Taken in front of her husband…

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Uncle Frank was sleeping easily in his old leather recliner on the veranda of his country residence. Uncle’s Ken and Arthur were sitting nearby playing cards, and my cousin Dennis was oiling a saddle and sweating in the sun on the far edge of the veranda.
Frank was fifty-seven. He was the eldest and most successful of the three brothers. He had started in the stables and worked his way up to begin training racehorses by age thirty. Ken was in advertising and Arthur was a school principal. Dennis, Arthur’s son, was a stockbroker and I, being the son of the little sister of the family, am a mechanic.
About three times a year Frank would invite us men to visit with him, away from the aunties, at his horse spelling property some thirty miles from a small fishing town that had lately begun attracting tourists. The farm was certainly secluded. The vista from the front veranda rolled away over green hills, which ended at a cliff and the inaccessible ocean. A few horses dotted the hills, grazing lazily, and if you sat there all day you might be lucky enough to see a car skim along the cliff road about a mile away.
I stood and had a stretch and yawn, then I strolled down the lane to the stables where my favourite old racehorse was also sleeping. Milo had long since retired. He was only an average racer in his day, and at nine years of age he was just a good riding horse. The caretaker, an old guy named Gus, had brought him in for me that morning.
I saddled Milo, and the first thing was to give him his head for a mile or so. After that little canter he settled to his usual easy walk, and about an hour later we had jumped the fence and were standing on the edge of the cliff.
We stood looking out over the ocean for a while. I think old Milo kind of liked the view as well, and I wondered if he ever jumped the fence of his own accord. It was that kind of day – so slow one’s mind tended to go a bit soft and mushy. After a half hour I asked old Milo if he felt like walking back the short way and I think he nodded.
The road dipped away from the cliff and into a little grove of trees. We entered that and were happily meandering along when all of a sudden we came across a car parked beside the road with its bonnet up, and inside I found a man and a woman both reclined back in the front seats sound asleep.
Old Milo had walked right up alongside, and I was leaning down over the saddle looking in the open window. I guess I should have cleared my throat or something but I didn’t. I just looked the woman over. She was maybe mid to late twenties with straight, blonde hair falling gently over her shoulder. It was lifting a little on the breeze and the ends were caressing the exposed portion of her breasts. She had on a white dress with tiny strings to hold it up, and beneath it her breasts were obviously bare. I watched them rise and fall softly while I strained to make out the texture of her nipples as they pressed against the thin, stretchy fabric.
“Thank heaven!” the guy suddenly exclaimed, and I sat up a bit. He was shuffling from his seat. The girl stirred.
“Morning,” I offered, meeting her sleepy smile and nodding to the guy. “Car problems?”
“Yes, and there’s no phone service!” the guy grumbled.
“No, not out here. How long have you been waiting?”
“Hours!” the girl replied, also emerging from the car, and she accepted old Milo’s snout and gave him a pat.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. I couldn’t quite decide on her heritage – maybe Scandinavian, but her eyes were hinting of a southern European influence. She was tall and slender with delicate yet feminine hips and her breasts, wobbling a little as old Milo nudged against her, were generous though not oversized. I imagined a C-cup, and I leaned over for a better look while she brushed some of Milo’s dribble off her thigh.
The guy was going on about their plight, so I thought I’d better go have a look under the bonnet. Milo had already identified a patch of lush green grass beneath a tree, and he didn’t need to be tied. I slipped down and let him loose then lined up beside the guy poking at the radiator hoses. One of them was split.
“There’s a spare one of those and a cool drink at my uncle’s house,” I suggested.
“Where’s that? I don’t remember the last house we passed,” the guy said, rubbing his brow with his arm and looking anxious.
“See the driveway just up ahead? It’s about a mile back off the road.”
The girl was searching in through the window for something, with her little dress stretching nicely up the back of her thighs, and I followed their smooth lines down to her sandals then back up again before she stood and tilted a bottle of water to her lips.
She knew I was watching her. The guy was still poking at his motor, and she let me look her over. She didn’t meet my eyes, but she placed her water bottle on the roof of the car and turned toward me to reach up and fix her hair. Her dress lifted with her shoulders, and the hem promised to reveal what panties she had on but it didn’t quite lift high enough.
I studied her thighs while she fiddled with her hair. I studied the contour of them – how they curved together but didn’t quite meet, and how they parted again before being concealed beneath her hem. Another half inch and I would have had what I wanted but the guy stepped around from the front of the car and she turned away.
“I’m Matt by the way.” I offered my hand, and the guy shook it and introduced himself and his wife, Catherine. “Shall we go, then?” I suggested.
“I don’t know. Are you sure you can fix it?”
I grinned, walking over to collect Milo’s reins. “Yeah, no problem…. You and I can walk and the lady gets to ride.”
She giggled, blushing a little. “Me! On the horse?”
“Sure! He’s a nice old boy. He’s gentle and I’ll lead him along for you.”
“But I don’t know if I can, in this,” Catherine exclaimed. She was smiling, though, and she was looking up at the saddle.
“It’s okay,” I said, before the husband had a chance to respond. “Just put your foot in my hand and I’ll lift you up.”
She stepped into my hand and I lifted as she clung to the saddle and slipped onto it. “Oh my gosh!” she cried, gripping the horn while old Milo shifted and settled under her.
I got what I wanted. Her dress was too straight and had stretched across her thighs. Her little panties were kind of a soft yellow. I imagined they were thong panties too. There was only a tiny patch of fabric covering her pussy, which was pressed open against the saddle.
I could feel the husband watching me fix the stirrups and check her out. I glanced back at him briefly and met his eyes, but he didn’t say anything, so I slipped beneath old Milo’s neck and went to work on the other stirrup.
The girl watched me too but her eyes averted when I glanced up. I then tied the reins and hooked them over the horn with the knot slipping down to rest against her pussy. She didn’t try to move it. She just clung to the horn of the saddle and sat there blushing.
“Are we ready?” I called to the husband. He was locking the car, and he nodded and came over to fall into step on the other side of old Milo. “So, where are you guys from?” I asked, and we chatted as we walked, exchanging the usual introductory trivia.
Catherine was chatting happily too, and from time to time I would look back and check on her. She sat easily in the saddle, though she maintained her hold on the horn with one hand, and I noticed she’d removed the knotted reins from her crotch, but she was being rocked back and forth against the ridge of leather between her legs and her dress had hiked up around her hips.
The thin yellow fabric of her panties looked like it was glued to her pussy, and I could see it was cutting into her folds. I looked up from it and met her eyes, and she held my gaze that time, and I smiled but she only blushed in reply. Then I looked back down at her little panties and watched her being split against the saddle for a while. All was quiet and I noticed she was checking with her husband. He was walking at Milo’s other shoulder but he could see what I was doing. I met his eyes for a moment and he glanced back to his wife, so I again turned and had a look at her panty covered slit.
“Will we be going back to fix our car right away?” the guy asked me, ending the silence.
“It’d be better to take a tractor and tow it back to the workshop,” I answered, turning back to him again. “I’ll ask my cousin Dennis to go back with you as soon as we have a drink.”
“Your cousin?” Catherine questioned. I hadn’t mentioned anyone other than Uncle Frank.
“Yeah. There’s actually a little group of us up from the city for the weekend. There’s three of my uncles and Dennis. He’s about my age.”
“Oh. I hope they won’t mind us intruding,” Catherine went on a little nervously.
“It’ll be fine. And anyway, I’ll have you on your way again in an hour.”
We walked on quietly and soon arrived at the stable. Catherine waited to be helped down, and I asked her husband to open the gate while I approached beside her. “He’s a nice easy ride isn’t he?” I smiled up at her, touching her back lightly as she lifted her leg over the saddle.
Her little dress had remained bunched at her waist, and from behind I got a look at her bare bottom and the little patch of yellow fabric still glued to her pussy. I placed my other hand upon her hip and guided her down, and she turned and tugged at her hem.
“How old is he?” she asked, patting Milo’s rump and avoiding eye contact with me.
“He’s nine, but that’s pretty old for a horse.”
“And his name’s Milo?” she went on, following me into the stable and stopping beside her husband.
“Used to be Prince Arber when he was racing but it’s just plain old Milo now….” I slipped Milo’s saddle and gave him a rub down then turned him loose in the stable. “Let’s go and have a beer.”

*

Frank and Dennis were still on the veranda. They smiled as I introduced Catherine and her husband and explained their situation. I went inside to get some beers and poured Catherine’s in a glass. She accepted it gratefully. Her husband was chatting with Frank. He accepted his and drank half of it in one go.
“So, Dennis, can I borrow your flashy new tractor to tow their car back to the workshop?” I asked politely.
“You’re not driving it!” he answered shortly.
“Okay. So, will you do it, then?”
“It will have to be right now. I’m going to town soon,” he explained.
Catherine met her husband’s glance and nodded that she’d be okay, and he and Dennis left immediately.
“Where are Ken and Arthur?” I asked Frank, and he motioned to the workshop. They were strolling up the path and soon mounted the steps to meet Catherine’s smile.
“Hello,” she said sweetly when I introduced them. She was leaning back against the rail, and I stepped over and leaned beside her while my uncles sat facing her. All three were grinning like idiots.
“Is your beer okay?” I asked. She’d hardly taken a sip.
She smiled shyly. “I don’t really like beer.”
“There’s some lemonade,” Arthur offered, and she nodded.
“I’ll drink that,” Ken said and accepted the glass from her.
Frank was looking her over. Her nipples were firm and in the shade they were visible beneath the light fabric, which hugged her tits and her flat little belly quite nicely. I met Frank’s gaze and he winked.
“You got a little sunburn,” I said to Catherine, and I lightly touched the string on her shoulder.
She glanced up at me then at Frank and Ken. “It’s not too bad,” she said, peering down at her chest, which was also slightly reddened.
Arthur returned with her lemonade and she accepted it and sat down in a chair Ken had pulled over for her. I stood leaning against the rail and watched her tits jiggle as she chatted and laughed with my uncles. They were busy chatting her up. Arthur had offered to cook his lasagne and Ken was ready to go to town with Dennis to choose the right wine to go with it. Frank was telling her all about the guest room he had if she and her husband wanted to stay the night. Arthur was currently booked in there but there was no question he’d be happy to vacate.
Catherine asked for the bathroom and excused herself. The tractor was roaring down the driveway so I went to the workshop, and Dennis left me there with the husband. It was a simple job to replace the split radiator hose and it took only fifteen minutes to get the car running again.
“The uncles are trying to talk your wife into staying for dinner and a few drinks,” I mentioned casually.
“And what did she say?”
“Don’t know. I think she was avoiding any commitment until she speaks to you…. Hope you do stay, though. She’s pretty fucking hot…. She’s your wife, isn’t she?”
The guy took a moment to respond. He placed the last of the tools into the toolbox and closed it. He then looked up at me squarely. “Yes, she is my wife. Do you want to try to fuck her?”
“Yeah, maybe. You didn’t seem to mind me looking her over earlier and I was kind of wondering about that.”
“It’s something we’ve talked about,” he went on a little thickly. “I don’t know if she will go through with it, but we were thinking about trying something on this vacation.”
I was taken aback a little with the guy’s openness. “Meaning – you do want me to try getting onto her?” I asked. “I mean, your car’s right there ready to go if you want, but if you’re serious?”
He took another moment, fiddling with the catch on the toolbox. Finally he spoke. “No – I’d like it if you tried to fuck her. Can I have another beer?”

