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Angela accepts three men unprotected

“Well, this has taken on a life of its own, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart?” Jack had flopped on the bed. Angela closed the door and sat on the edge beside him. He rolled up onto an elbow to face her, taking her hand to fiddle with. “I mean, it’s not something I saw coming at all.”
“Me either, Jack. I think it’s something I’ve been needing, though…. I don’t want to marry anyone else, but it’s so amazing to feel the lips and touch of other men like this. I would have died of curiosity if we never did it.”
Jack nodded. “I know….” He shook his head. “I’m really sorry about that other time….”
“I know,” Angela said, intertwining fingers and squeezing his hand. “I know, Jack. I’ve always known.”
He blushed guiltily. “It was this stupid party, and we were apart and…. I don’t know – I just fucked up.”
Angela took a moment to respond. She didn’t want to make a big deal about that now. It had hurt at the time. She hadn’t seen Jack for three months after, and had convinced herself she was wrong about the guilty signals he had displayed. Then he had given himself away completely with stupid questions about fidelity. It had been the beginning of her own curiosity. Up until then she had dreamed of being with only one man – the romance of that. Jack cheating on her had changed her mind. She forgave him without ever confronting him. She accepted his weakness and didn’t want the details. She didn’t want them now. She wanted what was happening – the free love game!
“I think I’m more jealous than angry or upset or anything.”
“Jealous! No, sweetheart. She was just some faceless chick at a party. Nothing to be jealous of. She slept around. I meant nothing to her.”
“No, not jealous of anything between you and her. Jealous of you knowing what it was like to do this, like we’re doing right now. I wished I had been the one to ‘fuck up’ and do it with another guy.”
Jack smiled and frowned all in one. “Well, yeah – that’s fair enough…. And that’s a big part of what I have always felt about it too. I knew I ruined our ‘being exclusive’ thing, and yeah – I felt wrong having had something that you never did…. That’s why I suffered through the last 24 hours pretending this wasn’t bothering me – to punish myself, and also to let you have what I had.”
Angela grinned. “I knew that too…. It made teasing you so much fun.”
“Hmm – fully deserved…. But I actually don’t want you to stop teasing me, Ang. It’s like, good pain. It’s damned sexy! A real fucking rush!”
“Good!” Angela declared flatly. “Because I’m enjoying it, and I want to keep enjoying it until the party ends, but I want to be more quiet sometimes too. Just to lie around and watch movies or something – letting them cuddle me and have their hands all over me – kissing me lying on the lounge…. I’d love that…. Or just sitting on one of their laps to watch the movie – getting my nipples played with or a hand up my skirt if they want.”
“Sounds like our movie days.”
“Yes – exactly. I love our movie days. Only this will be with another man, which is precisely the point.” She offered a little grin. “And with me being quite a bit more open to being touched and played with of course…. I like the way it’s working so far. I want the guys to feel free to just grab hold of me anytime they want – especially in front of you.”
Jack chuckled. “I noticed…. Every time I walk into a room one of them has hold of you.”
Angela giggled, but she wanted to dig deeper. “And what do you think of the way they have hold of me? Is the touching okay?”
“I did it with Tanya before so you would see it’s okay,” Jack answered. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you with that – just to let you know I had decided to play along.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re playing along. I didn’t mind you manhandling my sister. She seemed to like it…. But what about the actual WAY the guys are touching me, Jack – it’s under my top now – what if it was under my panties too? Not just rubbing me through them, but what if it was with their hand down them and with their fingers um…. Well, what if their fingers were inside me – would that be okay?”
Jack didn’t respond right away. He was rubbing at Angela’s hand, his eyes lowered.
“I’d like them to be allowed, Jack. It would be so hot being kissed and fingered by them – their tongue in my mouth and their fingers up me…. Wouldn’t you like to see that?”
Jack looked up, his gaze steady. “I don’t know…. Maybe.”
Angela bit her lip. “It wouldn’t mean anything more than being kissed to me – whether they have something in my mouth or down there – their fingers or tongue” She squeezed Jack’s hand. “It was nice when Paul was inside me….”
“Yeah, that was interesting…. I was kind of stunned for a minute – seeing him actually in you.”
“I know…. I couldn’t help cumming. I was already on edge, and when he slipped in it just sent me over the edge. Just the thought of having our friend’s dick inside of me. And Stan’s got a nice one too. He went in me once but I moved before he got all the way in.”
“Yeah? And he was a getting good enough feel there in the laundry too,” Jack said without looking up. “There was only your wrap between his fingers and your pussy – was he feeling inside you at all?”
Angela nodded. “A little bit…. First he was rubbing my clit, but when he reached down further he was opening me…. I wanted him to finger me right then, Jack.”
“Yeah?” Jack looked up and met Angela’s eyes. “You really wanted him to?”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly. “You’re right about the kissing – about them sticking something in you, sweetheart. It’s far more intense watching that than when they are just feeling you up…. It’s a form of penetration.”
“Yes, it is,” Angela uttered softly. “I like being penetrated by a man.”
Jack held her gaze.
She blushed. Her heart thumped. “What if we let them fuck me properly?”
Jack’s stare didn’t waver. It took a few long seconds before, “Okay, Ang.”
Angela’s blush intensified, filling her face. “Really?” She swallowed at the dryness of her throat. “I think that would make this perfect. I love all of this playing and teasing, but later on when thinking back on this, it would be so much more satisfying if the three other men here had actually fucked me.”
Jack took a breath and huffed a little. “All three of them, huh?”
“I know – but I’ve been teasing them all, so it wouldn’t be fair if I denied one of them and let another. Plus that’s not a lot of different lovers to have before you get married.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s more that the four of us guys are so close as friends…. Though I suppose it’s no different with one of them having gotten onto you than if all three of them have.” Jack met Angela’s eyes. “Just with the bragging rights, baby.”
“Uh huh.” Angela bit her grin. “I think I like that your friends will always have bragging rights about me. I like the idea that later when we’re with any of them I’ll always be a girl they’ve fucked. It will be so exciting giving in to them this weekend.” She whispered close, “Spreading my legs for them.”
“You like to spread your legs for them, don’t you?”
Angela nodded. “I want it, Jack….” She suddenly felt demanding. “I want them to take turns with me over and over…. Let’s make it completely free love? You can fuck Tanya. You can keep fucking her all weekend. We talked about it. She wants you to.” Angela rambled her head off. “We could both experience this, Jack. They’re all single. Tan’s single. It’s only our relationship we’re risking, and I know we wouldn’t have worked without this – so I don’t see we have anything to lose. We were already stale and we’re not even married yet.”
Jack squeezed her hands. He nodded. “Yes! Yes, Ang, let’s do it. Let’s just go full-on free love. Why the hell not? We’ve gone this far – might as well go all the way!” He flopped back on the bed. Angela went with him, cuddling to his chest. “It will be so weird letting them actually fuck you, baby. Hell – they’ve always wanted to!”
“Oh yeah? And are you going to give it to my sister? Have you always wanted to do that?”
He frowned, guiltily. “Um – can I take the fifth?”
