Just Playing Around

My parents were invited to spend a week at the Henley's country estate, and I was dragged along with them. Mr Henley is a bigwig in some corporation that my father does a lot of business with. It wasn't just us who had been invited. Apparently the Henley's had a big do on and quite a crowd was rolling up. Both the main house and the Guest house were in use to accommodate the visitors.

I was given a room in the Guest house and a servant grabbed my bag and led the way, opening the door for me and dropping my bag off.

"My apologies for the bed, sir," he said, noting that the bed was currently unmade. "One of the maids will be here shortly to attend to it."

"Very shortly," said a cheerful voice, "as here I am."

The footman departed but instead of following him I checked out the maid. She was young and pretty and about my age. Say twenty at the most. Very kissable mouth in my books. Being an arrogant young sod I grabbed and tried to kiss.

Make that young and pretty and fit and fast. She slipped to one side, totally avoiding my grab, laughing at me.

"Now, now," she said. "I'm not that sort of girl. I don't give my kisses freely to any boy who happens by."

"Kisses?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I suppose I was going to kiss you as well."

"Typical boy," she said with a giggle. "We've only just met and you want to get into my panties. Have you no shame?"

"Not really," I admitted. "How long do I have to know you before I can lower your panties?"

"Well, really, you are a one, aren't you? How long? I'm not sure. How long is twenty dollars?"

She looked and sounded so innocent when she said that that it took me a minute to catch on to what she'd actually said. Then I gave a bit of a start. Twenty dollars was easy to arrange.

With one hand I reached over and pushed the door firmly closed while my other hand was reaching for my wallet. I extracted a twenty and held it up. She smirked and the twenty seemed to just vanish from my hand. Keeping my eyes on her face I reached down, lifted the hem of her dress, and took hold of her panties. Without taking my eyes from her face I crouched down, taking her panties with me. Once they reached her ankles she lifted her feet one at a time while I slid the panties right off. Standing I tossed them onto the bed, whereupon she grabbed them and they joined the twenty in the pocket of her apron.

I tucked her dress up into her waistband and backed her up until she was leaning back against the bed. I started stroking her with one hand while undoing my trousers with the other. As soon as my erection was free I moved her hand over to it, pleased to find she had no hesitation in taking hold of me. For the next few minutes we just petted each other in a very intimate way.

My cock was starting to ache and it felt as though it was twice the size of my normal erection. It was definitely time to start using it.

"Any time you're ready to get the show on the road," I told her.

"If you insist," she said, and adjusted the position of my cock, lining it up so all I needed to do was push, and push was precisely what I did.

I slipped in quite easily and started with some interesting action, taking it easy to start with as I didn't want to upset the girl. After all, I might want to take advantage of, of, ah. . .

"What's your name?" I belatedly asked.

"I'm Victoria, but everyone just calls me Vicky," she giggled.

"Hullo, Vicky," I said, giving a slightly firmer stroke that made her giggle again. "I'm Tony."

With introductions out of the way I started pumping a little faster, with Vicky quite willing to move with me. After a minute or so her legs came up and wrapped around me, with Vicky almost flat on her back on the bed. I tried to expose her breasts but she wasn't having a bar of that.

"Don't do that," she told me quickly. "If I stand up I'm respectably covered by my dress. If you open up my top so my breasts spill out and I get caught I'll be in real trouble."

I made a mental note to get her naked at some time during this visit and kept on my merry way, thrusting in hard.

It wasn't all that long before Vicky was making a sort of hissing sound. Listening a little harder I realised she was hissing yes with some urgency. Taking this as my cue I started really pushing the pace, seeing if she was, indeed, ready to climax. I know I was so I didn't mind finishing off.

She finished up jamming a hand into her mouth, her legs kicking free from where they'd wrapped around me, and she convulsed underneath me, while I happily released my load into her. I do trust she was on the pill.

A bit of quick work on Vicky's part and she'd finished making up the bed and was out of there. (Presumably to find somewhere private to put her panties back on.)

I went looking for my parents and was informed that they'd already gone over to the main house and that I was supposed to join them. I strolled over and found quite a pack of people wandering around the garden. Quite an eclectic group, ranging from people my parents age to a bunch of ankle-biters. I went looking for people my own age, preferably those of the opposite sex.