*

It was mid-afternoon when Dennis and Ken returned from town with supplies. We’d all moved out onto the back deck, which bordered a large saltwater pool with a volleyball net strung across it. Catherine accepted a glass of white wine and settled back in the deckchair she’d claimed. Her husband was on his fourth or fifth beer.
No one was actually swimming, but Frank and I were dangling our feet from the edge of the pool – where we had a good view up underneath Catherine’s legs. Occasionally she would reach for some more crackers, and when she leaned over like that Arthur would sit forward and have a look too. He was sitting in the deckchair beside her.
Her husband brought a bag from their car, and she searched in it for suntan lotion and started rubbing that in. Ken had settled in the deckchair on the other side of her and as usual he was chatting away. Dennis put on some music and when he came out he went straight into the pool.
Frank, Arthur and I just sat quietly watching Catherine’s oily hand smooth over her legs and arms. Her husband then claimed the bottle of lotion and she sat forward while he knelt in behind her. He started with her neck, and her head rocked forward. He looked over at us, and Frank and I both stood and wandered closer. The husband then worked lotion into his wife’s shoulders, and the little strings slipped but her arm closed across her breasts to hold up her dress.
“Are you guys up for a game of volley ball?” Frank asked, and she peered up at us, blushing.
She glanced back at her husband. “I can’t. I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
“What about those pretty little knickers?” Frank asked with a grin, and she went a deeper shade of red.
Dennis had swum over to the edge of the pool and Ken was sitting there, suddenly silent. The husband was peering around at us all and absently rubbing lotion into his wife’s back.
“You don’t mind if she plays do you, buddy?” Frank asked him.
He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and leaned in to her ear. “Do you want to?” he asked a little shakily. “There’s that tank top in the bag you could wear.”
She took a moment to respond, then she looked up at us again. “I’ll need to go and get changed,” she said softly.
Frank’s smile broadened and my cock flexed. The ball was already in the pool and I dived in and lined up on the opposite side to Dennis. Catherine disappeared into the house with a pink top in her hand. Her husband struggled out of his shirt and waded in. Frank tossed his shirt and made that a team of three, and Ken lined up with me. Arthur had never been in the pool as far as I could recall. He did come over a bit closer than usual, though. He sat by the net with his feet dangling in the water.
We tossed the ball around and waited for ten minutes or so until Catherine reappeared in a little top that didn’t quite meet with the waistband of her thong panties. She was smiling and blushing, and we were all either whistling or calling something out to her, but she was in the water pretty quickly.
The game kicked off, and although it was just a bit of fun it was still competitive. The pool was actually built for the grandkids so was only waist deep. The two uncles ended up guarding the back of the court while the rest of us worked the net. And although Catherine looked fine in her wet little top and tiny panties, I was more concerned with winning.
We played for over an hour before we all crawled out of the pool legless, laughing and exhausted.
Arthur had brought a stack of towels, and we milled around the deckchairs drying off and sucking in our drinks. I expected Catherine would wrap her towel around her waist but she didn’t. She laid it over the back of one of the chairs and sat down with her pussy clearly visible through the wet little triangle that covered it.
Arthur had gone inside to begin his dinner preparations and Ken was still floating around in the pool. Dennis, Frank and I were standing around watching Catherine. She was rubbing lotion into her belly while her husband was sitting on the next chair watching as well.
“Why don’t you do that for her?” Frank said to him, and Catherine smiled without lifting her head.
She looked to her husband and he edged down onto his knees. He accepted the bottle and poured some of the oily fluid into his hand then closed it over her belly. He peered up at us, looking around at each of our faces, and then he looked back down at what he was doing. He worked the lotion into her hips and around her sides. He then shuffled a little closer and glanced back up at us again, and Catherine’s chest lifted as he peeled her little top up over her tits.
“Fuck yeah!” Dennis groaned, and her eyes opened and settled upon us.
“Sit up a bit,” her husband said softly, and as she leaned forward he lifted her top off completely.
Her tits were milky white and beautifully exposed against her tanned upper body. If she’d ever been topless before it certainly wasn’t that summer. Her nipples were tight and her tits shuddered a little upon her breath. Her husband had left them for us. He was working more lotion into her legs and had moved back out of the way so we could see properly.
Ken got out of the pool and she peered up at him as he approached. Her husband was looking up at us too and he was feeling for her hips. She then lifted a little as he peeled her panties down and showed her to us fully. There was a tiny strip of finely trimmed hair within the white triangle but it ended above her slit, and that was smooth and bare, and opening to offer a peek at her delicate little folds.
“That’s better,” Frank said, and Catherine smiled through her blush. “Much better,” he went on and he stepped closer and reached down the side of her chair. He released the catch and guided her back to be lying flat. He then got down on a knee and bent to suck in a nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and with her other she gripped the end of the deckchair. Her eyes had widened at first but as Frank nuzzled into her tit they softly closed.
The husband had been sitting but he stood and backed away to be standing beside me. He looked about as stunned as I was. I certainly wasn’t expecting Frank to try anything like that, and his thick old fingers were suddenly pressing into Catherine’s thigh and working towards her little slit. He forced her legs apart a little and felt up into her. He was spreading her lips and working the tips of his fingers between them while he continued sucking on one of her tits. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his swimmers.
He peeled his swimmers down and freed his erection. It was thick and curved to one side. His hairy old balls swung freely from the base of it as he got up on his knees between Catherine’s legs. He worked her legs open with his thighs, and he bent to her other tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. Fluid was seeping out of her. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was mauling her tit while the swollen head of his cock levered above her opening. The fluid was oozing from her folds, and when Frank lowered his body and rolled forward, the head of his cock collected the little dribble and sliced straight into her.
He forced his cock all the way up her and started humping her solidly. He kept hold of her wrists and gripped the side of the chair with his other hand, supporting his upper-body and watching her tits bounce while he fucked her.
Arthur came out to watch and Ken walked around to stand beside him. They were talking between themselves, and Catherine had followed their movements but her eyes returned to settle upon her husband. He was shifting anxiously. I guess he was coming to terms with what was happening, and as Frank surged up between his wife’s legs, he edged a little closer beside them and gathered her top and panties from the end of the chair he’d been sitting on. Frank’s big, hairy frame convulsed. His old balls had contracted up into the base of his cock and were pulsing.
The husband waited until Frank finished and got up, then he took hold of his wife’s arm and lifted her. She was peering around at us. Her eyes were kind of blank, but she looked from one of us to another while her husband wrapped a towel around her, and she was still looking back at us as he shuffled her into the house…..