Angela giggled. “So, you’d need to, huh? I think that answers the question.”
Jack paused for a thought, it seemed. “Tan’s also just the right kind of girl for this. I think I can have sex with her and never feel uncomfortable about it at a family function later. She’s always so much fun. I think she’ll take it the right way, don’t you?”
“Yeah – I know what you mean. She thinks you’re hot, but it will mean absolutely nothing to her. You’ll just be another of the guys who she got with one wild weekend – no big deal.”
“Yep. That’s what I was thinking. And I’m not going to insult your intelligence by saying it will mean nothing to me either – same as the party chick meant nothing. Which I’m sure you knew.”
“I knew,” Angela said softly, kissing Jack’s lips. “None of this means anything to me either. It’s just make-believe. I’m just pretending these guys are alternate boyfriends – so I’ll kinda know what it was like later when we’re old and grey.”
Angela rested her head upon Jack’s chest. He stroked her hair. “I think you will have to share Tanya with Wes. She told me I have to keep my hands off when he comes back tomorrow.”
“That’s cool. Wes and I get on great. We’ll probably double team her.”
“Jack! Are you going to be crude now?” Angela scolded.
He chuckled.
“Hmm – well, what about that, anyway? I don’t think I want them to gangbang me. I think I’d prefer one at a time. Tanya would probably like it with you and Wes…. I’d like to try oral as well, though.” She peered up from Jack’s chest. “I suddenly like the idea of swallowing cum for a guy. I bet they’ll enjoy those bragging rights as well.”
“No doubt,” Jack said. “When did this happen? You always say it’s gross.”
“I know, but Tanya taught me. She was tasting some, and I figured – if my little sister can….”
“Tasting some?”
“Yep. You don’t want to know.” Angela giggled. “Trust me. It’s a picture you don’t want in your head. But since she was doing it and I was feeling curious about the taste from another guy, well – I tried some too, and I liked it. Not so much the taste, but the idea of doing it was really exciting.”
“Whose load was it?” Jack asked.
Angela blushed. She figured a half-truth would be best. Drinking Paul’s from the glass was more information than necessary. “It was from Mark. From the condom he used.”
“You drank cum from a condom?” Jack’s grin was big.
“Um…. Yes…. But only because Tanya was…. My sister is a bad influence,” Angela concluded. “It’s not me – it’s all her. You need to deal with her, Jack. Put her over your knee and give her a spanking or something…. Although she’d probably love that too.”
“What about watching, baby? Do you want me to avoid doing anything with Tanya in front of you? You looked a bit shocked earlier.”
“I WAS shocked. I wasn’t expecting it, though…. I don’t think I want to watch you actually having sex with her. Maybe if you did that in a bedroom. I don’t think she would like it in front of everyone either. But just playing is fine. I won’t be shocked next time you do that in front of me.”
“Okay, baby. That’s fine. Just so I know not to cross any lines and make you uncomfortable.” Jack gave a little back scratch and tickle. “I wouldn’t mind, though – with you. Not all the time – but if one of the guys fucked you properly while I was there, I wouldn’t hate that. I’d want to watch, painfully I suppose, but it would be a rush – seeing a cock in you again like that – watching your face while he fucked you.”
Angela was blushing excitedly. “Um – okay….” she uttered. “I mightn’t want anyone else watching now that I think about it. It would be sexy being taken in front of you, but I’m not sure I’d want these guys watching each other do me – like some porno show. I’m going to have to make rules.”
“You make whatever rules you want, Ang. These guys will agree to anything you say.” Jack was blushing too. “I know they all want to do you – to be able to just look at you and know they’ve been up you.”
“Hmm….” Angela peered up, biting her grin. “I was just thinking about how many times. We’ve never done it a lot in one day or night, have we? It’s always once and then that’s it until next time. We rarely even do it twice in the same week anymore…. I was thinking I might let each of them have me a few times – maybe tonight, and then again in the morning, and again tomorrow night…. I want the three of them to fuck my brains out.” She blushed. “I don’t mind if I end up sore afterward.”
“Now who’s being crude?” Jack scolded.
“I know. I’m feeling very naughty,” Angela confessed.
“I think Mark might be fairly huge, Ang. He uses extra-large condoms.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind if he stretches me a bit…. I wonder how deep he will be when he’s all the way in me…. I love yours, Jack, but it will be interesting to be fucked really deep. Tanya said it was a little bit painful. I can’t wait to find out.”
“They’ve been using their rubbers with Tan,” Jack said. “I think they bought more, so we’re all good there.”
“Oh…. I guess….” Angela peered up, shrugging a little. “Would they really need to use protection with me?” She turned onto her belly resting her chin on Jack’s chest, smiling up at him now. “I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t.”
Jack’s face reddened. “But wouldn’t that be um…. Wouldn’t it be a bit risky?”
Angela’s blush rose as well. “Um – yes – I’m not on the pill anymore, so there would be the chance of course….”
Jack swallowed hard. “And what if you fell pregnant to one of them, sweetheart?”
“I know, but it would be so amazing to let them have me fully…. It would be so amazing to be held by them afterwards – like, with it inside me…. Plus I’m sure they’d feel more satisfied – just with the knowledge that I’m walking around full of their cum. That would definitely be better for them, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, they’d love it alright! It’s like the ultimate prize for us men – to cum inside a woman.”
Angela giggled. “I know. A wise old man told me that….” She bit her lip, blushing more seriously. “I’d like it if they all took me completely, Jack – to make me take their loads – to take me into the bedroom and bring me back to you with their balls empty and their semen inside of me…. I want them to cuddle me and hold my belly after they’ve filled it up with their cum. That’s why I always put your hand on my belly. I really like the thought of billions of your tiny sperm swimming up into my womb…. Mmm, I just love the thought of that, Jack.”
“Ah, so that’s why you do that now. I was wondering, baby. It’s really nice – very sexy and sweet.”
Angela smiled. “Mmm – and just imagine watching your friends do that with me – watching one of them cuddle me from behind – his hand on my belly making it tingle inside and draw his sperm up into my womb…. Mmm – imagine that, Jack.”
“I’m picturing it,” Jack said, grimacing. “I guess it would make the whole thing that much more intense. It’s certainly felt that way for me since you went off the pill.”
“Mmm – for me too! Maybe we could just use the pull-out method from now on, Jack. What do you think? Just to do it unprotected when I’m fertile but pull out?”
“Oh yeah? And that would be when exactly, sweetheart – your next fertile time?”
“Hmm – soon…. Probably from about now and for the next week or so….” Angela took a breath and peered up – her blush rising. “But I still don’t want them to use condoms or pull out…. I’d rather we just took the chance.”
Jack took a big breath and expelled too. “Just take the chance, huh…?” He stroked hair over Angela’s ear. “This is making it that much more intense now, baby…. The thought of them inside of you – and letting them unload in you with the possibility that you’re close to ovulating. It’s pretty crazy.”
“I know, but I want to do it, Jack…. You want it to happen too, don’t you?”
Jack swallowed hard. “I’m not saying no, baby…. I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling, but I don’t want to stop anything.”
