could remind Phoebe about again and again in the future.

It all came about that very evening. To Molly it was Phoebe being pushy, she saying she would go and get the drinks - five glasses of cool white wine. A whole bottle of wine fresh from the fridge. Cool white wine, just as had been promised in the Rose and Crown a couple of weeks before. Cool white wine in a tall glass bottle, uncorked and all frosted with condensation upon its surface. Cool white wine to go in tall crystal-clear glasses, all balanced on a tray by Phoebe as she walked towards the little party. Balanced that is, until she tripped. To Molly it was because Phoebe was not looking where she was going. Perhaps it was more because Phoebe was keeping a weather eye on the tray and the glasses ensuring they and the bottle were upright and not overbalancing. They all went flying not to shatter on the pool side paving but straight into the pool.

They were all recovered. Not one of the glasses broken. No broken glass at the bottom of the swimming pool, but the wine somewhat spoiled, leaking out into the water and, perhaps, partly replaced by the water. Molly had gone to find another bottle in the fridge and another five, dry, glasses. She came back to find Oliver bringing the last of the five glasses up from the bottom of the pool. A wet, naked, dripping Oliver.

"No harm done," he said.

"No," said Molly pouring the second bottle into the new glasses, "but should Phoebe have any of this bottle, having spoilt the first?"

"Oh, pleeeease!" exclaimed Phoebe

"Some punishment. I think, Oliver, Phoebe needs a spanking."

"I don't."

Perhaps Phoebe might have got away with it but everyone looked at her in her tight denim blue shorts and yellow blouse. They had all dressed for the evening. Nudity is good for swimming, good for sunbathing, good for sex -- indeed good for just feeling free, but a change is good and the girls had brought some pretty clothes to show. Oliver, though, had just been in the water and was still naked. There was nothing to hide quite what he thought of a spanking.

Molly was in her element, "I think Phoebe needs a spanking, Oliver seems to be wavering ot the idea... no, there it goes, all by itself! That's a 'thumbs up' in favour, I think. Any more support?"

Smiles all round, except for Phoebe, and up went the girls' hands.

"Shorts down, Phoebe, we might as well do this properly!"

Phoebe did not make a move towards her shorts' button.

"Could you help her, Trish?"

Oliver looked particularly happy at seeing Trish reaching, undoing the button and lowering the zip.

"Down with them, please Trish, all the way."

Pretty panties coming into view, light blue with frills. Thin and holding the shape of Phoebe's rather boyish hips and bottom. Unlikely Lisa, for example, could have squeezed into them. They would have been very tight indeed, more than figure hugging over her ample womanly hips and bottom.

"Over my knee," Molly commanded.

"I don't want..."

"I thought I'd, um, be doing the spanking," remarked Oliver.

"Later," said Molly," well into the scene, "Trish, Lisa, help Phoebe bend over my knee."

It was not quite a forcing. Phoebe knew to comply. It was not like spanking a recalcitrant or bad child, this was a game -- just a game she did not really want to play. Still less when Phoebe felt Molly curl her fingers under the waist of her panties and tug them down.

"Bare bottoms are best!"

"BBRB," said Trish, "mmmm, I like that. BBRB!"

So good for Oliver to see Phoebe being manhandled by other young women and somewhat forced over Molly's bare knees. Still more to see Molly lowering Phoebe's panties. His cock was twitching and quivered the more as the first slap fell. Was he thinking of a naughty schoolgirl being spanked by her teacher; about spankings he had performed in the past; or just revelling in what he was seeing then and there?

Three spanks in quick succession to the amusement of all, perhaps even Phoebe. But then Molly reached and pulled Phoebe's panties even further down. On the table by her, ready for the salad later, a bottle of olive oil, green and dark. Molly reached and just poured. Thick, virgin, olive oil splashing down into the crack between Phoebe's not quite still wobbling cheeks, to make its slow progress, not hurrying due to its viscosity, downwards; flowing on its way down her crack, over her little anus, onto her sex and, probably, if there was enough, onto Lisa's knee. Its progress, though, was arrested by Molly's finger sliding between Phoebe's cheeks and very deliberately rubbing the oil, certainly to spread it all over her inner cheeks but, more specifically, to lubricate, oil and ease Phoebe's tight little arsehole -- her sphincter. Her rubbery little orifice.

"No!"

"Oh, yes, Phoebe, I think this is just the time." Molly absolutely delighted with it all.

Round and round went Molly's finger. She was very conscious of just how peculiar this was. Feeling her friend's bottom, rubbing around her bottom hole. Even more peculiar when she pushed at it and her finger slipped in just so easily. Surprisingly easily. The oil had very much changed things. Her finger had just gone in, into the so smooth but narrow channel. She pushed a bit further -- the channel seemed to widen. In her finger went further still, disappearing into Phoebe's bottom.

Perhaps Oliver pushing his penis in would not be so difficult after all. Molly knew that having started this, it would lead, maybe not that evening, but would certainly lead to her own bottom being oiled. Worth it, though, to have Phoebe as she had her, if not under her thumb (yet) but under her finger. "Come here Oliver," she commanded.