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Between Her Legs

X-Rated 3

Brian dropped off Micky and took his wife home. Her eyes were glazed as she sat staring out the window of the car. He led her upstairs and to the shower, getting in with her and fucking her right there against the glass screen.
He had to go back to work on the Monday morning. “I won’t do anything when you’re not home,” Natalie told him. “Don’t worry – I’m not silly. It wouldn’t be safe.”
Brian was happy to find that Bruno would be gone all week. He needed time to get a grip on what had happened with his boss. He wasn’t sure what he should say or do around him.
That afternoon he and Natalie sat across the dining table to talk. Brian started.
“Well, I don’t have any regrets.”
“I’m glad…. I was worried it would feel different today – after the weekend finished.”
“No. I feel fine about everything…. Things did go further than I was thinking.”
“I know! But I wasn’t planning to let anyone have sex with me or touch me like they did.”
Brian squeezed his wife’s hands. “That was definitely not planned. I think we both know that…. Who even knows what’s going to happen now? It’s not about us together, is it? It’s just sexy fun.”
“Exactly! Our life together is completely separate. It’s not about love.”
“That’s right. That’s the difference, isn’t it, honey?”
“Uh huh. We’re in love, and we’re just playing games with this other stuff.”
There was a knock at the door. Natalie went to answer it. Brian went to find a beer but there were none left.
“Hey, man,” Micky said from the kitchen doorway. He was holding a six-pack.
“Cool, dude. Just what I was looking for.” Brian took one of the beers. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to help your brother with his car.”
“Nah, he’s got to wait for a part or something…. I knew we drank all your beer so I brought some more.”
“Oh cool. Thanks, dude.”
Natalie was watching television. She was sitting with her legs tucked up on the end of the lounge. Brian kicked back in his recliner. The other one had junk on it. Micky sat on the other end of the lounge to Natalie and put his feet up on the coffee table. They all watched a quite good line up of amateur comedians performing at a club.
Natalie had on a short straight skirt with a white blouse and bra. She had been out all day running errands. Brian could see the crotch of her pink panties from behind her legs. Micky was checking them out too.
She went to the kitchen and got an apple. Brian went and got another beer then kicked back again. Natalie finished her apple and reached to put the core on the saucer with her tea cup. When she sat back Micky touched her bare foot. She glanced but he had folded his arms and was innocently watching the television. A few minutes later he did it again, earning a glare that time, which made him smile. The next time he did it Natalie pushed his leg with her foot, smiling too. Micky then leaned over on an elbow and reached to poke her ribs.
“Hey, you!” she scolded.
She was still smiling. Brian started to get an erection, having to shift in his seat to make room.
Micky poked Natalie’s side again but she caught his arm that time and glared. “What are you trying to do, pest?”
Micky chuckled and squeezed her knee with his other hand. She giggled and pushed him with her foot again. He got up on his knees and tickled her ribs, clutching them and making her shriek with laughter. He eased up, and she held his wrists, panting.
She looked over and Brian met her eyes. Micky grabbed her ribs again. She kept looking to Brian as she squirmed and wriggled. Brian was fully erect by then.
Micky relented again. Natalie held his wrists but only lightly, and he touched her knee. He squeezed it and she flinched. He then gripped her ribs, and she flinched again, looking to Brian once more. She held her husband’s gaze as their best friend clutched both sides of her ribs and made her squirm.
“Okay, you win,” she conceded giggling when he dug his fingers in again. “You win, okay, Micky? Just wait a minute.” She undid a button on her blouse. “Just let me up a bit for a minute…”
He lifted, and she sat up. She glanced at her husband again as she continued undoing her blouse. “Look at WHAT he won, Brian…. He keeps tickling me, so I have to give in.”
Micky grabbed her ribs again. She squealed and clamped her arms to her side. “Wait a minute, okay? I’m doing it.”
Micky remained kneeling, looking down at her. She took off her blouse and reached behind to unclip her bra. She slipped her arms from it and dropped both garments on the floor.
She lay back and peered up at Micky. “Is that better?”
He nodded. “Yep. Much better.”
Brian stood and walked to the back of the lounge.
Micky glanced but looked back at Natalie. He covered her tits with his hands. She lifted her arms, resting them behind her head. He squeezed and started massaging firmly. “Uhh..hh..h,” she moaned. “It makes me wet when you do that, Micky.” He grinned and continued. He was straddling her thighs. He leaned down, and she parted her lips to meet his. She held eye contact with her husband. “He’s making my legs tingle, Brian. He’s getting me ready to have sex with….”
Micky kissed her again, extending his tongue. She closed her eyes and went with it, allowing him control. She had to swallow once but opened for him again.
“Is this okay?” he asked her.
“Uh huh…. It makes me so wet down there when you stick your tongue in my mouth. It’s the best way to get me ready for you.”
He covered her lips and forced his tongue in deep. She lay there clutching his shirt and moaning softly until their combined saliva filled her throat again and she had to swallow. He left her mouth wet and open and edged back, kissing down her neck and chest, and he sucked on her tit the way old Mr Chino had.
“Use your tongue on my nipple, Micky. I like that.”
He peered up from what he was doing. “Okay….” He also reached down and felt her between her legs.
“Uhh..hh,” Natalie moaned again, her chest shuddering. “Uh huh…. Pull my panties down, Micky… Strip me completely, okay?”
He left her tit wet with his saliva and tugged at her panties. She lifted her bottom and undid the zipper at the side of her skirt.
“Take my skirt off too, Micky…. You’ve conquered me completely now. I’m yours to take.”
He pulled it from her legs and dropped it with her panties on the floor. He was then on his knees beside her, and he bent down to inspect her pussy. She parted her legs for him. He used his thumbs and peeled open her labia. “Yeah – it’s really wet,” he said peering up at her and Brian.
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered. “Do you want to get the condoms for him, Brian?”
“Yeah – okay. Wait a minute.” Brian hurried to the bedroom and brought back the box. He tore off a condom and gave it to Micky.
Micky bit it open and dropped his pants to his ankles. Natalie spread her legs. He lay on top of her, and she guided him in. She held him close. He immediately started thrusting. She then clung to him while he humped her wildly. He was pulling back and slamming against her, jolting her into the armrest of the lounge. He suddenly cried out and jammed himself up her hard, his buttocks clenched and quivering.
Natalie rested a hand on his back and the other arm behind her head. She kissed Micky’s hair. “Careful it doesn’t slip off when you pull out of me, okay?”
“Okay,” Micky said. “Do you want it again?”
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered, blushing. “You can pour it over me.”
Micky lifted from her and held the base of the condom as his cock oozed from her pussy. He slipped the used sheath off and held it up. He grinned. “Are you going to taste it again too?”
“Yes,” Natalie replied, glancing at Brian. “I want to taste your cum again, Micky.”
He tipped the condom up and dripped some on her tits. “Aw fuck,” he groaned as she massaged it in.
“Pour it in my mouth, Micky.” Natalie opened and waited. Micky aimed carefully and his warm cum dripped onto her tongue. The thick gooey fluid seeped into her throat and she swallowed it down. “Mmm thank you, Micky,” she cooed.
He chuckled as he pushed his fingers through, turning the condom inside out. Natalie sucked the taste of his load from the rubber. She took it from him and stretched it out, licking it clean while her husband watched.
Brian was resting in his recliner. Micky stood and pulled up his pants. Natalie peered over, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed and her hair messed up. She swayed her legs closed. “I’d better put dinner on soon.”
Brian nodded. “Should I help?”
Micky tucked in his shirt. “I should go.” He picked up his beer and had a drink.
Natalie got up and stepped into her skirt. “That was nice, Micky. You were really good.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah – except I only got one kiss this time.” Natalie buttoned her blouse and picked up her bra and panties.
“Do you want another one now?”
“No, It’s too late now…. I mean before you have me…. It’s nice to get kisses before.”
“Oh okay…. And what about your tits – should I kiss them more too?”
Natalie giggled. “I don’t know – maybe…. It’s better if the man is in charge of that.”
“Okay. I’d better run.”
“Can’t you stay for dinner?” Natalie asked sweetly.
“I’ve got to see my dad about something. I could come back.”
“Okay – about twenty minutes?”
Micky rushed off, and Natalie pulled Brian up to go start dinner. He cuddled her. “That was interesting again.”
Natalie giggled and kissed her husband with closed lips. “I know, but it’s a shame to waste it in a silly condom.” She tried again but his eyes rolled and he turned his head in protest. “What – no kisses?” she teased.
“There’s some on your face and your lips are sticky with it.”
She giggled some more. “Well, you could have said something – maybe stopped him when he started tickling me. It was obvious what he was after again.”
“Did you cum with him?”
“No, I didn’t…. But it’s fine! It’s still nice for me. I don’t always have to orgasm for it to feel nice and exciting.”
“I found the whole thing pretty exciting, baby. The way he was grabbing you like that and knowing it was going to happen.”
“I know. Even the way he brought beer. Do you think he only did that so he could try to get onto me again?”
“Yeah – probably. Any excuse to come over, I suppose.”
Natalie cuddled up. “It’s kinda hot, though – how simple and obvious he is about it. And now that he’s finally tried it, he’s so excited…. I don’t mind being the one he gets to practice with. He’s our best friend, after all.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, I guess…. I’ve always felt a bit sorry for him not being able to get with any girls.”
Natalie lifted and pressed her lips to her husband’s. He reluctantly allowed her to kiss him. She parted her lips, moaning softly. “He’s learning to kiss too. That’s been really nice so far – wet but nice…. You don’t tongue kiss me like that so much anymore, Brian. You used to when we got married.”
“You taste like his cum right now, though, sweetheart.”
“Uh huh – but just a little bit? Please?” Natalie pulled her husband’s head down and probed his mouth with her tongue. He responded, grimacing slightly.
“What about dinner, baby? I’m hungry.”
“Okay….”
Natalie quickly changed her skirt and blouse for her comfy track pants and an old tank top. They had dinner served by the time Micky got back. After dinner, Natalie spent an hour on the phone with a girlfriend while the guys watched a basketball game on TV.
“Let’s do something more fun,” Natalie declared as she hung up the phone and cuddled Brian over the back of his chair.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know but I don’t want to watch TV. Let’s play cards.”
“Okay!” Micky called over from where he was lying on the couch. “What about rummy?”
They set up on the lounge room floor. The guys having the extra beers Micky had brought when he was out and Natalie drinking her wine. Natalie won the first game and Brian the second.
“You can stay over if you want,” Brian told Micky. He was yawning as he shuffled to begin the third game.
“I might go and put on my nightie,” Natalie said. “Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?”
Brian smiled up at her. “Another beer please?”
“Micky?” she asked.
“Okay, since I don’t have to walk home, I suppose.”
“Alright – I’ll quickly make up the spare bed.” Natalie did that and changed her pants and tank top for a sleep-tee. She took back beers for the guys and sat down to pick up her cards.
Micky immediately looked at her legs. She checked with Brian but he was looking too. She still had on panties, but they were on display. She blushed a little, biting her grin.
“Nice camel toe, sweetheart.”
Natalie met her husband’s eyes. “I thought you guys would like me better in this.”
“I do,” Micky said. “Except it’s loose up top and we can’t see much – just where your nipples are, a little bit.”
Natalie looked down at her chest, her nipples firming right then. She shifted the way she was sitting, moving her upper leg back a bit and exposing her crotch more. They played a few hands, laughing and chatting. Brian won that game and they switched to concentration, laughing and carrying on through a couple of rounds of that.
They ended up lying on their backs on the floor just talking. “I might go to bed soon,” Natalie announced.
“Yeah – me too,” Brian said with a yawn.
Micky lifted upon an elbow. He walked fingers up Natalie’s shin and clutched her knee.
Natalie flinched, blushing.
“Are you going right now?” Micky teased, and he reached and clutched her other knee.
“Hey, you!” Natalie scolded. She sat up resting back on her hands, her legs flat on the floor. Micky watched hers and Brian’s faces as he walked fingers up her shin again. He got to her knee and squeezed just above it. Her skin tingled, her face heating red. “Um – Micky….”
Micky scooted closer, still on an elbow. He walked his fingers higher and clutched her upper-thigh. She scissored her legs, squirming and stifling a giggle. Micky left off doing that and used a single finger to poke her ribs. She wiggled away and gripped his wrist, looking to her husband, who was just staring blankly.
“Do you want to get him another condom, Brian?”
Brian looked up, his eyes coming to.
Micky clutched Natalie’s ribs. He was grinning huge.
She pressed her arms to her sides to stop him. “I think he might want me again, Brian.” Micky dug his fingers in and made her Laugh and double over squirming. He got on his knees behind her. “Bully!” she said, smiling back at him there. He gripped her shoulders and massaged. She rested back against him and he slipped one hand into the neckline of her sleep-tee and reached down to feel her breasts.
Natalie pressed her chest forward, arching against his hand. She looked up at him, tilting her head and parting her lips as he closed his mouth over hers. He tweaked a nipple as he searched deep into her with his tongue. “Mmm – you’re going to make me wet doing that, Micky.”
“I know. I want to make you wet down there…. I want to get it ready for you-know-what.”
“Uh huh – you can pinch them a little bit – not too hard.”
He laid her back across his lap and she opened her mouth as he bent to her. She held Brian’s gaze as he probed deep with his tongue again and as he stuck his hand up her shirt to get at her tits. He broke off the kiss to look at her. She waited with her lips still parted, maintaining eye contact with her husband.
Micky lifted her shirt up over her tits, exposing them. “Is your pussy wet enough to fuck yet?” he asked.
“Check it,” Natalie replied, blushing.
Micky slipped fingers down the front of her panties and felt into her. “Yep, it’s wet.” He smiled at Brian. “I think she’s ready for more dick, man.”
“Uhh-hhh,” Natalie moaned, rolling her hips as Micky slipped a finger into her. “So, do you want to get him that condom, Brian?”
Brian grimaced. “I don’t think there’s any left. I need to buy some tomorrow.”
Micky looked up, peering from Brian to Natalie.
“Hmm…. Okay, well you’ll have to pull out of me before you cum, Micky?” Natalie pushed her panties down from her hips. “You can have me unprotected but don’t cum inside me, okay? When you’re ready you can finish in my mouth instead.”
“Okay….” Micky pushed his pants down, his cock springing upright. Natalie lay back on the floor and spread her legs for him. He tilted his head to look at her pussy. He then examined it more closely, parting her labia and looking inside. “Yeah – it’s wet now for sure.”
Natalie held Brian’s gaze as she bent her knees up and spread herself wide. Micky was lowering to her, his cock in his hand. He pushed her top back up over her tits. She rested her arm above her head and gripped the leg of the couch. Micky sunk his cock into her. “Uhh hhh… Micky…. But don’t cum inside me, okay? Say when you’re getting close….”
Micky rested on his hands with his upper body raised. He just used his hips to rock Natalie’s small body, making her tits bounce. “It’s so tight in you, Natalie. It’s so hot and slippery.”
“Uh huh…. Are you getting close?”
“Sort of. It’s sort of starting but I can hold back a bit.”
“Okay – if you want to enjoy me for a while, just stop for a minute when you need to. I’ll keep still.”
Micky nodded, his face contorting as he held firmly up her. He grinned down at where they were coupled together, his cock imbedded in her and flexing.
“I can feel you, Micky. Are you sure you didn’t..?”
He shook his head. “I nearly had to pull out. It got really close.”
“Oh – okay….”
He rolled his pelvis and rocked her body, bumping against her and keeping her tits surging from beneath her sleep-t. He was staring at them. Natalie watched his face and pulled her shirt up higher.
Micky smiled. “That’s better.”
Natalie looked to her husband standing there with his eyes glazed. Micky gave a few short, firm thrusts and held still again. “Aw shit – nearly,” he squeaked, grimacing and pressing hard into Natalie. “Wow that was close,” he said, grinning up at Brian.
“This is a bit risky, isn’t it?” Brian suggested.
“Uh huh, but just for a bit longer. I’m getting close too now,” Natalie said, and she closed her eyes as Micky started moving in her again. “Just like that, Micky. Nice and slow,” she uttered, and she suddenly tensed and convulsed, biting down on her lip and pulling Micky’s hips as she ground against him. “No – stay in me,” she said to him, his face contorting. “Mmm that’s nice….” She smiled up at Brian. “I should be okay.”
“Did he just cum?”
“I think so…. It felt like he did.”
“Did you, Micky?” Brian asked.
Micky nodded. “Sorry – I couldn’t stop it.”
“I should be okay,” Natalie said again.
Brian’s face was red. “Are you sure?”
“I think it’s late enough in my month to be safe.” Natalie covered her opening as she sat and extracted herself from being impaled. She lifted a leg across and moved away but Micky grabbed her from behind and cuddled her. She met his lips over her shoulder, both of them on their knees.
“That felt so great like that,” he said, feeling her tits.
“Yeah? You liked it without a condom?”
“Yep!” He kept hold of her with one arm and reached down between their bodies.
“Um – Micky!” Natalie said. Still on her knees, she gripped the couch. Micky entered her again, surging up inside of her.
“Come on, man,” Brian warned. “That’s enough now, come on.”
Micky started thrusting, hunching up behind Natalie and rolling his hips.
“Uhh… hhh,” Natalie moaned, and she looked up at her husband. “It’s okay – just let him,” she uttered.
“It feels so great,” Micky said. He was fully over Natalie’s back, holding tight and pumping her.
Natalie remained resting over the seat of the couch and kept her hips tilted, her opening presented for servicing. She held Brian’s gaze but closed her eyes as she went back into orgasm. Micky humped her through it then jammed himself hard against her bottom and held firm. Natalie peered up at Brian, biting her grin as she was being inseminated again.
Micky finally released her and sat up on the couch. Natalie tugged her sleep-t down and found her panties on the floor. Micky claimed her hand so she sat beside him. “That was amazing. I loved that,” he said.
Natalie smiled. “I’m glad you liked it…. You were so big inside me.”
“It’s great we’re like this now – us two guys and you as the girl.”
“Yes – I’m definitely the girl.” Natalie looked to her husband. “I’m the girl alright – with the thing you guys both need it seems.”
Micky chuckled. “You mean your pussy?”
Natalie held Brian’s gaze. “Yes, I mean my pussy – which you BOTH obviously need – and which I don’t mind sharing.”
Brian just held her eyes.
“Do you like sharing me, Brian?”
He shrugged slightly. “I guess………….”