“Hmm, Jack, I just want them to fuck me,” Angela gushed. “And I’ve also got a new satin negligee to wear for them. It’s white with matching panties. I think they’ll like it, and it’s perfect for getting those after sex cuddles…. I want to have a bath first, though, so I’m nice and soft and smelling pretty for them too.”
“Do I need to use protection with Tanya?”
“No. She should be fine. I was being overprotective with the other guys, making them use condoms with her, but you don’t need to.”
“Okay then. Let’s do this, I guess….”
“Uh huh…. I’m going down to call Uncle and tell him I can stay until he gets back. Then I’m going to have my bath. And then I don’t know how this is going to happen.”
*
Angela kissed Jack and went downstairs to call her uncle, excitement filling her completely. “Okay – Tuesday night – see you then, Uncle Mike,” she sung cheerily after a short chat, assuring that the house was fine and not on fire or ransacked or anything. She hung up the phone and turned and bumped into Mark.
“Hey, Ang,” he said, grinning.
She blushed a little at the obvious intent in his eyes. He was a shy guy who had to be poked with a stick to say anything, let alone make some sort of a move with a girl. He had seemingly worked up the courage. Angela peered up at him, glancing at his lips as he lowered to her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her. His mouth opened against hers. She joined him in deepening the kiss, feeling his tongue and swirling hers around it. “That’s nice, Mark. I like the way you kiss.”
He guided her back onto the settee, kissing her again, and his hand moved up from her side to feel her breast. “Come upstairs while I run my bath,” she breathed into his mouth. She took his hand and led him. The tub was in the main bathroom. She saw Jack’s eyes flash as she pushed Mark past the bedroom. “Start it for me while I get some things,” she said, and she went back to the bedroom and quickly gathered her toiletries bag and her negligee and panty outfit.
Jack questioned with his eyes. Angela grinned and shook her head. “No – he’s just keeping me company while I run my bath then I’m sending him out.” She glanced back from the doorway. “But he’s going to be kissing me and feeling me up if you want to come and watch.”
*
Angela adjusted the water temperature. Mark took hold of her hips when she was bent over. She stood and backed against him. There were big mirrors. She could see Jack approaching along the landing. She tugged Mark’s hand and led him to where she was facing the door, keeping his back to it. She doubted he would be game to continue if he knew Jack was there. Jack must have had the same thought. He stopped at the door, just peering around the edge.
Mark’s hand closed over Angela’s breast again. She opened as he pressed his mouth to hers. She watched Jack’s face. He looked down at her being felt. She pushed her panties from her hips and shimmied them down her thighs. Jack’s eyes widened. Mark was too busy groping her breasts to have noticed. Once below her knees, her panties fell to her ankles. Jack looked up from them, and Angela smiled through her blush.
Mark slipped his hand in through the fold in Angela’s wrap. She watched him do that. “Just for a minute, though – I have to have my bath,” she uttered. He nodded. She caught a breath as his big coarse hand cupped her bare breast. “Mmm – that’s nice, Mark.” Her shoulder was exposed. The skimpy garment she was wearing slipped down her arm and uncovered Mark’s hand squeezing her tit and working her tight little nipple. She tugged at the tie around her waist and released it. She watched Jack’s face again as she took Mark’s hand and guided it down over her belly. He found her slit, his thick digits pressing in and parting her delicate folds. She opened for another kiss, his tongue extending forcefully into her mouth while her wrap slipped from her arms and puddled on the floor. Mark leaned back to look at her nude. Angela watched his face and glanced to see Jack looking at her body too.
Mark had a hand planted against the wall. He leaned in and took Angela’s open mouth again. He was rubbing her wet little gash and playing with her clit. She felt him positioning more deliberately at her opening. “Is this alright?” he whispered.
“Uh huh,” she uttered. “But just quickly. My bath….”
She held Mark’s head and met Jack’s eyes as the guy inserted his thick finger into her vagina.
“Aw, that’s fucking tight,” he whispered.
“Yeah….” Angela breathed into his shoulder. “It’s tight for you, Mark,” she said so Jack could hear. “Just with one finger now, though…. Feel inside of me, Mark. Uhhh-hh like that,” she whined as he rubbed back against her G-spot. He seemed to know what he was doing. Angela was losing what control she still had. Her bath was full.
“Don’t make me cum yet, Mark. Not yet, okay?”
He withdrew and rubbed her wetness around. “Later, Ang?”
“Yes, you can do it more later.” She reached down and turned off the water. Mark was looking at her body. He tilted his head, checking her out from behind. She peered back over her shoulder. “Do you like girls from behind?” she asked.
He grinned. “Yeah – I like doggy.”
She remained bent forward slightly while he touched her bottom. He squeezed a cheek, then he held the other with one hand while feeling her slit with his finger again. She held the washbasin, peering back at him. He was fully erect. Angela could see the bulge extending up under the waistband of his shorts. He inserted his finger again and she squirmed back onto it. She couldn’t see the doorway clearly and wondered if Jack was still watching. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than the feeling of being penetrated.
“Fuck me, Mark.” He looked at her. “Yes – fuck me,” she said. “Like this. Just take me.”
He pushed his shorts and jocks down. His erection was huge. Captured in his fist, it extended as far again beyond. He had his hand around it, but he had a big hand.
A man of very few words, he got right to it. Angela braced for what she expected would hurt. He kept it in his fist and wiped the head up through her pussy. That alone nearly sent her over the edge. “Am I wet enough?” she asked. She was too tense.
He nodded. “You’re very wet, Ang. Don’t worry – I’ll go slow.”
She smiled through her blush. “Okay, Mark.”
He grinned, and he eased forward and opened her with his dick. It spread her and sunk in exquisitely. “Uhh-hhh,” Angela moaned as she squirmed back onto it.
“Is that okay?”
She blushed. “That’s better than okay.”
He withdrew and wiped it up through her again, spreading her juices more. He still held it in his fist and sunk back into her. “Uhh-hhh, that’s amazing. I’m going to cum,” Angela moaned. “Oh-hhh – like that,” she uttered. He was sliding in and out, still with his fist stopping him from penetrating too deeply. He really knew what he was doing. Angela ground back against his fist, her pussy being stretched wide by his girth, the big knob on the end of his dick popping in and out of her.
He started going deeper. It was just with the position of his hand. It was no longer a fist, just his fingers circling his shaft and gradually allowing it to extend further. Angela’s orgasm hit powerfully. She ground back onto the massive dick and exploded internally. Mark grabbed her tits with both hands. He surged up into her, his full length probing somewhere Angela had never before been touched. There was pressure but she was throbbing around it. The head of his dick was hard against her cervix, she understood.
He pulled back and surged up into her again, making her eyes widen as she clung to him. He pulled back and surged into her again. “I’m going to blow,” he groaned onto her neck.
Angela cuddled his head close. “It’s okay…. Cum in me, Mark – all the way in me.”
“Aw, fuck,” he cried, and he thrust again, and then one last time, jamming his entire length into Angela and squeezing her tit hard as his thick shaft throbbed and spurted. “Aw, fuck. Aw, shit,” he groaned.