I finally zeroed in on Janet, a young lady of around my age, and started talking to her. That mainly consisted of persuading her to talk about herself. My assessment of this young lady was that she might not be totally averse to a bit of friendly cuddling. How friendly time would tell.

Nothing was going to happen today. We all had to circulate and be seen, and woe betide anyone who tried to sneak away. Parental wrath would descend from on high. Against my wishes I moved on from Janet, continuing with the meet and greet, but not before arranging to meet up with her the next day.

I met up with Janet the next day, as arranged, and we went for a stroll around the gardens. After walking for a while I indicated some woods that were a couple of fields away.

"Want to take a walk in the woods," I suggested.

She gave me a look while she considered it.

"Um, you won't try anything, will you?" she asked carefully.

"You mean apart from trying to kiss you?" I asked with a smile. "Hmm. It's distinctly possible I'll try to strip you naked so I can get in some serious playing. Of course, I wouldn't force you to get naked."

"Really," she said, blushing.

"Yes, really. If you don't want to get naked I'll be just as happy to let it go at taking off your panties."

"And you expect me to go walking with you knowing that?"

"Yes," I said unrepentantly. "Like I said, I wouldn't force you. The final decision would have to be yours."

"I have a better idea," she said. "Why don't we wander over and have a look through the maze. I suspect it will be somewhat safer for me." She nodded to where the entrance to a large hedge maze was.

"Why not," I agreed, taking her arm and turning her in that direction. "That way if you feel I'm over-stepping the boundaries you can scream and someone is bound to hear you."

"And are you likely to over-step the boundaries?"

"Probably," I admitted. "I do like touching young ladies."

We strolled towards the maze. I had no objections. I was quite sure that there'd be hidden places where you could sit and talk. Or sit without talking.

"Hi. Are you doing the maze? I'll come with you."

Dianne, a contemporary Janet's, and another of the young ladies I'd met the night before popped up out of nowhere.

"Oh, Dianne," said Janet in a very sweet voice. "How nice to see you."

Yeah. Nice. As welcome as a case of leprosy as far as I was concerned. I took a minor consolation from the fact that Janet didn't seem too enthralled by the extra company either.

Dianne stuck to us like glue for the rest of the morning, not leaving until we returned to the main house for lunch. We all linked up with our various parents and that was our morning gone.

After lunch I managed to cut Janet out of the pack again, suggesting that this time we ignore the maze and go and do some bush walking. I suspect that Janet had been anticipating a little bit of slap and tickle that morning and was a trifle irritated that it hadn't eventuated. She agreed that a nice walk in the woods would be just the thing.

We managed to slip away and headed down towards the woods. We almost made it, too.

"Oh, are we going bird-watching?" sang Dianne. "I love bird-watching. I'm so glad that you enjoy it, too."

Frigging hell. How did I get rid of this pest? The answer of course was that I didn't. I found myself stuck with her for half the afternoon after which Janet and I gave up and returned to the main house. Janet went inside and I headed back to the Guest house. Still, I had made more arrangements to meet Janet the next morning, hopefully without Dianne.

I was in the Guest house and heading towards my room when I saw Vicky doing some dusting. I promptly reached into my pocket and took out a twenty. I held it rather conspicuously as I walked past Vicky.

I was only in my room for as few minutes when Vicky entered, closing the door behind her. She spotted the twenty on the bed and picked it up, slipping it into her apron pocket. She turned to face me but I caught her arm and turned her to face the bed, pushing her so that she was bent over it.

"I am feeling very frustrated right now," I said softly. "If you have no objection I'm going to pull down your panties and fuck you just as hard as I can just the way you are."

"Oh, poor boy," she said with a giggle.

That didn't sound like an objection to me so I simply lifted her dress and pulled her panties down, dragging them down and leaving them tangled around one ankle. I nudged her feet further apart, dropping my trousers while I did so. Then it was part her lips and start driving in.

She wasn't particularly wet when I started but she was juicing up fast. When my groin finally ground against her it was with a wet slapping sound. I just held like that for a moment, relishing the feel and the relief from the frustration I was feeling.