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Serviced by Multiple men

X-Rated 1

Catherine had on a short sundress and sandals. Beneath the dress she had on panties, and that was all. The three boys stood but only Tod approached. “Don’t worry about them, they’re just going to hang around,” he explained, and Catherine smiled back at the other boys as she was led to the little aluminium boat
When she was seated at the back next to Tod, the dark haired boy spoke. “Hi. I’m Paulo.”
“Hi,” Catherine returned with another smile. Then she said, “Hi, Timmy.”
Timmy smiled and pulled a face at his brother, who was frowning and looking confused. Paulo was watching Catherine intently. It was difficult to see her in the moonlight, but when they arrived on the mainland, the town was lit up and there were huge floodlights at the carnival.
Catherine had to pay her own entry fee because Tod didn’t have enough money to pay for her, but that covered all rides, so they started with the roller coaster and had a few goes at that before trying the big Ferris wheel. That had facing seats, so all four of them got on together.
*
Tod put his arm around Catherine. He held her waist with his hand tucked beneath her arm. He inched his fingers in further and touched the side of her breast. He could feel that it was bare beneath her dress, and he rubbed underneath a little bit.
Paulo and Timmy were watching intently. Tod glanced at Catherine to see she was blushing. Then she pressed her arm against her side.
“Let me feel it,” he whispered to her.
“No – not with them watching.”
“Aw – they don’t care. Just a little feel, okay?”
*
Catherine looked at the other two boys as Tod’s hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing, so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping, and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again, Tod released her then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress.
“Fuck yes!” Paulo groaned, while Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open.
Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple, her dress sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending, though, and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.
Next they had a ride on the go-carts, then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. “This is for you,” he announced to Catherine. “But I’ll carry it for you.”
There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark, and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.
They got back to the Ferris wheel, and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive.
Catherine smiled up at him. “What is it?” she asked sweetly.
“Well….” he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. “Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?”
“Sat next to me?” Catherine repeated.
“Yeah – if he sat with you and had a feel like I did.”
Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. “Is that what you want?” she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought. “I’ll do it if you say so,” she added softly, before the guy had a chance to change his mind.
They got back into line, and when their turn came around, Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.
The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for Paulo to do something. The wheel had gone around once, and on the way up the second time, Paulo put his arm across the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then Paulo’s fingers wiggled in further, and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over Catherine’s nipple, sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast, and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.
Catherine looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down, and she lifted her arm more so the other boy could get his hand in underneath her dress.
*
Paulo felt the girl’s bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead, and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit, and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand, but she wedged her hands between her thighs and stopped him.
Being denied that, Paulo concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard the girl’s nipple was, and he pinched it then jiggled her tit and pinched it again.
*
“You’re next,” Tod said to his brother, making Catherine’s blush deepen.
“No – that’s okay,” Timmy stammered nervously, and the other two boys laughed.
Catherine relaxed back against Paulo while he continued feeling her breast. The boys started laughing and chatting, which eased the tension. Catherine just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn’t so much what the boy was doing, but the fact that it was in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching the other one do it.
Paulo also continued stroking her leg, and Catherine relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh, and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties, and she looked down and could see them exposed. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. The ride finally ended, though, and Catherine was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again, then he spent the last of his money on a soda, while she had to buy her own. It was getting late, so they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island.
The sea was like glass it was so calm. They cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her, then he moved to her ear and whispered, “Can I fuck you again?”
“What – now?” Catherine uttered.
“Yeah. It’s too dark for them to see anything.”
“But how? There’s no room,” Catherine protested, tingling all over.
“Cut the engine, Timmy,” Tod commanded, and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. “Lie over the front and let me do it from behind again,” he said to Catherine. “I’ve got a rubber here.”
He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and obediently leaned over the bow of the boat. The seat was padded, and she knelt on that. It wasn’t uncomfortable.
“You have to lick her a bit to make her wet,” Paulo said, causing Catherine to blush in the moonlight.
Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit, and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two boys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur – how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.
Tod had finished preparations, so he got up and stuck his cock in. It slipped in easily, and he moved right over Catherine’s back and started humping her.
Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against the guy’s weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off, but she enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock, and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him.
Tod then started to grunt and gasp for breath, his thrusts getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of Catherine’s, and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed, and she felt his cock throbbing. It went on and on, and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her, and he was emptying his balls completely that time. She just waited until he finished and lifted from her back with his little cock slipping out.
Catherine’s panties were around her knees. She pulled them up before turning to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned while Paulo was just grinning. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly, and Catherine smiled shyly at them.
Tod tossed the condom into the water, and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her, and this one looked as full as the first one did.
“That felt good,” Tod puffed. “Did you like it when I licked you?”
“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “It was nice.”
“What about your knees – did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?”
“No – it was fine,” Catherine said shyly, looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.
Tod’s breathing was returning to normal. He rested back, looking across at his buddy. “She feels really good from behind like that,” he said, causing Catherine’s blush to fire up again. “She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep.” He squeezed Catherine’s knee. “Don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she uttered again.
“So, do you want to try it?” he asked Paulo.
Paulo nodded. “Yeah – I want to….”
“Can he?” Tod asked Catherine, and another hot flush swept over her entire body.
“Okay,” she said softly, biting her lip.
Paulo then stood up, and Tod shifted to his seat at the back. Catherine turned around and knelt on the seat, holding onto the bow rail again. Paulo lifted her dress up over her hips and pulled down her pants. He left her exposed like that while he pulled his own pants down and rolled his condom on his dick.
“Are you still wet?” he asked.
“I think so,” Catherine said softly, and she tilted her hips and braced back as the guy positioned the head of his cock.
“Yeah, you’re still wet,” he said, making her blush into the moonlight again. “Are you going to push back like you did for Tod?” he asked her.
“Yes, I’ll try,” Catherine uttered as she felt his cock open her and sink in a bit. “Ouch that’s huge!” she cried, though, as he suddenly pressed forward. “Ahhh – not too hard,” she complained, but he was firmly against her bottom grinding his cock in deeper than she had ever been penetrated before.
“Yeah that’s nice,” he said, and he felt up beneath and found her breasts. He had pulled back a bit and was sliding in and out slowly.
Catherine started to relax. She tilted her hips for him. “Owww!” she cried as he ground forward again, though.
“Yeah, that’s it – lean back on me,” he groaned.
“I am,” Catherine uttered and she arched her back and presented herself for him. “Ahhh – that’s so deep,” she cried, but her orgasm was beginning to build, and she kept herself presented to the guy while his cock probed her belly. It wasn’t very thick and was all right until he forced it in that last little bit, but then he seemed to be penetrating another barrier deeper in her.
She turned back to him. “Do you want to take the condom off?”
“Yeah okay,” he said. “But should I pull out or what?”
“No – do it inside me,” Catherine panted. “But really deep, okay?”
Paulo pulled out, and Catherine saw the condom land in the water in front of the boat. Then she tilted her hips and braced as he sunk back into her.
“Owww,” she uttered that time. It was an expression of some sort of deep seeded pleasure mixed with discomfort, though, and she ground herself back over the base of the guy’s cock while the little bursts of pain melded with the warmth of her burgeoning orgasm.
“Do it deep,” she said back over her shoulder. “Really deep now,” she moaned. And the feeling in her belly contracted and intensified, and with a cock buried inside of her and almost poking into her young womb, her orgasm suddenly exploded and thumped through her body.
“Aw fuck yes!” Paulo groaned as Catherine’s pussy squeezed his cock and started to throb around it. He held her hips in place and kept himself buried all the way inside of her while she writhed and ground herself back against him. He held her there then grabbed her tits and massaged them with one hand while he pushed her dress up over her head with the other.
Catherine held onto the rail with her dress draping around her wrists and her panties around her ankles. The guy on her back was moving again, his dick harder than before and spearing into her so deep!
“That’s it – keep pushing back on me,” he breathed into her hair. “You’re so fucking wet now.”
“Like that?” Catherine uttered as she swayed her back and lifted her bottom right up for him. “Do you like me like this?” she asked, wanton beyond any semblance of her usual self. “Owww!” she cried. “Ahhhh – hhh!”
“Aw yeah – here it is,” Paulo groaned, and Catherine tilted her hips for him and held herself presented there like that. The guy convulsed then lifted up over her back with his cock expanding and poking even deeper inside of her. It then pulsed, and pulsed again, then she felt the first spurt of semen, and she closed her eyes and relaxed back against him as his cock started gushing inside of her. “Aw yeah!” he said and she looked back at him grinning.
“That feels nice,” Catherine uttered. “I can feel you so well without the condom.”
*
Paulo was still blowing in her. He had never cum anywhere near that hard in all his years of masturbating or during the four times he’d had sex before. His cock was still pulsing, and he could still feel little squirts going into the girl as she smiled at him.
“I’ve never felt anything this deep in me before,” she said softly.
He grinned. “Sorry if it hurt a bit.”
“Are you really sorry? I think you’re enjoying it,” she shot back at him playfully.
He was finally beginning to soften. “It’s so hot inside you right now,” he said curiously. “She’s really wet too,” he said back over his shoulder to Tod. “She feels amazing, doesn’t she?”
*
Catherine rested her head on her arms and relaxed with her bottom still tilted up and presented to the guy. Her arms were tired, and she didn’t know how much longer he was going to stay in her. He lay down over her and started humping her body, with his cock firming up again quickly. He was right there breathing in her hair. “I think I can cum again really fast. Is that okay?”
“Okay,” Catherine uttered. “Ahh – hhh,” she then cried as he probed deep and ground against her bottom. She could see Tod standing there watching and feeling his cock.
He looked to Paulo. “Hurry up, man, I want to cum again too.”
Paulo started riding Catherine faster. He was fucking her with long strokes and not going all the way in, but then he would suddenly grind against her and she could feel his cock poking right into her belly. There was still some pain each time he did that, but she noticed how excited it made him, and she didn’t mind. She just braced back against him, and the next time he did it she felt his cock throb and squirt more semen into her. She wriggled hard back against him right then so he could ejaculate as deep in her as he could, and his penis again seemed to pulse for a long time.
“Come on, man,” Tod said urgently, though, and Paulo got up off Catherine’s back then Tod took his place.
Catherine tilted her hips and presented herself for him too, pleased that he was going to be in her without a condom this time. After thrusting for a minute, he was still and ejaculating in her as well. “Yeah, fuck that’s so hot in her without a rubber,” he groaned.
Catherine smiled back at him. “Do I feel nice for you like this?”
“You feel fantastic…. I should have cum in you the other times today as well.”
“I know. That’s what I was thinking before.”
Tod was completely spent and his dick had shrivelled up. He put it away. Catherine got up on her knees and slipped her dress back over her head. Her panties were around her ankles. She stepped out of them and picked them up. They were sandy, but they were okay when she shook them off.
“Can I do it too?” Timmy asked anxiously. He was feeling his cock.
“Yeah – go Timmy!” Tod laughed. “This will be his first,” he said to Catherine.
“Can I?” Timmy pled.
Catherine blushed again. “Okay, but you have to do it quickly.” The thought of having three guys mount her one after the other was exhilarating.
He groaned. “I’m ready now. I’m nearly doing it in my pants.”
“Okay then,” Catherine uttered, and she turned and knelt on the seat. Timmy was getting his cock out. She bent over and held onto the rail, watching back over her shoulder as he got into position behind her. He bunched her dress up over her hips, and she lifted her bottom as he started probing her. She was very wet and he slipped into her easily, then he lay over her back and hugged her body as he started humping her.
Catherine peered back over her shoulder at the two other boys watching her being mated. They were silent. Timmy was thrusting and grunting. He lasted only a few minutes before Catherine felt him cumming in her. He was bigger than his brother and she could feel the strong throb of his penis.
“Is that nice?” she asked him as she rested her head on her arms again.
“Yeah. It feels really nice,” he said. “You’re really beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Catherine uttered softly, and she remained there while he enjoyed himself inside of her, and he even reached beneath and felt her breasts.
Tod chuckled. “Yeah – that’s the way, Timmy. Go for it, boy!”
Timmy was tweaking Catherine’s nipples like he knew what he was doing. He was also firming inside of her again, and he began to slowly thrust against her bottom.
“Can I do it twice like Paulo did?” he asked her.
“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered, and she lifted and pressed back against him as the warmth of a resurgent orgasm flushed over her.
Timmy was considerably bigger than his brother, his cock stiff and probing in quite deep. He was actually a very nice size, and he was still holding Catherine’s nipples while he was humping her with a steady rhythm of short, powerful thrusts.
Catherine’s orgasm quickly built, and just as Timmy pressed up behind her hard and held firm, it thumped through her belly, clenching in tune with the powerful bursts of cum shooting from his cock.
Catherine smiled back at the guy but he was gasping for breath and sweating profusely. He grimaced. “Sorry but I think I squirted a lot of it in you. It felt so good!”
“That’s okay…. Are you finished now, or do you want to do it again?” she asked playfully.
“No, I think I’m finished now,” he answered, quite sincerely.
He lifted from her, so she got back up on her knees and fixed her hair. She could feel a trickle running down her leg, and she used her panties that she had scrunched in her hand to dab at it. The boys were starting the boat and not watching her, so she discretely dabbed her pussy too and sat down with her panties pressed between her legs – kind of sitting on them with her dress out behind so it didn’t get wet from their cum.
“So, do you do that with lots of guys back home?” Paulo asked.
“No,” Catherine replied indignantly. “I’ve only been with a few older men, and then I’ve had a boyfriend for the last six months until we just broke up.”
“Oh. So, how old are you?” Tod asked.
“Nineteen. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty and so is Paulo. Timmy’s eighteen.”
“I’m nearly nineteen!” Timmy declared, smiling at Catherine.
“I’m glad you haven’t got a boyfriend right now,” Paulo said. “Lucky for us!”
“Maybe, but I hope you’ve got somewhere better than a boat next time,” Catherine challenged………..