Angela settled back onto him. He was pressed hard against her bottom, lifting her to her toes with his pole-like erection. She imagined she could feel the jets of semen gushing from him. She could feel him pulsing inside of her. She was stretched and filled so exquisitely that she could feel every little flex and movement of his cock. It softened slightly but its task had been accomplished. She smiled to herself at the thought of his billions of sperm right then filling her belly. It felt like they had been injected directly. She giggled at the thought.
“What?” Mark said. “What’s so funny?”
“No – nothing. I’m just happy. I’m glowing, Mark. That was wonderful.”
He smiled proudly. “It didn’t hurt too much?”
“No – not at all. I loved every bit of it – every inch!” She smiled, kissing his lips. He was pulling his shorts up. She saw Jack slip past the doorway. She waited a moment before sending Mark away and closing the bathroom door.
*
The hot bath water blended with her internal heat as it consumed and washed over her. She spent half an hour luxuriating in her new freedom and the scent of her bath oils before deciding to go and face the men again. Her satin negligee was cool as it caressed her skin. It just covered the matching white panties as she pulled them up.
Jack was walking down the stairs as she opened the bathroom door. He hadn’t seen her, and continued on into the lounge where the other guys were seated. Angela snuck along to her bedroom and slipped in quietly. She didn’t quite know how to face them all. Had Mark told them?
“Oh, Tan! I didn’t see you there.” Tanya was lying on the bed. “What are you doing? Are you okay?”
Tanya smiled. “I’m fine. I just lost my pants again is all.”
“Really? Jack?”
“Yep…. What got into him? He carried me up here and fucked me…. He was so horny!”
“He didn’t hurt you?”
“No! Are you kidding? It was perfect. I’m even all gooey for once.” She giggled, feeling herself. “Yep – totally slimed.” She found her panties and bunched them between her legs.”
Angela sat on the end of the bed. “He watched Mark with me. It must have made him crazy.”
“So, Mark fucked you?” her little sister enquired with interest.
“Uh huh,” Angela nodded. She was blushing as she recalled it. “From behind in the main bathroom. It was amazing!”
“Finally!” Tanya declared.
“What do you mean, finally?”
“Finally you did it with another guy. Even before this weekend I’d had a couple of different lovers, and I’m five years younger than you. It’s so cool that you’re a naughty slut as well now. I feel so much better.”
“Hmm – I‘m going to be a slut now, Tan – a real one. I’m going to let two more guys have me tonight.”
“Well, you smell pretty enough. What do you have?”
“Just bath oils. You can use them.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea. I could go for a nice hot bath. I’ve had nothing but dorm-room showers for months.”
Angela handed over her toiletries bag. “Go on, then. I’m going downstairs to get cuddles from Mark…. You should make Jack cuddle you too, Tan. Did he, after he had sex with you?”
“No, not really. He was gone pretty quick afterward.”
“Exactly! Don’t let him get away with that. We have to make them work for it a little bit.” Angela giggled. “Lots of kisses and nice cuddles afterward, or no more sex – that’s my rules.”
“But what if he won’t? I don’t want to miss out on the sex.”
“Oh, of course he will. I’ve got him well trained. Just go and sit on his lap. He’ll get the idea.”
“Okay – after my bath I’ll come down and sit on Jack’s lap.”
“Good,” Angela said, leaving her sister to get ready for her bath.
She had all eyes upon her as she walked down the stairs. The guys were in the lounge watching television. Paul whistled. Stan called her sexy baby. Jack looked her over with warmth in his eyes. She stopped in front of Mark, motioning that she wanted to sit on his lap. He straightened his legs and put his arm around her as she sat.
“Way to go, Mark!” Stan cheered.
Angela blushed as he peered around at the other guys. “It’s one of my rules…. You have to cuddle me after you have sex with me.”
“So, he did fuck you! See, I knew it….”
Angela glanced at Jack and then at Paul and Stan. “Yes, Mark did fuck me, for your information. But he’s a gentleman and didn’t run down here to tell you by the sound of it.”
They all laughed. She snuggled back against Mark’s chest. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly. “You smell beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Thank you. Do you like my new nightie?”
“We like it,” Stan answered. “It’s nice and short.”
She smiled over at him. Mark’s hand was resting upon her hip. She took it and put it under the front of her negligee, placing it on her belly. She looked across at Jack, grinning pointedly as she glanced down at what she had just done.
“Is cuddling after we fuck you the only rule?” Paul asked.
“No – I have some other rules too. Should I just tell you them?”
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Jack answered for everyone.
Angela thanked him with a smile. She looked around at the guys and back at Mark. “Well, the first thing is – does anyone else actually want to start having sex with me? Maybe you don’t even want to.”
“I want to,” Paul said.
“I want to,” Stan said too.
Mark grinned. “I want to do it again.”
Angela blushed at them all. “Well, the first rule, since there’s going to be three of you, is no gangbangs. I don’t want to be with more than one man at a time.”
“Fair enough,” was Paul’s response. Mark and Stan agreed there was no problem there.
“And the second rule is no – what do you call it when one guy goes straight after the other?”
Stan grinned. “Sloppy seconds?”
“No! Don’t be crude!” Angela cried.
“Do you mean a train?” Mark asked.
“Yes! No trains!” Angela said. “That’s rule number two.” She cuddled Mark’s arm, nurturing his big hand still on her belly. The other guys agreed to not pull a train with her.
“So, how long after one of us has been with you before another of us can try his luck?” Stan asked more seriously. “I mean to be practical and not spoil what we all know is an amazing opportunity.”
“Thank you, Stan,” Angela offered as genuinely in return.
“Ditto,” Paul said. “You’re beautiful and this is an amazing opportunity for us.”
Angela just blushed deeper at those kind words.
“Totally amazing,” Mark whispered to her.
She glanced at Jack. He gave her a tiny nod, which she felt was encouragement and recognition that she was well worthy of the compliments. He didn’t say as much very often these days, not like he used to when they were freshly going together.
“What’s number three?” Paul asked, grinning.
“Um…. Number three is…. Number three is that I get the afternoon off. You can each have me tonight and in the morning, and then again tomorrow night…. I mean if you want to do it again like Mark does!”
Mark laughed. The other guys joined him.
“It’s a safe bet I’ll be wanting to do it again, and again,” Stan declared.
Paul just put his hand up.
“Oh, and a short rest in between – to answer your other question, Stan. Just so I can get some cuddles off the guy who has just cum in me. That’s important to me – just to be cuddled like this for a while…. But that’s not a rule – it’s just what I need. So, if you care enough….”
“What else do you need, Ang?” Paul asked. The guys were all looking at her. He had spoken for the three of them.
She smiled through her blush. “Just lots of kisses like you’ve been giving me already. I hope that doesn’t stop. I won’t be needing any rest from that. You can have turns kissing me and feeling me up all day!”
Mark kissed her again. He leaned her back a bit and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. “Like that?” he breathed into her mouth.
“Uh huh – like that,” she whispered back. She pressed her lips close to his ear. “I love that my belly’s full of your cum right now. I love how deep you were inside of me.”