I'd told Vicky that I was going to fuck her just as hard as I could and I saw no reason to go back on my promise. My hands were gripping her hips and I started driving into her, giving her all that I had right from the start, pulling her towards me even as I drove into her. She gave a few startled squeaks at the start but quickly adjusted and was soon bouncing merrily under me, her bottom bobbing up and down in fine style.

As far as I was concerned it was good. It relieved my irritations and libido, both at the same time, and in a most enjoyable fashion. Not that it lasted all that long. The way I was thrusting into her it simply couldn't. I finally came to a climax and relaxed, not knowing, and not really caring if Vicky had completed or not.

If she hadn't she didn't seem to care. Instead she seemed vastly amused by the whole thing. She asked what had brought that about and I told her how I was trying to get Janet alone so I could get to know her better and how Dianne kept intruding. Vicky just giggled.

"Watch out the next time you're over at the main house," she advised. "You'll probably find that Dianne is stalking you, but you just haven't noticed. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "she could be stalking Janet. You never know with some people."

I kept a look out when I went over for dinner that evening and came to the conclusion that Vicky was right. Wherever I went Dianne was somewhere in the background, watching me. I finally managed to get Janet alone for a quiet chat and explained the situation. Typical female, she found it funny.

"Maybe you should forget about trying to get into my panties and get into Dianne's instead," she suggested.

"But I don't particularly want to get into Dianne's panties," I grumbled. "I suppose she's good looking but she's not you and you're the one I want."

"Might I point out that even if Dianne wasn't around that doesn't mean that I'd let you do what you want to do," Janet pointed out and I shrugged.

"I know that, and that's fair enough. You're entitled to say no. I just want the chance to get you in a position where you might feel you have to say no."

I paused for a second and then continued. "Although a yes would be preferable. I would really like to see you stretched out naked on the ground, waiting for me to work my evil ways upon your quivering body."

There was some more giggling and then a flat denial that that would happen while Dianne was watching. Did that mean it could happen if Dianne wasn't watching? A thought struck me.

"What if Dianne was also stretched out naked? Would that make a difference?"

Janet blushed, looking startled.

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

"I was thinking it might be fun to strip both of you and take turns on you. First Dianne and then you."

"What makes you think either of us would agree to that?" she asked, looking shocked.

"I don't need you both to agree," I explained. "Just you. I wasn't thinking of asking Dianne her opinion. I figure it would be simpler to just grab her and strip her."

"What? That would be, ah, be. . ."

"Reluctant seduction?" I suggested.

"Yes, that," Janet agreed. "Very reluctant, I should think."

"What do we care? If I also seduce you then she wouldn't really be in a position to complain. We just point out to her that we both heard her agree and her complaining would be a waste of time, especially as everyone knows she's been hanging around with us for a couple of days now."

"I don't know. I really don't."

"Sleep on it. We can decide tomorrow."

We chatted and flirted a little more and also started circulating. Eventually the evening grew to a close and I headed back to the Guest house to catch some sleep.

After breakfast the next morning I met up with Janet and we started out.

"Exactly where are we going?" she asked.

"Remember that little stream that runs through the woods. There was a nice grassy area there where I'm going to try to persuade you out of your clothes," I said with a smile.

"Uh-huh. And what happens if I don't want to be persuaded or what if Dianne comes along."

"In the first case I'll probably get frustrated but I'll live. In the second case I'm going to grab Dianne and strip her. I won't fuck her unless you decide that I should go ahead and do so, and that would also mean that you have to be naked before I fuck Dianne, knowing what is going to happen to you after I've finished with her."

"Oh, you charmer, you," she said dryly, smiling slightly. I still had no idea which way she'd jump but if she said no then Vicky had better be prepared to lose her panties again.

We hadn't even reached the first field that we had to cross before Dianne came scampering after us, agreeing that the morning was perfect weather for a walk in the woods. (Not that we'd actually asked her.) Janet looked at me and shrugged, a slight smile on her face.

For my part I was checking out the way Dianne was dressed. As far as I could see I'd have no problems stripping her. Should I start with her panties and then her outer wear or vice versa? An interesting thought to contemplate.