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Marooned: X-Rated short story

Desert Island

Paul was sitting on the veranda when the other three men returned from swimming. They went inside, but Jasper came back out with a kitchen chair and the hair-trimming cloth for his shoulders. He got set up, and Paul’s wife Justine brought her comb and scissors.
She trimmed the back and top while standing behind then moved around to do the sides and his beard. Her makeshift tunic had just the one tie, around her waist. It was open above and below. Her hips were bare, the skirt of the garment opening to reveal her pubic hair sometimes. It did so one time when she was stepping across one of his knees. She had pressed against his arm, and her skirt gathered aside and revealed her fully down below.
Jasper had a look at her pussy. He tilted his head to see. She looked down too and noticed what had happened. A strand of cotton from the frayed edge of the fabric had caught on a button on Jasper’s sleeve. He lifted his arm, pulling her skirt up and to the side. She fiddled with the tangled thread while he grinned and examined her.
He winked over at Paul. “Nice, eh?”
Justine snipped the thread to release it. She brushed her skirt down, blushing as she glanced at Paul. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” she accused Jasper with a mock glare.
He just smiled up at her as she resumed trimming his beard. He touched her legs, clutching just above her knees.
“Don’t! I might snip you if you do it.”
He just kept smiling and only softly gripped her. He caressed upward a little and squeezed gently again. Justine combed his hair, checking her work. He felt up higher, gathering the bottom of her skirt and squeezing again. She turned her head and swallowed, her eyes closing and her chest lifting as she drew a breath. He stroked softly upward, gathering her skirt and lifting it with his thumbs. His fingers were travelling up the front of her thighs and touched her groin, either side of her little landing strip. He tucked her skirt into her waist band, keeping her revealed.
“That time was on purpose,” he said.
Justine glanced at Paul again. She then stood combing her own hair while Jasper continued stroking her legs and looking at her pussy. He was running his fingertips up and down the outer of her thighs with his thumbs caressing the front. On one upward caress, he reached further with his thumbs and touched her inner thighs. She squirmed away before he touched her pussy, and she brushed her skirt down. Jasper then grabbed her and tickled her ribs.
Justine squealed and laughed. He pulled her to him. She wriggled around and he held her from behind. She was squirming and pushing at his arm. Paul saw he had one arm inside her tunic and that he was groping her bare tit with that hand while tickling her with the other. He reached down and clutched her legs, making her bend forward and virtually sit on his lap.
He relented while she caught her breath. “Don’t!” she said, glaring back at him as he threatened to grip her thigh again. She was still giggling and trying to hold that wrist away. Paul could see his other hand feeling her tit. He was massaging it slowly and playing with the nipple. He clutched her thigh gently. “But don’t squeeze,” Justine pled. She held his other arm softly as he continued feeling her tit. He clutched higher up her thigh, and she gripped his wrist in readiness to push him away. He then felt up between her thighs as he suddenly tickled her ribs. She squealed and squirmed from his lap with her legs pressed together. “Bad, bad, Jasper!” she scolded, hiding behind Paul.
Jasper laughed, and she did too. Paul met the other man’s gaze and wink. “Damn she’s hot, buddy,” he said.
“Yes, she is,” Paul agreed, cuddling Justine to his side.
Thomas called that dinner was ready. Justine brushed at the hair all over her tunic, complaining about it as they went inside. She changed behind her partition and came out wearing her frock.
After the meal, Paul helped Justine with the dishes, as he always did now. They just spoke with their eyes and knowing glances. Her frock had spaghetti string shoulder straps but was also a gathered elastic bodice.
Justine slipped her arms through the strings and left them hanging down. “In case I get tickled again,” she whispered to Paul.
“Do you have anything on underneath?” he whispered back.
She shook her head, biting a grin. “Jasper touched my pussy before – did you see?”
“Yeah. I thought he did.”
“I think he might grab me again if I walk too close. I think next time he gets a chance he might finger me.”
“Where did Steven and Thomas go?” Paul had seen them leave. Jasper was sitting at the table reading.
“They said something about checking a fishing net they made.”
“Okay…. Well, I’m going to sit out on the veranda for a while. Are you okay to finish clearing the table?”
Justine blushed a little. “You mean with him sitting there and no one else around?”
Paul nodded. “I’ll be just outside….”
“Okay,” Justine uttered.
Paul left her and nodded to Jasper as he glanced up. He went out and sat watching the clouds and the moon but listening intently for any sounds from inside the cabin. Moments passed before he heard voices. Then Justine giggled and shrieked.
Paul looked through the window to see Jasper holding her from behind again. She was pushing a hand away from her leg. She was smiling and pressing back against him, her face red, her eyes alight. He felt one tit then the other. She kept hold of his other wrist and reached back to hold his hip with her free hand. He felt up under her frock. She kept hold of his wrist and had her thighs pressed together. Her eyes closed as he obviously touched her pussy. She gripped the back of his head, her legs giving way as he forced his hand between them.
It looked like he was fingering her. His hand was concealed beneath her frock, but Paul was sure he had fingers inside of her. Thomas and Steven were coming up from the beach so Paul went to the door and noisily shifted a chair to announce he was coming in.
Justine was fixing the top of her frock. Jasper was resting back in his chair, smiling. At a glance, Paul could see his fingers were wet.
“He grabbed me again,” Justine reported, poking her tongue out at jasper and having to jump as he lunged for her.
Steven and Thomas came in carrying a couple of crabs in a net basket. They washed up, and cards were dealt. Justine read while the men played. She went to bed early with her partition half drawn and her bed in the moonlight from her window. They could see her as she pulled on panties and removed her frock. She lay back with her sheet up to her waist and her tits bare. Everyone was looking at her.
“It’s not too bright out here, love?” Thomas asked.
“No – it’s fine. I don’t mind the candlelight.”
“Yeah – they look nice in the candlelight.” Jasper chuckled. “Nice nips.”
She patted the sheet down either side of her body, her chest lifting, her nipples erect and casting shadows of their own. “Thank you, Jasper. I’m glad you like them,” she said sweetly and yawned.
“I like them too!” Steven said.
Justine giggled, making her tits shudder. “Thank you, Steven….”
“Me too,” Paul said, and everyone laughed.
“Lucky arsehole,” Jasper scoffed. “At least you’ve got your woman here with you.”
“Yeah – I know…. We were talking about that earlier, weren’t we, sweetheart?”
Justine sat up. “It must be hard for you other men,” she offered sincerely.
Thomas moved his chair back to include Justine more directly.
Jasper stood and came around the table. “It could be worse – like, with no women at all.” He sat on the edge of the table, facing Justine.
Steven was nodding to everyone. “Yeah – it’s much better with Justine here….” He was peering around the edge of the partition.
Jasper was standing there. He pulled it back further, casting more light. Justine looked down at her bare breasts then up at everyone. She was resting back on her hands with them thrust forward. Her nipples were still erect.
“Are you men sure this doesn’t make it harder for you?” she asked sweetly.
“Only in a good way,” Thomas answered first.
“Definitely not,” Jasper declared forthrightly.
Justine nodded and looked to Paul. He held her gaze, shrugging an okay. They each knew what the other was thinking, though Paul wasn’t sure how far his wife had progressed with what they had spoken about earlier. He understood Justine was about to invite the others into the issue. She was asking if she should say something or whether he wanted to. He mouthed the words you can.
“Well, what if we did a little bit more?” she started, peering from Thomas to Jasper. “Paul and I were talking about it and wondering if we should put aside the fact that we’re married, in the real world, and do what we can to share everything here.”
Jasper’s jaw had sagged. Thomas spoke. “To share – everything?”
Justine’s blush was noticeable even in the candlelight. “Uh huh…. To share me – as the only female here.”
Thomas’s jaw was sagging now. Steven’s eyes were wide as he looked from Justine to the men. Paul swallowed hard. Jasper was nodding, a tiny grin curving his lips.
“But I don’t mean fully,” Justine went on. She had only paused for a split second, but time had slowed for Paul. “I don’t mean having full sex with me – just, um – well, a little bit less than full but more than you’ve already been having…. Which no one said you could, by the way,” she scolded.
Jasper chuckled. “We’ve been trying to behave.”
“Hmm – and you’re the worst!” She giggled. “I think if we do anything more, then you should have to go last.”
Thomas sat on the end of the cot. Justine had sat forward, hugging her knees.
“What do you mean by a little more, love? You shouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with – or you, Paul.”
Paul met the gazes of the other three men. “Well, we haven’t decided anything yet. We’re just talking about it and thinking it through at the moment…. It feels kind of weird, but this whole situation is freaky.”
“Got that right, buddy,” Jasper agreed. “You wouldn’t read about this shit, but I reckon you and Justine are handling it well. It’s great that you’re both so open and considerate. I’d like to think I’d be the same if I were here with my woman and you three ugly mugs.”
“Oh, yeah – and which woman would that be?” Thomas tossed at the younger man.
“You mean, who would I prefer to be stranded on a desert island with?” Jasper frowned in thought. He shook his head. “Nah – forget that idea. I’ll stick with Justine, thanks.”
Everyone laughed. Paul edged onto the cot beside his wife, taking her hands within one of his and squeezing. She rocked her head onto his shoulder. He kissed her softly and rested back, cuddling her to his chest. Her tits were then exposed to the other men again.
Thomas looked up from them. “So, what did you mean by a little bit more, love?”
“Um…. I was thinking of oral…. That’s something I really enjoy, so if you men wanted it from me – well, I don’t see the harm….”
“All of us?” Steven blurted.
Justine nodded, biting her lip. “But not every five minutes – with four of you and only one of me!”
Thomas cleared his throat. “That would be amazing, love.”
Justine smiled through a deepening blush. “I’ll try and make it nice for you – to suck you really nice while you watch me…………………..”