She felt his cock flex. His hand lifted from her belly to cup her tit. She rested back against his chest and started watching the old episode of Cheers that was on television. Mark just casually played with her tits, gently massaging them and teasing her nipples to keep them firm. She was too distracted by the other guys watching him do that to take much notice of Cheers. All three other men were glancing over quite frequently. Jack was often looking across from his seat on the opposite side of the room.
Mark’s hand eventually moved lower and his fingers softly stroked her belly.
“It’s nice there,” Angela said, blushing as she met the glances of the other men.
“Right there?” Mark asked.
“Uh huh…. It’s where your sperm is on the inside – swimming up into my womb,” she said, blushing fully at the others.
“Fuck, yeah,” Stan groaned, making her smile. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
“I know. And that’s why you have to do it when it’s your turn,” Angela said. “If your semen is inside of me, I need you to hold me and pretend you want to get me pregnant.” She met Jack’s eyes. “I want you all to do that, okay? Just to pretend….”
“Absolutely!” Stan declared.
“Can I go next?” Paul asked flatly.
Mark’s free hand on her hip moved and gathered the side of her negligee, tugging it upward to expose her panties. She lifted her bottom and watched Jack’s face as Mark tugged the skirt of the flimsy little garment up above her waist. She glanced down at her underwear, and then up at the men all looking at them.
Mark resumed just casually stroking her. He traced around her belly button and down lower until he found the waist band of her panties. He played with the soft elastic for a while, then he traced down lower and smoothed over the shiny fabric. He softly rubbed her mons while the other guys watched. He located her clit and massaged with the tip of his middle finger. It was engorged, and he rolled around it slowly and half-firmly.
He nuzzled her neck. She tilted her head to give him access, and he kissed her skin, sucking on it softly. His fingers moved upward and sought the waistband of her panties. They slipped beneath and searched downward again. He reached further and parted her pussy lips. He lowered his big arm between her parting thighs and inserted his middle finger into her.
“Uhh-hh,” Angela moaned softly, and she looked around at everyone watching intently. “Yes, you can have me next, Paul? I think I’m nearly ready.”
Paul stood and approached. She kissed Mark, squirming away from his hand down her pants. “You can do that more next time, okay?”
Mark smiled up at her. “Okay – next time.”
Paul claimed her hand and helped her up off Mark’s lap. She touched Jack’s hand as she was led past him. Their fingers gripped briefly. “We’ll come back after he has me…. Will you wait?”
Jack nodded. Their fingers trailed off.
“Can we come and watch?” Stan called after them.
“That’s another rule. No one’s allowed to watch except Jack,” Angela called back from the stairs.
She was pulled into one of the smaller rooms and kissed up against the closed door. “Did Mark cum in your mouth? Did you suck his cock clean?”
“No,” Angela uttered.
“So, the last cum in your mouth was mine?”
“Uh huh…. Uh-hhh – that feels nice. I like you to finger me while you kiss me.” Paul’s hand was down the front of her panties. He had a finger up her. “I want your cum in my belly this time…. I’ll drink it or lick it off you after, but I want you to fuck me and fill me up with it this time, okay?”
He guided her back onto the bed. She lifted while he tugged her panties from her hips. He stood and pulled his shirt off. “Open your legs, Ang,” he commanded. She blushed, but opened them. She had her knees bent. She moved her feet apart then spread her legs. His eyes were fixed upon her sex as he tugged his pants off and tossed them aside. “Tits too,” he said, motioning upward. She gathered her negligee and lifted it up to her neck. He looked at her breasts, his eyes upon them as he approached beside the bed.
Paul knelt. His bare erection was actually smallish. It was also quite slender, but it had a very distinct upward curve. He moved over her, a knee either side of her head, then he leaned over on his hands. He had straddled her, his head at her waist, his balls in her face. He levered his cock down and pressed the swollen head against her lips. She opened and took it into her mouth. “That’s it, suck it,” he said, and he lowered and gripped beneath her thighs, spreading her wider and opening her pussy with his fingers. “Yeah, that’s fucking nice,” he groaned and inserted his tongue.
Angela sucked his dick. His big balls were dangling upon her nose. She stroked him and squeezed to get a drop of pre-cum. She licked it greedily and then held the rigid shaft away and kissed his balls. She studied their veiny soft-skinned texture. They were shaved. She kissed one and then sucked on it, imagining all the sperm being produced inside. She almost wanted him to cum in her mouth, but as his tongue lashing her clit forced her to orgasm, she couldn’t concentrate anymore and just held his cock aside while she writhed and ground herself open against his mouth.
Paul spun around. He pressed his mouth over hers, the taste of her pussy making her blush. He was between her legs now. He nudged her with his cock. It slipped in easily and he sunk to his full depth – the third cock to be inside her that day. He cradled her head and started fucking her, remaining fully up her and just rolling his pelvis to stir his cock in her wetness and mash his pubic bone against her clit.
Angela’s orgasm quickly reignited and was clenching her belly when Paul stopped moving and held firm. She also remained still while he ejaculated. He opened his eyes to meet hers. “Do you feel that?” She nodded, biting down on her smile. He was raised on his extended arms above her. He looked down at their bodies. “I’d love to get you pregnant.”
“I love you trying to,” Angela teased back.
He rolled his hips, still firm inside of her. He was on his knees beneath her thighs. He reached above her head where her arms were and pinned her wrists, grinning as he did it. Holding her like that with one hand, he lifted her negligee with the other, exposing her. He then bumped her, making her tits surge up and down. He waited for them to stop wobbling then did it again.
Angela just blushed as she watched his face and the excitement in his eyes. His cock had regained full hardness. The upward curve, with it penetrating her at that angle, had the head rubbing her G-spot and bringing her orgasm back on again. She twisted her fingers in the comforter on the bed. Her legs were bent up and spread wide. He was giving her a solid bump and making her tits fly up and down, and then he was rolling his pelvis and grinding against her clit, that iron-like bend in his dick driving her beyond control. He was curling his pelvis back, deliberately massaging her with the flex of the thing. He pulled her arms down and held her hands at her hips. Her tits were then being propelled up under her negligee and bouncing out bottom of it.
Angela came on his dick. Her quivering flesh gripped it, her belly clenching and throbbing as her pussy tried to milk him of his semen. He kept her hands gripped firmly at her hips and watched her gently spasm and convulse in orgasm.
“You all done?” he asked when she managed to get her eyes to roll back into place.
She took a ragged breath and expelled it. “Uh huh – all done.”
He released her hands. Her arms were limp, as were her legs. He lay down on top of her, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. She liked that – the feel of him covering her. He worked his arms beneath and around her and started thrusting his hips. He did that steadily, not slowly and not quickly, but with long, measured strokes of his cock ploughing into her. It was a feeling of being completely ravished. It coupled perfectly with the weight of his body pinning her down. There was nothing she could do at that point, other than to lie there and let him take his pleasure with her.