When we reached a fork in the path I indicated the left hand route.

"What say we head down to the creek and see if we can spot a kingfisher? They should be out and about at this time of the day."

Janet readily assented and where we were going was where Dianne was going to go. If we didn't want her tagging along we'd have had to tie her to a tree.

We reached the little grassy area that I'd remembered and I suggested to the girls that they pause and look up into the branches that overhung the stream. Those branches were the most likely places to spot kingfishers after a minnow or similar.

The girls did as advised and Dianne didn't even notice me moving up behind her as she looked up at the trees. I simply lifted her dress, took hold of her panties and drew them right down.

Instant reaction. Dianne gave a squeal and started yammering at me. I'm not sure what she was saying because she was talking too fast. For her part, Janet was just giggling.

I covered Dianne's mouth with my hand for a moment, suggesting that she slow down and talk sensibly.

"Can't understand a thing you're saying, gabbling on like that," I grumbled.

"I was asking," she enunciated slowly and clearly, "just what you thought you were playing at. How dare you do that? Did you see what Tony did, Janet?"

"Um, if you mean that he's pulled down your panties and skirt and you're showing more than you ought, then yes, I saw."

Dianne had been so excited and involved in yelling at me that she hadn't noticed that I'd undone the fastenings on her skirt and helped it to drop away. Now she gave another squeal, cupping her hands in front of her groin and looking most upset. Before she could start in on me again I took the next step. I grabbed the hem of her top and lifted it firmly up, dragging her arms up at the same time. She started to squeal again once her head popped free from the top.

"Oh, be quiet," I rapped at her, giving a quick spank to her bottom at the same time, "and hold still."

The silly chit actually did hold still for a moment, certainly long enough for me to undo her bra. Then it was a case of push her shoulder straps off and drag the bra off her arms while she tried to hold it. A quick comment of, "Daddy spank," had her releasing the bra while Janet giggled.

I pushed her hands behind her back and held them there while turning her so I could admire her figure. I had to admit that it was even better that I'd thought it'd be and I stroked my free hand across her breasts in an admiring fashion.

"A very nice figure," I told her. "Wouldn't you agree, Janet?"

"If you like that sort of thing," was Janet's reply. "Are you going to do anything now that Dianne's got undressed?"

"I didn't GET undressed," snapped an irate Dianne, but we blandly ignored that comment.

"I have to admit that I'm seriously thinking of fucking her," I admitted.

"You wouldn't dare," gasped Dianne, while Janet seemed to consider the option.

I casually unzipped and hauled my erection out into the light of day.

"Does this look like I wouldn't dare?" I asked.

Both girls were looking at my wares, Dianne nervously and Janet thoughtfully.

"What do you think, Janet? Should I make glorious love to her or not?"

"Well, I don't know about making glorious love but you certainly should fuck her," said Janet with what might be considered unseemly enthusiasm.

"In that case why don't you take off your clothes?"

"Me? Why do I need to take off my clothes when you're going to fuck Dianne?"

Ha! She knew precisely why. I laid it out plainly enough.

"Because after I fuck Dianne I'm going to want to fuck you. It's only fair that if one gets fucked then so should the other. Don't you agree, Dianne?"

"Yes," came the resolute reply. "If I'm going to be fucked she has to be as well."

"Would you like a hand taking your clothes off?" I suggested and Janet smirked at me, not that Dianne could see the look in her face.

"No. I can manage," she said, and started stripping.

Hell's bells, but if I hadn't already had an erection I'd for sure have had one by the time Janet finished taking off her clothes. If she ever needs a job I can give her an unsolicited testimony that she could take to any stripper joint in town and guarantee her a job.

All the time I was watching her I was also fondling Dianne, stroking her breasts and rubbing her vulva. Willing or not, her pussy was certainly getting ready to party.

Once Janet had finished stripping I released Dianne, turning her so she was standing next to Janet. She promptly tried to hide behind her hands again while Janet just stood there, hands behind her back, smiling. I looked them both over thoroughly, letting them see that I was looking and enjoying what I was seeing. Finally I gave a happy sigh.