Threesomes in Mrs Harper’s Valleys
I II & III – bisexual MMF BUNDLE
Suddenly single, Mrs Harper’s hunger for male fulfilment drives her to discover the comforts of bisexual boys.

WARNING: This 14,000+ word compendium contains lengthy, detailed, explicit and graphic scenes of adult situations, including oral sex and anal sex, both male and female, and multiple participants. It is suitable EXCLUSIVELY for readers aged 18+. ALL characters portrayed are aged 18+.

Excerpt
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Harper.” His eyes went instinctively down, and straight into the front of my dress. He spluttered, but I put my hand on his,

“Oh, don’t worry, Kurt. Your muscles aren’t going to upset me,” not strictly true, but I didn’t want to confuse him further with detail.

As I took my hand from his, I let my finger drag along the line of downy fuzz that ran from his big chest to his navel. Farther down, his shorts rose in the front, and were growing before my eyes. I told myself to stop this now, ‘before you really make a fool of yourself.’ First I had to ask him,

“Up all night to get lucky? Did you get laid much last night, Kurt?”

He frowned and blushed. His shorts became fuller, then he blushed even more. A breeze blew around my soft undies and made my dress flap around my thighs. I said,

“Didn’t you want to get laid?” he was struggling to speak, so I said,

“We’re cool, aren’t we? You can talk to me, Kurt.” He peered up at me, still fighting with his embarrassment.

“Oh, I wanted to get laid, Mrs Harper.” he blushed, furiously searching my eyes for approval, disapproval, for any kind of clue for how to go on. “I wanted to, Mrs Harper, and I thought that I might. I saw girls looking at me, more than one of them, but whenever I tried to talk to them, they just giggled, or they ran away.”

His shorts were straining now. I said,

“You’re too good looking, Kurt, that’s your trouble,” his voice was thicker and quieter as he said,

“That doesn’t seem right, Mrs Harper,” I tingled when he called me ‘Mrs Harper,’ I said,

“It’s true, though. You’re too damn sexy and it scares them. Plus, they may not think you know what to do. That can make girls jumpy. Especially if they don’t know what to do.”

He said, “I know what I want to do, Mrs Harper,” and a shock of sweet tingling pounded through me. I knew that I should stop this before I made a complete idiot of myself. But he went on,

“I know what I want to do, but I don’t think I know how,”

I gulped. My mouth was becoming dry and my thighs quivered,

“What do you want to do, Kurt?” There was a tall, firm tent in his shorts now.