As before, when she had been thinking of fucking Phoebe with a strap on -- black leather and ropes -- she felt herself moistening. She had told Phoebe to bend over - now she was telling Oliver what to do. Was she finding a new kink in herself? A liking for telling other people what to do sexually?

Fun to reach again for the olive oil bottle and pour a thick line of the viscous oil all along the length of Oliver's sticking out cock, especially ensuring plenty on the exposed knob end, drizzling it onto his penis like she would later on her salad, perhaps on one of those lovely little baby whole cucumbers; though Oliver's cock was both longer and thicker than those - more reminiscent of a normal cucumber, if only half as long! Oliver was not absurdly long but there was plenty enough of it. Molly massaged the oil in, coating it, oiling it ready for its forthcoming task.

Oliver had said 'anything not too unusual goes.' Having your cock massaged by a young woman whilst liberally coated in oil is not too unusual - probably. It is certainly very pleasing. Molly liked doing it, even rubbing the oil into Oliver's hanging balls and scrotum. Unnecessary because they would not be going 'in', of course, but she liked the feel of oily, squidgy balls and undoubtedly Oliver liked having them manipulated like that -- very much!

More oil, and Molly was back on, or rather, in Phoebe's bottom hole. Not now one but two fingers. A protest from the girl but any attempt to rise, and they were half-hearted at best, prevented by Trish and Lisa. Molly again surprised at the ease with which her fingers went in, and she was up to her second knuckle! A third finger. Not too difficult. Molly moved them. She was fucking Phoebe's bottom with her fingers, simulating what she was about to get Oliver to do - what she had thought of doing with the imagined strap-on. She did, indeed, put her thumb up, just her thumb, so it disappeared into the widened orifice. It could not be seen. Molly wiggled it. Her thumb in Phoebe's bum! Under her thumb!

"It's a very neat little bottom," remarked Oliver. "Phoebe's hole I mean. Without your thumb in there, opening it, it's rather a hardly-there anus. I haven't really looked at all of your bottom holes, but now, looking at Phoebe's, I think I might ask you all, another time perhaps to bend over. A sort of beauty contest awarding marks for..."

"And then to fuck them all, one after another, but especially Molly's," interjected Phoebe.

"Well, if that would be acceptable, I think I might. I don't think that would be too unusual, to want to fuck all four when given the chance -- the opportunity."

"Especially Molly."

"Yes, Phoebe, Molly can be first and last if you like."

"Spank her hard and go deep -- deepest before you come in her bottom."

"Spanking as well, Phoebe? Well, I don't mind doing that. Four naughty schoolgirls in a line. I'll have my camera."

'Ah ha,' thought Molly, Oliver does like the schoolgirl idea.

Unfortunately, but, unsurprisingly, they did not have four matching pleated skirts with them to add an extra authenticity. It did occur to Molly, though she would not have dreamed of being so unkind as to say so that, with Phoebe's rather boyish hips, it might have been better had she had trousers rather than a skirt. Three schoolgirls and one schoolboy lined up for a spanking and a bottom fuck each. Would that be too 'unusual' for Oliver, dressing Phoebe as a schoolboy? Was the thought too peculiar for Molly? She was surprising herself.

"I'm sure we'll all be happy to pose and, um, stand for Oliver another day, if he likes. After all he's being so kind in allowing us to be here, but for now, Phoebe,..." Molly bringing it all back to the here and now, "I'm going to put Oliver's cock in your bottom -- and push it deep."

"No!"

"Yes, Phoebe, yes! Hold her cheeks apart, girls."

"So undignified," squealed Phoebe.

It was certainly that!

It was just so good, Molly felt so excited, to reach and hold Oliver's stiff penis ready for the insertion. She just had nothing like that. So solid, so unbending, yet the skin so soft. It was almost as if it had a bone in it. What would it be like to have one -- to have a cock that grew big like that? Better still than her thoughts of a strap on. Feeling herself, her cock, going into Phoebe. Fucking Phoebe, going well into Phoebe, ejaculating in Phoebe -- what was that like? What was it like doing it 'properly'; what was it like pushing into a well-oiled bum; Molly thought she would like to find out if it was her penis -- but it was not! Instead, she directed Oliver's cock first at Phoebe's proper entrance. Why not, as she had the opportunity, why not do that? She lodged it at the entrance and pushed him home.

"Oh, that's all right," exclaimed Phoebe but then, "Oh, but that's my... wrong hole -- I mean, right hole. I thought you were really going to..."

Molly smiled at Phoebe's sigh of relief. Just so perfect. It would be momentary relief only! Molly pulled on Oliver's hips, pulling his cock right out of Phoebe's vagina. Extracting it and then redirected it, holding it with her fingers, its rounded end right at Phoebe's closed anal entrance. Another dollop of olive oil and then she pulled Oliver forward by his shaft. Her hand slipped. It was not easy to keep purchase on the oily erect penis. It really was very slippery, so with one hand keeping the organ on target, she pushed at Oliver's bottom with the other. Oliver, of course, knew what to do and applied the necessary pressure. Clearly Molly's careful and undoubtedly gentle preparation of Phoebe's back hole, her easing of the sphincter, paid dividends.