“Aw, fuck!” he cried into her hair, and he suddenly held firm, his pelvis rolling forward and the rigid curve of his cock forcing the head hard against her tender flesh as it pulsed and spurted cum. Angela held his head and relaxed in the position he had set her body. She blushed at the feel of being inseminated again.
“I thought you were going to let me go first,” he said, lifting to his elbows and kissing her lips. “What happened there, Ang?”
“I know…. Sorry. It just happened. It was only a quick one from behind, though. Not in bed…. You’re the first other man to be between my legs like this, Paul.”
He had softened inside of her. He grabbed a pillow and lifted her hips, positioning it beneath, getting up off her and lying down beside. “This is how it’s done, isn’t it?”
“Uh huh…. Hand on my belly, though. That’s the important bit.” Angela smiled back. “It makes my belly all tingly and warm like it’s drawing your sperm in.”
“That’s good, Ang. I like the thought of having my sperm in Jack’s girlfriend’s belly.”
“Mmm – I like that thought too.” Angela blushed. “It’s so exciting that Jack’s watching you kiss me and play with me, and now knowing that you’re fucking me…. We should go back down. I want him to see us together right after you’ve cum inside me.”
“Cool.” Paul grinned. “Come on, then.”
He pulled his clothes on. Angela fixed her hair in the mirror then found her panties on the floor. Paul claimed her hand and led her from the room before she had put them on. She used them to cover her pussy as she walked. Paul smiled back at her. She blushed. “I don’t want it to run down my legs.”
He led her to the lounge where Jack and Stan turned to see them approach. Paul flopped on the lounge. Angela met Jack’s eyes, biting down on her smile. She was still holding her bunched panties against her pussy.
“Nice,” Stan said. “Dripping, eh?”
“A little bit…. He came in me twice, though,” Angela said. “But I had three orgasms, so it was fair.”
“Three!”
“Yeah, but don’t worry – I’m sure I’ll have more with you, Stan…. After I have a rest and recover for a while that is.”
Angela unravelled her panties and stepped into them. “The satin doesn’t absorb very well,” she mentioned to the three of them watching. She pulled them up and tugged her negligee down to cover herself. Paul was lying on the big leather lounge. She sat on the edge and wriggled back, lying down in front of him.
“Yeah, man – you’ve got to cuddle her after you fuck her, don’t forget.”
“That’s right, he does! And you have to too, Stan, so don’t laugh too loud…. I make you do this too, don’t I, Jack?”
“She does. It’s not a new rule.”
She smiled over at him, and she guided Paul’s hand into place.
“Got to help my two loads make their way into her womb,” he said to Stan, winking.
He and Stan chuckled. Jack held Angela’s gaze.
“Is it more effective if I rub?” Paul breathed into her hair. “Will that help draw it in deeper?”
“Just hold my belly with one hand and play with my nipples,” she whispered back, loud enough for the others to hear.
Paul looked over at Jack – the two men exchanging gazes steadily. Paul slipped a hand up Angela’s negligee and felt a tit. “So much for being yours exclusively eh, man?” he ground against Angela’s bottom. “She’s a good fuck though. Tight little pussy was sucking hard on my cock while I was blowing my load.”
“Yeah right….” Jack said, swallowing hard.
Angela turned to meet Paul’s lips. He covered her mouth with his and extended his tongue while groping her tits some more.
“Fuck yeah – get onto her,” Stan groaned.
“I got onto to her alright,” Paul shot back, grinning and looking from Stan to Jack. “Got onto her – into her – up her…. Pumped my seed into her womb….” He nuzzled Angela’s neck while still holding Jack’s gaze. “Didn’t I, baby – seeded you good, didn’t I?”
“Uh huh, you seeded me,” Angela uttered, squirming and writhing, but pulling her negligee into place as Tanya appeared walking down the stairs in a cute little set of summer pyjamas.
“Nice,” she said, checking out Angela lying with Paul. “Have you two been intimate?” Everyone laughed. Jack claimed Tanya’s hand and guided her onto his lap. “We’ve been intimate too,” she explained to the guys. “Haven’t we, Jack?”
“Oh yeah.” Jack looked her over. “These are cute.”
“They’re old ones. I don’t usually wear them around the house without a robe.”
They were yellow with flowers. They were done up all the way, but Jack pushed the top button through. Tanya put her arm around his neck. She watched him peep down the front of her shirt.
“Anything underneath, Jack?” Stan asked.
“Nah, man – just very cute little titties and nipples that look lonely for some attention.”
Tanya blushed, smiling around at everyone. “Yes, they need attention.” She looked to Angela. Angela just smiled back, holding her gaze as Jack teased a nipple through her shirt.
They all watched television quietly for a while. Angela would feel the other men looking when Paul’s hand moved upon her. He left her belly and reached further up her nightie to feel her breasts. She edged over more onto her back to give him access to both. He casually massaged one and then the other, just lightly rubbing her nipples with a thumb, keeping them firm.
Angela watched Jack with her sister. He cradled her head and kissed her passionately. She could see his tongue entering Tanya’s mouth. Tanya opened for him, moaning a little. Jack rubbed down over her belly and felt her crotch. He was still kissing her. He rubbed into her and gripped her firmly, curling his fingers up. It looked like they would have been penetrating her slightly. He released her, and Angela could see the thin fabric of Tanya’s pyjama shorts creased into her pussy.
Jack relented and resumed just playing with her breast through her shirt while they both watched the music clips playing on TV.
A little while later, Paul seemed to regain some focus on what he was doing. He had been just holding Angela’s right breast and very gently squeezing. She felt his erection pressing. It seemed he had recovered some strength down there.
“You can’t have me again,” she whispered to him. “You have to wait until tomorrow.”
“I know,” he whispered back. “Don’t worry – this is just to warm up for then.”
His hand had travelled to her hip, pulling her back as he pressed his cock between the cheeks of her bottom.
Angela looked over to find her sister’s top had been undone. They were in a recliner. Jack had it all the way back and she was on her side cuddled up to his chest. She was watching the television. Jack parted her top and revealed one breast. He stroked it softly and circled the nipple with a fingertip. Tanya shifted slightly, moving her arm back and out of the way. Jack parted the other side of her shirt, revealing that breast as well.
Paul was stroking Angela’s hip. He tugged her negligee, and she lifted to allow him to pull it from beneath her and up to her belly. She met his lips and his open mouth. He felt over the front of her panties, pressing a finger into the furrowed centre. She kept her thighs together and squeezed his hand, stopping him from getting too carried away.
Jack smiled over, his gaze flashing to where she was being rubbed into. She did likewise, glancing at her sisters breasts and rolling her eyes. Jack then held her gaze while he slipped his fingers beneath the waist band of Tanya’s pyjama shorts. He reached down there and cupped her pussy. Her upper leg lifted slightly, and he reached down further then pressed fingers up into her. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Jack started fingering her. Everyone was watching. Tanya’s eyes opened and she peered around at the faces.
Jack’s mobile phone jingled in the dining room. He gave Tanya a kiss as he edged from beneath her. His middle finger was wet, leaving a mark on her thigh. He broke the kiss off and left her.