From the Amazon eBook Felt up & Fingered

Party Girl: X-Rated short story

Exhibitionism

Celia and Phillip were at a table with their parents. As soon as the meal ended her dad took her for a dance. There was a small floor with a pianist playing slow music. She was passed on to an uncle and to a few of the men from Phillip’s family. Phillip’s father held her close and kept her for a second number. He then passed her to his much younger brother, and she was held close by him too. He was a very strong man – muscular. His big hand was pressed to her side, his fingers stroking a little with the music.
The music ended. A few other couples left the floor. “Would you like to stay for another?” he asked her.
“Okay,” Celia uttered, peering up at him.
He took her with his arm again. His hand pressed to her back, stroking upward then down as he guided her close and gripped her side again. “I guess there’ll be no more of these dances for us other men after Saturday.”
“Hmm – I guess…. You can have as many as you want tonight though, Mister Ericson.”
He chuckled. “And I won’t be Mister anymore either. I’ll be good old Uncle Bob.” He wasn’t that old – late thirties.
The music picked up. He spun her out and pulled her back. He was a good dancer. After another twirl he dipped her and made her laugh.
“You’ll be able to have more of these dances anytime you want. I won’t care what my husband thinks…. But you’re not old enough to be called Uncle – Bob!”
He chuckled. The music slowed and he pulled her close again. “Is this alright?”
“Yes….”
His hand was moving upon her side. “It’s too bad you got changed for dinner. That was a pretty dress you had on before.”
Celia blushed into his shoulder. “You saw?”
“I was in the lobby when you were checking in…. I hope you’re going to wear it again for us some time.” His fingertips stroked higher, brushing the side of her breast. “Are you going to enjoy your last days of freedom, are you?”
“Yes, I am….”
There were three other couples. Bob had danced them to a corner of the floor where there was no one seated nearby. His fingers extended further, rubbing her breast more deliberately. “Is this still alright?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered “Just a little bit though – while no one’s watching.”
Bob chuckled. “Excellent! How the hell did that nephew of mine land a hot little honey like you? I could never figure that out.”
“I’m not hot,” Celia said. “I’m trying to be now, but so far I’m the one lucky to have kept a boyfriend at all.”
“You could come out with me one night – have some fun before the big commitment.”
“Do you know any dance clubs around here?”
“Sure! You going to wear that dress?”
“I have others like it,” Celia answered. “I have a silver one that’s open at the sides all the way to my waist.” Bob continued stroking the side of her breast. She let him for a short time longer before asking, “So, when will you take me to a real dance club? Tomorrow night?”
“How about tonight?” Bob smiled and turned her out, spinning her back in and dipping her again, to the applause of the table of elderly relatives they had ended up beside.
“Tonight – how can I?” Celia wanted to.
His big hand beneath her arm was holding her firmly again. His thumb extended upward and stroked her, almost touching her nipple through her top and bra. Both garments were only soft fabric – the bra was a flimsy little lace thing. It was from the naughty lingerie shop.
“Later will be fine. When everyone starts leaving and you can slip away,” Bob said, dancing her back into the corner, out of sight. He reached around her to feel her breast more fully, his thumb rubbing her nipple. She twisted a little bit that way to make it easier for him. He squeezed her small mound, his hand covering it easily. “You’ll be able to get away from Phillip, won’t you? They were saying you have separate rooms.”
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered.
“So, you’re going to be making him wait and letting us other men enjoy you some, eh?”
“A little bit…. Not to have sex with me, though. Just to look at me, and what you’re doing now is okay.”
“What about between your legs? Are we allowed to have a feel of your pussy before wimpy Phillip gets at it on Saturday night?” Bob grinned.
Celia giggled and blushed. “Um…. That’s an interesting idea.”
“Yeah? How interesting?”
“Well, it’s kind of strange with you being Phillip’s uncle, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know – keeping it in the family and all…. And I wouldn’t tease him about it later. I wouldn’t tell him.”
“You wouldn’t? I don’t think I would want him to find out.” Bob’s hand slipped back to her waist as they were joined by her parents. “It’s going to be exciting to have been touched by other men, though,” she whispered. “You’re the second one today.”
“Who was the first?”
“Some guy on the plane. He liked my dress too.” Celia giggled as she was spun out again.
“Well, I think as one of your husband-to-be’s elders, I should be allowed a little feel of your pussy later tonight…. Is your dress short?”
“Yes.” Celia blushed deeply at the thought of him touching her between the legs. She absolutely wanted him to.
“So, I’ll take you to a dance club after this and watch you dancing in your new little dress – watching your legs and thinking all the while about what panties you have on – maybe getting a flash of them if I’m lucky. How does that sound?”
Celia looked up and met his eyes. “Okay, Bob. I say yes to that – to everything you said.”
The pianist called a break. Bob led her from the dance floor by the hand and took her to the bar. He ordered champagne for her and a beer for himself. She sat up on a stool. “I actually like what you said about being Phillip’s elder. I like the idea of you having some rights to me before my wedding.” Bob was just peering at her face. She fiddled with her drink for a moment then looked up to meet his focused expression.
Bob placed a foot on a rung of a bar stool, shifting to make room for a bulge in his trousers. Celia looked up from it, grinning. He chuckled. “Oops.”
She giggled too. Arms encircled her from behind and she peered back to be kissed by Phillip. She blushed again, guiltily that time.
“That was some fine dancing there, Uncle Bob.”
“How did you go with your lessons, Phillip – all ready to waltz with your young bride-to-be here on her wedding day?”
Celia snuggled back against Phillip while he chatted and laughed with his uncle. She was on fire inside – absolutely thrilled to be sitting there between the man she was going to marry and a man she was going to go out with that night. She found the notion of being sexy with Phillip’s elder to be very exciting. Phillip was not a very assertive man. He was a wimp as a matter of fact – she had to agree with his uncle in that. Bob was a bit of a rogue.
This was what Celia really needed. In her moment of freedom between the rule of her mother and giving herself to a husband, she needed to have fun and feel sexy.
“Pick you up in an hour?” Bob asked her. He was parting.
“Okay – one hour,” Celia agreed. “Where?”
“I’m going to go and get changed. I’ll come up to your room when I get back.”
He left. Phillip took his seat at the bar beside Celia. “What was that all about, sweetheart?”
“Bob’s taking me to a dance club tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. It will be fun. You know you hate nightclubs.”
“Yes, but it’s already nine o’clock. Isn’t it a bit late to be gallivanting around the city?”
“No. I think the nightclub scene doesn’t even start until after nine, Phillip.”
“Oh I see…. But don’t you have things to plan and prepare for Saturday? Aren’t there wedding arrangements you need to be tending to? You don’t want to be too tired tomorrow, do you?”
“Phillip, don’t worry! Everything is well under control. Mother and Aunties have our wedding well in hand. All we need to do is show up on time Saturday afternoon. I just need to be ready for my hair and makeup that morning…. But between now and then, I’m going to have some fun without Mother and without you!” Celia giggled. “I’m going to enjoy my final days of freedom, and I don’t want to hear any complaints from Mother, or from my husband-to-be,” she went on, leaning close for a kiss. “Is that understood?”
“Hmm – I suppose…. I suppose Uncle Bob should be trusted to take care of you. He’s something of a ruffian, so you should be safe enough at one of those places with him…. As long as you stay with him, sweetheart. You will stay close to him at all times, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will…. He’s going to take good care of me. Don’t worry,” Celia said, blushing guiltily again. Then she decided to push a little further. “I’m going to dress in a way that will probably attract attention, so he will need to take care of me.”
“Oh? Maxwell said you were wearing something new on the flight.”
“I have lots of new clothes, now that I’m not going to have Mother doing daily inspections.” Celia blushed a little as she went on gamely. “The dress I’m wearing tonight is very short and a bit revealing up top, and I won’t be wearing a bra.”
“You won’t?” Phillip’s face was blank with apparent confusion.
“No. The dress has no back and it’s open all the way down the sides.” She leaned closer to whisper. “I’ll be showing all the men the sides of my breasts but it would be ugly to cover them with a bra…. Mother definitely wouldn’t approve,” she added with a giggle.
“But you’ve never…. I mean you’ve always dressed respectably, Celia.”
“I know, Phillip, but this next few days is different. This is MY time. I’m the bride-to-be….” Celia experienced a further rush of bravery and confidence. “Don’t you want other men to see what you’re getting, Phillip? I’ve seen you boasting and showing off with your boats. I know you like feeling superior – having the best things. Do you want everyone to think you’re settling for some boring, plain looking wife?”
Phillip’s face had reddened by the time Celia moved from whispering to meet his eyes. “A wife and a boat are hardly comparable,” he said. His tone was typically soft, though. He could be a little assertive with her when he wanted to be, but it seemed he was swayed by her argument. She had made it up as she went, but it had apparently struck a chord.
“Uncle Bob will make sure they don’t do anything. He’ll make sure it will be look but don’t touch,” she went on. “I’ve tried the dress on. It doesn’t reveal my nipples. It almost does, but not quite…. Do you want to come and see?”
“I don’t know…. Just the thought of you dressed that way and going out dancing is rather daunting. I fear I’d lose nerve completely if I saw for myself.”
“Well, you can just imagine, then,” Celia continued, leaning to his ear again and pressing the unexpectedly well received plan. “You can imagine lots of rough men looking at my bare back and the sides of my boobs – especially when I raise my arms to dance and they can nearly see my nipples…. They’re already aroused right now, just thinking about it.”
“Yes, I can imagine,” Phillip whispered back. “Drooling ruffians.”
“Uh huh…. And they’ll be watching my legs – bare legs. My dress is sooo short, Phillip. The skirt is very tight and I won’t be able to stop them from seeing up it…. Should I wear pretty panties? Would you like them to see me in something sheer and sexy?”
“They should cover you, darling. I wouldn’t want you to go too far and wear one of those horrible G-strings that you see the strippers wear on television.”
“Okay, I’ll choose a pretty lace pair. That way they’ll be wishing they can see more.”
“Yes, I like that…. Wishing for more is best.”
Celia cuddled up and kissed her fiancé. “So, you don’t mind if I sneak off and get ready for my sexy nightclub adventure? They’re all talking business. No one’s going to miss me.”
Phillip looked around. “Go on then. I’ll tell them you went up to lie down. But please be careful, darling. This is rather adventurous.”