"No, no, no..." it was something of a wail from Phoebe, "I really don't want..."

So good to hear. Molly smiled. Something of a smile of triumph. She so had Phoebe where she wanted her. The cock was going in, widening the hole -- more than Molly's fingers had done -- widening it around the smooth, rounded end of Oliver's so stiff cock. All but Phoebe were watching. Watching Oliver's cock slowly go into Phoebe's bottom, the rounded glans easing it open for the rest of the so hard organ. The knob end disappeared and still the penis slid forward into Phoebe until half had disappeared. Molly released the cock, it was in. It no longer needed guiding. Oliver could do the rest. The teacher could fuck the schoolgirl's bottom.

Gently Oliver moved, free to move without help, drawing his penis a little out and then going back in. Upon his face quite a smile -- of pleasure.

"How good to see," said Molly, "a man enjoying his work."

"You OK, Phoebe?" asked Lisa.

A little squeak of affirmation.

Oliver's hands on Phoebe's hips as he gently bottom fucked her across Molly's knees. He was being gentle. To be fair, so had Molly been careful and gentle.

"There, there," said Molly stroking Phoebe's hair. Now that's not too bad is it, after all?"

"It doesn't hurt like I thought it might."

That was good to hear. Whilst Molly was very pleased with how it had all gone, with how she had led the buggering of Phoebe, she was nervous herself about her own bottom. She was more than sure Phoebe would wish to ensure Oliver's idea that the girls might all bend over together happened. Phoebe would not leave it as just her bottom having been fucked. Oh no! Molly was quite sure Phoebe would make certain she, Molly, at least had Oliver's cock in her bum. Well, she would forestall Phoebe -- she, Molly, would suggest it first!

They were all watching. Lisa and Trish with wine glasses in hand. Watching as Oliver's bottom cheeks flexed as he pushed and pulled at Phoebe; watching how Oliver's hands held Phoebe's hips; watching how his shiny, oily, swollen penis slid in and out of their friend's bottom. An unusual show whilst drinking cool white wine.

"I wonder, Molly, with your fingers so oily, whether you should not poke Oliver with one or two as well. If, as seems likely, he's going to fuck all of our little back holes, shouldn't he know what it's like, eh? Have you ever been fucked in your bottom, Oliver."

"Not as I recall! Not been my sort of thing."

"Hmmm, but is it mine? Is it Molly's?" speculated Trish.

Clear Oliver had a different view on girls' bottoms. Clear that he was very much enjoying slipping and sliding in Phoebe's hot and tight hole.

Molly had thought of fucking Phoebe with a strap on but had not gone as far as thinking of fucking Oliver! Not that she was going to mention to the others the rather kinky thoughts she had had. What would they think! She was sure any such mention would come back to bite her in the form of Phoebe.

Molly moved quickly, her hand reaching out for the olive oil bottle once more. Oliver's bottom so in reach. As with Phoebe she poured. Easier had Oliver been bent over her knees as Phoebe had been, and was, but she poured it at the top of his crack and was sure it would slip coolly down, right over his bottom hole. Putting the bottle down she readied her finger. No different from feeling Phoebe's anus; no difference really as she ran her finger round and round; no difference as she pushed in. Just as smooth, just as easy, really. In and in, curling upwards.

"I used to do just that to a former boyfriend. He did like having my finger in his bottom. He liked a lot of things actually!" Trish being a little revealing.

Molly liked it because she seemed to have control back over Phoebe's bottom fuck. Oliver's gentle thrusts into Phoebe were in time with her own finger's movement in and out in Oliver's bottom. Oliver seemed to like it too. Seemed to like being controlled that way. Molly could speed a little up or slow the thrusting right down. A delicious control over the penis in Phoebe's bottom. By sliding her finger slowly forward Oliver slid into Phoebe, she found she could make him go deeper! Molly was very content with it all. Could have let it go on for a lot longer but, perhaps because of her finger in Oliver's bottom, it was not long before he very obviously came. Not obvious so much from Oliver taking control again of his own thrusting, but from the pulsing she could feel on her finger in his bottom!

Phoebe had been fucked, bottom fucked. Well and truly bottom fucked. Molly kept her finger tight in Oliver's bottom, not permitting him to withdraw until he had softened. Keeping him inside the girl still bent over her knee. It was a much smaller penis that came out than that which had gone into Phoebe's bottom. Phoebe's neat little hole closed by itself and there was hardly a trace of cum dribbling there. All was trapped inside. Molly withdrew her finger from Oliver and patted Phoebe's bottom, there on her lap -- she did not spank it this time.

"You've been a good girl, Phoebe, taken it like a man! You can put your knickers back on. Have a glass of wine. All done -- until next time." It had all been wonderful. Perfect. Phoebe had been so under her thumb. What a joke to have pushed her thumb into the girl's bottom!

The girl had been good about it all. Molly conceded that. Phoebe had taken it well. Of course she knew Phoebe would insist they all got bottom fucked -- especially her. But she was ready for that. Had got the 'mechanics' sorted out. No one had realised she had been a virgin in her vagina. Well, they were not going to know she had not had a cock up her back passage before. No sir! No way!