Stan immediately stood and went to her. She blushed up at him, biting her lip. He knelt in front of her and leaned over to kiss her mouth. Her eyes closed and her head tilted. Paul kissed Angela’s neck as she watched her little sister being passionately tongue kissed by a second man. Stan squeezed her thigh, then he cupped her pussy through her pants. Her legs opened for him, and he put his hand down the front of her pyjamas and pushed a finger up into her. She had her hands in his hair as he sucked on her tits. His arm was moving back and forth, his fingers spearing into her wetly.
Mark appeared freshly showered and stood watching. Jack returned, and Stan looked back up at him. Jack knelt and Stan moved back. Tanya had slumped in the seat so her bottom was on the edge, and she was lying down with her head propped up. Jack tugged her pyjama shorts down her legs and left them around her ankles. He parted her knees and bent to cover her bald little pussy with his mouth. Stan leaned over the arm of the chair and resumed sucking her tits. Jack inserted fingers. Angela couldn’t see properly because her sister’s legs were open at an angle to her.
Jack had a hand pressed to Tanya’s belly. He licked and sucked on her little gash as he serviced it with his fingers. Stan alternated between kissing her mouth and sucking her tits. Paul entered Angela from behind. He had slipped his cock through the leg of her panties and he slow fucked her while she watched her sister being ravaged by the other men.
Tanya’s slender body bucked and writhed in orgasm just as Paul ground up behind Angela and ejaculated. She squirmed back against him, her hand wedged between her legs preventing anyone from seeing she was being fucked. Mark was grinning down at her. He knew.
Jack wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist. He looked at Paul with his head pressed against the back of Angela’s neck, panting from his exertion. Jack’s gaze travelled to where Angela was holding her crotch. She moved her hand enough that he could see Paul’s cock still inside of her.
Paul slumped away from her, rolling onto his back. She fixed the crotch of her panties back into place and looked over to see Tanya pulling her pants up. She went to her sister and took her hand, leading her out into the kitchen while the men were mumbling congratulations to each other.
“Oh my gosh – the frigging horn dogs!” Angela cried. “You got ravaged and I just got fucked in a room full of guys.”
“Did Paul fuck you again?” Tanya asked excitedly. “Just then?”
“Yes! While my boyfriend was trying to lick your belly button from the inside.”
“He has got a long tongue,” Tanya confirmed. “That’s a plus.”
Angela giggled. “Yeah – it is.” She checked around the corner. No one was following. They were all sitting around watching the television again. “Frigging horny trolls,” she tossed back at her sister, who was peering over her shoulder to see too.
“And I was enjoying the 90s hits too. I wanted to see what was number one,” Tanya said.
There was a knock at the door and Wes strolled in.
“Oh shit!” Tanya cried. “I thought he wasn’t coming back until tomorrow.”
“He probably wanted to come back for you,” Angela pointed out.
“Awesome. He can have me!”
“Yeah – I think we should go and grab him and Stan and take them upstairs. What do you think, Tan?”
“I think yes – definitely…. How should we do it?”
“Easy…. We walk in, say nothing and don’t listen to anything they say. You take Wes by the hand and I’ll take Stan by the hand. And we walk straight to the stairs…. Not a word.”
“Well, come on – come on.” Tanya giggled excitedly, pushing Angela to get going. “Don’t know about you, but I’m still frigging smouldering down there.”
“Me too,” Angela agreed, and she took her sister’s hand and led her back into the circle of trolls.
There were cheers and whistles. The girls clung together and took the hand of their chosen partners, making a chain of four, and they led with the guys following until they reached the stairs. Angela looked back to give Jack a cheeky smile, everyone cheered that too. She took Stan into the smaller room where she had been with Paul earlier. Tanya led Wes grinning into the main bedroom and closed the door.
Angela backed against the door as Stan turned and approached. “I’m still wet from Paul,” she uttered as he kissed her. “Sorry.”
“That’s alright…. Let’s get into bed?”
He took her hand and led her. She was blushing as he pulled the covers back.
“Should I undress, Stan?”
“No – let me do that,” he said, motioning for her to get in.
She slipped in and scooted across to the far side. He undressed completely. His cock lifted and extended as he got into bed beside her. It was kind of long and thin. Perhaps it looked thin because it was actually quite long. Had Tanya been mistaken?” Angela wondered. Maybe it had been an awkward angle of penetration and she hadn’t felt his full length. As he rolled onto his side to cuddle up, his penis pressed against her. It felt very hard, and had extended to about the length of Mark’s nine inches, Angela thought, though it was certainly not as heavy and fat as Mark’s. The head was narrow and tapered, Mark’s had been broad and round, like a knob. Stan’s balls looked huge – oversized and drooping in their long sac.
“Do you mind if we have the light off for a while?” he asked.
“No – that’s fine,” Angela uttered.
He reached across her and extinguished the bedside lamp. The room was then in moonlight, the white sheets glowing. Stan pulled the top sheet up to cover them as he cuddled up to Angela. His lips found hers. She moaned softly into his kiss, surprised at the tenderness of it. His passion grew quickly and he searched her mouth with his tongue. She opened wide for him. His hand moved up her side and closed over her breast. He kneaded it firmly and pinched the nipple, his tongue still in her mouth. When he finally ended the kiss, Angela panted breathlessly.
“It’s so amazing you’ve decided to do this, Ang.” He was tugging her negligee up. He lifted it, and she sat a little so he could pull it over her head. “We’ve all dreamed about it, but to actually get to fuck you….” He was rolling her panties down. He took them from her and dropped them on the floor. He rested beside her on an elbow. His hand cupped her breast then he bent to it and suckled the nipple.
Angela stroked his hair as he rolled his tongue around and then sucked more firmly on her. He left her nipple and then sucked the side of her breast. He concentrated on the one spot and sucked hard, finally releasing. “Do you like love bites, Ang?” He resumed sucking the same spot. It started to sting a little bit. She bit down on her lip and held her breath until he finally released and resumed sucking tenderly, his tongue smoothing over the little sore spot. He blew on it and kissed it softly. “There – that should come up nice for everyone to see.” He suckled the nipple again, pinching the other one softly. “You’ve got nice tits, Ang…. I saw them once. You were getting changed in your bedroom and I was walking by the window. I just stopped in my tracks – couldn’t help myself. You took your blouse off then unhooked your bra and let it fall away…. I watched you topless brushing your hair in your mirror. I’ve been stroking off over that memory for years.”
Angela blushed in the moonlight. “Oh my gosh – that’s so sexy and so nice, Stan.”
He chuckled. “That’s what the bite is for – because I love your tits.”
She stroked his hair some more as he nuzzled and kissed across to her other breast. He kissed and sucked it all over, his mouth wide and his tongue lashing. He lifted it and sucked beneath, He settled there, sucking hard again. It started to sting. Angela held her breath. He continued a little longer then released to suck gently and soothe the tingling little spot.
He kissed his way up to her mouth and inserted his tongue, then he moved to her neck and nuzzled in there. He kissed and sucked softly, then he concentrated on a spot and Angela held his head and thrust hers back. He sucked until it stung again then released and soothed with kisses. “Is that okay, Ang? Jack will be able to see that one…. You can show him the ones on your tits as well.”