*

Bob was staying at a hotel in the city with a nightclub underneath. He had been there the night before. It was a classy place, the crowd were mostly younger, but there were a few his age, so he had felt at ease sitting at the bar watching the girls dance. He was looking forward to watching Celia.
He knocked lightly on her door. A moment later it opened and she peered from behind it. She was smiling through a blush – so sweet. She had on a glittery little silver dress. It was a halter-neck, backless, and very short. “Show me,” he said, holding up her hand and spinning her around once. “Mmm – I think I’ll need at least one slow dance with you in that too.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Come on, though – let’s show you off first.”
She collected her tiny purse. Bob held the door and touched her back as she passed. The elevator was directly across the hall. There was an elderly gentleman who was checking Celia in the mirrored wall on the way down. He got out in the lobby. They were going down the next level to the car park under the building.
“How did Phillip take the news we were going night-clubbing?”
“He was okay. He’s worried about how safe I’m going to be, but that’s just silly. He said you will take care of me.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” Bob chuckled, touching the soft skin of Celia’s back again to guide her from the elevator. He walked her to his SUV and held the door while she got in. She kept her knees together but the dress was very short. “Just little white panties, eh? And no place for a bra…”
“Uh huh…. No bra, and yes, my panties are white.”
Bob tilted his head for another look. “That’s good – white shows up nice under the dance floor lights.”
“Oh? I never thought of that.”
Bob closed her door and got in the driver’s seat. “That little dress should ride up and flash them. You won’t cover up when it does, eh, baby?”
He squeezed her thigh as he drove. She didn’t object. She just sat watching out the window as he cruised slowly through the busy streets. He had a parking space in the basement, and led Celia to the elevator. She was clinging to his arm.
“Are you okay, love?”
“A bit nervous – excited,” she said.
He slipped his free hand in under his arm and beneath hers. He touched her side – her bare skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he said, and he held her gaze as he felt in through the side of her dress and cupped her little breast. “I’ll take good care of you,” he went on, rolling her nipple.
It firmed nicely as he played with it. He bent to her and met her lips. They parted, so he sought her tongue, caressing it with his. With that, she relaxed, so he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke off and met her eyes again. They were glazed.
The elevator door opened and two young guys walked past, both checking Celia out. Bob kept her hand and led her into the elevator. “Do you like being kissed?”
She nodded, biting her lip. He lifted her chin and pressed to her lips again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back when the doors opened at the nightclub level of the hotel.
The music was thumping. The club was dimly lit with the dance floor lights flashing iridescent and illuminating anything white. There was room to move. It was not crowded at all, just about half full.
Celia’s little silver dress sparkled. Bob sat her up on a bar stool and got her a drink. With her heels hooked into a rung halfway up the stool, he could see up her dress quite easily. He moved behind her and pressed close to her ear. “That’s good, love – we can see your panties like that.”
A guy ordering a drink was having a look as Bob spoke. He glanced again and Bob gave him a nod. He was quite young, maybe 20 or so. He took a seat facing Celia. Bob pressed close again. “I’ll go sit over there…. Just stay like that and let him have a look, baby.”
Bob walked past the guy and had another look himself. There was no chance of Celia concealing her panties with her legs raised like that. Her thighs were slender and didn’t meet. There was a full view of her crotch.
From a lounge area, Bob watched guys ordering drinks and checking Celia out. One would chat with her now and then. She kept her heels resting on the rung and gave them all a good look up her dress.
She looked over at Bob when one guy was taking her to the dance floor. Her smile was beaming. The guy was congratulated as they walked past a table with three other boys about their age. He immediately pulled Celia close. She backed against him and wiggled. He held her hips. He was already touching her and hadn’t been dancing with her for a minute.
Bob kept a close eye on the guy. Celia was having a great time, so he didn’t want to spoil it for her unless he had to. She was naïve enough to go along with anything, but so far all was good.
Another guy from the table joined in. Celia was wiggling between the two of them. They were both a bit handsy with her. She was obscured from Bob’s view for a moment, and when he saw her again he noticed the second guy rubbing up from her hips and hiking her dress. Her little white panties were then almost fully on display. A third guy joined in, and when Celia rubbed back against him he groped her breasts. She squirmed away from him but her dress was then up around her waist.
Bob rushed to her and pulled her off the dance floor, glaring at the three boys. They went back to their table but kept looking over. Celia was giggling and she threw herself into Bob’s arms. He took her back to the dance floor and kept hold of her himself.
She was hot, sweaty and very cuddly. Bob held her hips and had her grinding on his thigh. He pulled her dress up to expose her panties again. The men lined around the dance floor were all checking her out. He left her dancing alone and returned to his seat. One of the watchers immediately took his place. He was almost Bob’s age – a big man. He kept glancing over but Bob gave him a slow nod, which he seemed to understand. He took hold of Celia’s hips and held her close while she wiggled and ended up straddling his thigh, as she had with Bob. She was lifting her arms and her little dress was gaping at the sides, her small breasts partially exposed.
Another man joined in and the first one retreated to the edge of the floor to watch. The new guy grabbed Celia’s bottom, his big hands beneath the skirt of her dress. He held her and dry humped her with his thigh. Her panties were bikini briefs. They covered her bottom. Her dress had hiked up to her hips again, displaying them fully. Two more men joined in and had her surrounded.
Bob waited for a while this time and let them play with her. She was still smiling – beaming excitedly. They edged her off the dance floor and gave her a drink. There was a whole bunch of guys around her, chatting her up, it seemed. Bob watched for a good while, letting her enjoy the attention. He eventually grabbed her hand and took her from them.
“That was so amazing,” Celia cried, clinging to his arm as the elevator doors closed, shutting out the beat of the music.
An hour of that noise was enough for Bob. He had thought about taking Celia up to his room, but he knew what would happen if he did, and he didn’t want things to go that far. He took her back to the car and, once inside, he pressed his lips to hers to stop her incessant chattering.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he inserted his tongue. She submitted to the kiss. He was squeezing her slender thigh and rubbed upward. He cupped her through her panties. “Mmm,” she moaned again, gripping his arm.
“Just a little feel,” Bob insisted, kissing her again, and he opened her slit with his middle finger and felt into her, still through her panties. She kept her hold on his arm but her thighs parted slightly. He isolated her clit and softly massaged it. “Damn you were sexy in there, baby. All those guys will be jacking off to you tonight.”
“Will they?” she uttered. “I like the thought of that.”
“I will be too, baby,” Bob said into another kiss. “Can I finger you? Would that be okay?”
“Um….”
“Come on – you feel so wet.”
“Hmm…. You’re MAKING me wet, doing that.”
Bob stretched the damp fabric aside and found her slit was dripping. He used two fingers to continue working her clit. He did that more firmly, and when she started squirming he slipped those two fingers into her. He felt up inside of her and rubbed back against her G-spot. “Yes, open your legs, baby…. I want you to cum for me.”
“Okay….” Celia moaned, and she clung to him while he nailed her with his fingers. He pumped her with them hard and fast until he felt her tight little hole clench, and she bit into his shoulder.
“That’s it, baby, cum on my hand.”
“You made me,” she uttered, squirming and squeezing her legs together.
He sought her lips and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her little hole was slick now – perfectly prepared for cock. “I’d better take you back before this goes any further, Celia. I’d love to fuck you now but I’d better not.”
Bob smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place and sucked his fingers. He licked them clean while she watched. “You taste sweet, baby.”
Celia tugged her dress down to cover her panties, just biting her grin. Bob drove. He was painfully erect and kept squeezing and massaging his cock through his pants. He would have to jerk off as soon as he got back to his room. Celia kept glancing across but he didn’t attempt to hide what he was doing. “I’ll be thinking about you when I do this properly tonight, Celia. My old balls are already full.”
“Really?” she asked softly.
“Of course! How could they not be after watching you dance like that?” He reached across and felt her tits. Her nipples were hard – little pebbles beneath the shiny silver fabric of her dress. He played with one then reached further across and played with the other. They were at her hotel. “I’d better walk you, love.”
“Okay….”
There were lots of people in the foyer but they were alone in the elevator. Bob lifted Celia’s chin and kissed her again. He searched her hot little mouth with his tongue and felt her up, thumbing a nipple. The doors opened at her floor. He kept hold of her waist and followed her. Once inside her room he urged her to her knees and released his cock. He stroked it and rubbed her face with it. Her lips parted so he inserted the head. He did so just as he was about to cum.

*

Celia squeezed her eyes closed as the penis in her mouth pulsed and gushed semen. She held it in, letting it pool under her tongue. Her fiancé’s uncle left her on her knees and slipped from her hotel room apologising.
She remained there on the floor holding the thick fluid in her mouth. After a minute she got up and went to the bathroom. She was curious. She opened her mouth and looked closely in the mirror. The semen had a milky appearance with thick, congealed globs in it. She moved it around with her tongue, examining it. Some had seeped into her throat, and swallowing that filled her senses with a very potent masculine taste.
Celia left the bathroom and flopped on her bed. She lay there toying with the gooey fluid, swallowing dribbles of it but otherwise moving it around with her tongue. This may be the only other man’s cum she got to taste, and she wanted to savour the moment. Bob had certainly been right about his old balls being full, she decided, giggling at the thought and choking down some more.
She lay for a long time with the load of cum in her mouth, gradually swallowing it down bit by bit. She picked up the silver framed photograph of Phillip on her nightstand. She looked at the smiling face of her fiancé for a moment, then she kissed him and swallowed the remaining portion of his uncle’s semen…………..

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Ken stops smiling and tilts in to nuzzle for a soft kiss. He gets one and whispers into it, “I think you should let the workshop guys take you into their change room and have turns fucking you tomorrow.” Mischa’s eyes pop open wide. He kisses her some more. “I want that young guy Denis to nail you, baby. He was telling me how he’s going to get onto you sooner or later, and I want you to let him.”
“But, Ken!” Mischa utters into his next kiss.
“I know he’s an arsehole, baby.”
“And you want me to…? With all of them?”
“It’s only Jason and Denis working tomorrow morning. And there’s only me and Warren in sales. No one else will be around….”
Mischa huffs another little breath, peering down and still frowning a bit.
“I think Denis is just a dick – he’s not dangerous, sweetheart.”
“I know….” Mischa shrugs. “It would be okay with Jason there anyway.”
“Alright, that’s good then.” Ken strokes Mischa’s hair from her forehead. “You’d like that, with two of them together, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t mind that, Ken, but it’s getting closer to being unsafe. It’s actually the last day I had in mind to risk it at all…. Would you really want that guy Denis to cum inside me?”
Ken swallows, nodding a little. “It would be better for him if he’s allowed to. It would be far more satisfying for him in terms of taking you from me.”
“Oh…. So, he wants to cuckold you, does he?” Mischa’s teasing grin is there in her eyes. She bites a lip, stopping it from manifesting.
Ken grins too. “Yes, he called me a cuck. He’s pretty sure of himself.”
“Uh huh – I noticed with the way he kissed me that time…. It will be interesting being with him again.”
“Yeah…?” Ken swallows at the dryness of his throat. “He said he wants you with no panties. Could you wear one of your new little dresses with nothing under it?”
“Mmm – how about the red tube one? I could leave off the shoulder straps so it pulls down easily – or up of course……….”

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After releasing a series of themed compilations through December I’m thinking it’s about time for a new sweetly submissive Hotwife to have her Awakening…. Watch for the release of beautiful Mischa’s story in the first week of the New Year. Happy holiday reading!!

……..Ken is drying off after his shower when he hears his daughter laugh and squeal, then there’s a splash in the pool. He checks from the bathroom window to see her with the young pool guy, who doesn’t work Saturdays, as far as Ken can recall. He chuckles to himself. Mischa appears from the house and approaches them. She sits on the pool step soaking her feet and chatting.
Mischa’s laptop is open on the kitchen counter with a booking confirmation on screen. Ken needs his glasses. He goes back to the bedroom and gets them then sits up at the counter. The booking is for three nights at The Sands Resort, which is a four star hotel they’ve stayed at a few times before – with a minimum three night stay. It’s also only fifteen minutes from Ken’s work, so he has guessed his wife’s thinking. He chuckles to himself about that too.
There’s another tab open to Facebook Messenger. He guiltily checks that Mischa is still busy chatting then clicks on it. There are postings from right then. He scrolls up and finds the ones from the other day regarding meeting the guy for lunch. Ken quickly scans through them – his cock flexing as he reads that Mischa has to wear a skirt. He gets to the series of new posts from when he was in the shower. It seems Jason initiated contact.
Jason: Hey gorgeous what are you doing?
Mischa: Going away for the weekend. What about you?
Jason: I’m missing you bad already. When can I see you again?
Mischa: I don’t know maybe next week sometime.
Mischa: We can’t be like before you know. I’m married now.
Jason: Your husbands cool with it.
Jason: Show me your tits and I’ll back off.
Mischa: Huh?
Jason: Have you got a camera? High res? Send me a pic.
Mischa: And will you leave me alone if I do?
Jason: Sure. Just to get me through until I get back next week.
There’s a time lapse before the next message, which is a file. Ken opens the file and finds a pic of Mischa in front of their bedroom mirror holding her top and bra above her tits. She’s blushing and biting a shy grin in the shot. Ken has to free his cock and squeeze it.
Jason: Perfect. I’ll blow that up for the change room at work.
Jason: You remember the change room?
Mischa: Just go away you!
Mischa: Arsehole.
Jason: Hehehe
Jason: Love how tight you still are. Can’t wait to get my dick in you.
Mischa: But its not like before anymore. I’m not even on birth control.
Ken’s cock expands and firms in his grip.
Jason: I’ll pull out. You can trust me.
Mischa: Yeah sure! As if!
Jason: I’ll use a rubber. If you’re serious.
Mischa: I don’t know yet Jason. I need time to think about it.
Mischa: I’m not saying no.
Jason: Fair enough. See ya gorgeous.
Mischa: Okay see ya.
Ken returns to the hotel booking screen and goes to the kitchen window. His daughter is upon the deck talking on her phone. The pool guy is in the water, smiling up at Mischa still sitting on the pool step. She’s moving her feet around, swishing the water. Her pretty summer frock is bunched up to her hips and her cute little blue-striped panties are showing. She waves to Ken, smiling huge. He waves back, the pool guy turning to look as well. Jasmine then dives in the water and Mischa gets up and returns to the house.
An hour later Ken and his sexy young wife are checked into the Sands Resort. They enter their 15th level room and slide open all the glass balcony doors, the sea air rushing to fill the apartment. It’s fully self-contained with a kitchen, laundry and a huge hot-tub – one of several identical rooms they have stayed in before.
“How am I supposed to go to work from here?” Ken complains. They’re out on the balcony. The sky is cloudless, the ocean glistening blue. The view is of an endless strip of white sand that stretches north to the city. It’s packed with weekend beachgoers.
“Call in sick,” Mischa says, snuggling back and pulling Ken’s arms around her.
“Yeah I wish. I’m the boss now though, who am I going to call?”
Mischa giggles. “Call Dalton, he won’t mind.”
“Sure, I’ll call and say thanks for the pay rise but I’m too busy spending it to turn up for work.”
Ken tickles his wife and makes her shriek and run. He tackles her onto the bed and gets between her legs. He kisses her and ends up stroking her face.
She bites a lip. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Ken draws a breath and expels. He shakes his head.
His wife blushes. “Just in my mouth when you need to, okay?”
Ken thrusts his erection against exposed panties and moist heat. “Okay,” he agrees.
“While we’re still doing this, right?” Mischa asks, biting his lower lip. “Inside me down there is for them…?”
Ken gulps. “Yes, for them,” he croaks into a kiss. “In case we decide to go that far.”
“Uh huh – in case we decide to,” Mischa repeats teasingly and she grinds against Ken’s cock. “But we’d have to think about birth control too, wouldn’t we?”
“Yeah….” Ken expels hard and rolls off to lie on his back. He draws his wife to his chest. “Do you think Jason would uses a condom with you if he had to?” Ken’s relieved to have his peep at the Messenger chat being aired a little.
Mischa is toying with his shirt. “He’s never used them with me before but I was always on birth control.”
“So maybe we could just make sure the timing was safe like we usually do, that way he wouldn’t need to.”
“Uh huh….” Mischa utters. “I should still be safe for the next week or so. I just have to count days and check.”
Ken kisses his wife’s hair. “I think he’s back Thursday or Friday if we wanted to think about it then.”
“Hmm – I think I’d like to let him, Ken. He’s just too big for my mouth.”
Ken swallows hard. “And you can take him in your vagina – it doesn’t hurt?”
“Um – a little – more so a bit uncomfortable sometimes, but in an exciting way. It touches my cervix and puts pressure there. Especially when he – um – you know….”
“When he cums?” Ken breathes.
Mischa’s nails dig into his side. “Uh huh, I really miss the feel of that.”
Ken gulps and takes a breath. “Then we need to get that for you, baby. I can’t penetrate you that deeply so we need to get the man onto you who can.” Mischa’s nails dig in again. “Let him take you from me completely, huh?”
“Yes – completely,” Mischa utters. “He’ll enjoy doing that to you, Ken….”
“Yeah, I’m sure he will, baby.”
Mischa bites Ken’s chest as her hand closes around his erection. “And I’m going to enjoy Jason cuckolding you, Ken. I can’t wait for him to get back already.”
“Aw fuck, baby.” Ken closes his hand over Mischa’s to stop her making him cum. “Don’t. I don’t want to blow this tension yet,” he tells her.
“Okay. I want it in my mouth later anyway.”
“Yeah me too. I want to eat you out, okay?”
“Hmm – is that allowed?” Mischa teases, smiling as she lifts to her elbows.
“Just with tongue – no fingers. And just clitty licks and sucking – no….” Ken sticks out his tongue.
Mischa giggles. “Alright, that sounds like fun. But later. We have to go dress shopping and you have to wear your suit and take me out for dinner.” She jumps up and calls back from the bathroom door. “And I want roses!”……………

That’s a tiny sample from about halfway through the novel. Read all about beautiful Mischa’s Hotwife Awakening in the New Year!

Matt

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