“Uh huh…. I want him to see,” Angela uttered. “Or you could show him my tits if you want – or look at them yourself – or show them to the others when you’re cuddling me….”
He turned her onto her side and kissed the back of her neck. He kissed her shoulder and felt down to her hip. He rubbed down her thigh and moved it forward, positioning her half on her stomach. He moved in close behind her, lowering and putting his cockhead against her pussy. He opened her with his fingers. “You’re so wet, Ang.”
“Uh huh…. Fuck me, Stan.”
He entered her, sliding in easily. “Tell me if it’s too deep.”
“Hmm – I can feel it,” Angela uttered. “I think that’s my cervix.”
“Yeah, I think so,” Stan whispered, kissing the back of her neck some more as he pulled back and then inserted to gently nudge her deep inside again. “You feel slick – obviously full of cum, but you’re still nice and tight.”
“I’ve had five loads ejaculated in me today…. I love it,” Angela whispered, clinging to his head upon her shoulder.
He felt down over her belly and found her clit swollen. He rubbed it as his cock speared in and out of her, his hips rolling and pulling back his full length with each stroke. He settled into a steady rhythm with that action, his fingers alternating between rubbing her clit and spreading her pussy open for his shaft to slide through them. Angela felt his balls slapping against the back of her thigh. Her orgasm hit but he kept fucking her. The bed was rocking against the wall. He was pounding up behind her. She tilted her pelvis forward to give him full access for when was ready to cum. He was getting close, his thrusts slowing and including a desperate grinding action that had him probing the opening of her cervix. The narrowness of his cockhead allowed him to penetrate, and Angela ground back hard onto him when he finally bucked and jammed into her as deep as he could and held firm.
She clung to a pillow while his huge balls pulsed and heavy ropes of semen gushed into her cervix. She could only imagine, but the tapered head of his cock was wedged firmly into her narrow opening and the spurts of semen were shooting directly into her womb.
His ejaculation went on and on. “That feels like a lot,” Angela whisper back over her shoulder.
“Its a big load,” he whispered back. He placed his hand upon her belly. “I think it’s already in here too…. You felt extremely tight in deep. Did you notice?”
“Uh huh. I felt it with Mark too, though it was more discomfort. But with you it felt like you actually went in a little bit where he couldn’t.”
“Yeah, that happens sometimes. It feels good for me – makes me blow extra hard.”
“Speaking of hard.” Angela giggled. “You guys are so horny today!”
“Can’t help it – you girls are so fucking sexy!”
“Mmm – but I’m really thirsty….”
“Oh okay.” He gave another thrust.
Angela squirmed back onto it. “What if I get us a drink and come back?”
“Yeah? That would be great.”
“What would you like? Cold water?”
“Yes please, Ang. Is there anything to munch on?”
“A sandwich?”
“Aw, please? Perfect!”
Angela found her negligee in the dark. She was on her knees putting it on. Stan was lying on his back. She blushed to herself and bent over, kissing his belly and taking his cock in her hand. It was very wet and slippery. She kissed the head then opened her lips and took it into her mouth. “Aw yeah,” he groaned.
She sucked softly. The taste of his cum was strong. She took some of his shaft into her mouth and sucked it clean. She pulled back and kissed the slit in the head, then she kissed her way down the underside, sucking the taut skin and licking it clean. She cupped his huge balls and kissed them, also sucking and licking their combined juices from them before cleaning the upper side of his shaft and taking the head back in for another deep firm suck.
She kissed her way up his chest. “There – it shouldn’t dry all sticky now, but now I’m really thirsty.”
She left him, pulling the door almost closed. She hadn’t bothered with her panties but he had cum in her so deep that she doubted it would drip. She crept down the stairs. The television was off. It looked like Mark sleeping on the lounge. Angela found Tanya and Wes in the kitchen.
“Hi, you two. I need munchies and drinks.”
“Us too,” Tanya said.
“Where is everyone – asleep?”
“I think Paul went to bed. Jack must be in the other room. The doors are closed.”
“Are you two going to sleep together?”
Tanya nodded. “Is that okay? Where will you sleep?”
“I can sleep with Stan.”
Tanya was looking at Angela’s neck. “Uh oh – vampire time!”
“I know…. Is it big?”
“No – just a cute one.”
“I’ve got others,” Angela said, and she blushed at Wes as she slipped the shoulder of her negligee to check the love bite on her left breast. It was above her nipple and to the outside.”
“Ooh – nice one, Stan.” Tanya said. “No – that’s only small too. It will get darker, but it’s neat. He’s good at it.”
Wes was wide eyed. “Oh don’t worry, these guys have been virtually stripping us naked,” Tanya told him.
“And one more,” Angela said, and she lifted her negligee that time, all the way up to expose the underside of her right breast.
Wes looked at her pussy. Tanya inspected her other love bite. “Yep – same – only small. I’m jealous. I want one too now.”
Wes’ eyes lifted from Angela’s pussy to meet her blush. His eyebrows flickered. She smiled and turned away, getting the bread and makings of cheese sandwiches, and taking a bottle of water from the fridge.
She drank thirstily from the bottle.
“Thirsty, huh?” Wes asked.
Angela nodded. “Plus a certain taste in my mouth that wasn’t helping.”
Her sister grinned. “Oh? And what taste would that be?”
“The same stuff you made me try earlier, Tan…. The yucky stuff that these guys all seem to enjoy watching us lick up or swallow.”
“Yeah – well, that is fun to watch,” Wes agreed. “Sexy fun.”
Angela giggled. “Well, this is the taste of my third different guy today, and it isn’t getting any sweeter.”
“What isn’t getting sweeter?” Mark asked, yawning and scratching his head. He looked in the fridge and took out another of the bottles of water.
“His was the first,” Tanya told Wes. Peering back up at him. He was cuddling her from behind. “I think we need to try yours soon. Maybe it will be sweet.”
“Probably,” Wes agreed. “These white guys are all sour, I’ve heard.” Wes was coffee coloured. He looked good cuddling Tanya, Angela thought. She was pale white – hardly even a tan.
“Are you guys talking about jiz?” Mark asked, yawning. “I’ve heard that white guys aren’t sweet, until the girl tries a load from a black dude – then she realizes how good she had it before.”
They all laughed. Angela leaned against Mark as he casually took hold of her. He was actually her favourite, she decided right then. Paul was okay and Stan was nice, but Mark had a very genuine edge to his personality that she liked a lot, and always had. He was also a very nice lover – not pushy, but quite confident.
Tanya and Wes went back upstairs. Angela started making the sandwiches. “Do you want one?” she asked Mark.
“Yes please. I was looking at that last slice of apple pie.”
“Well, eat it, silly! Do you want it warm?”
He nodded. “Is there any ice cream?”
Angela put the pie in the microwave and got the ice cream out, scooping some into a bowl. The microwave clicked off and she added the slice of pie. Mark tucked into that while she made the sandwiches. He ate quickly and approached behind her. She tilted her head as he bent to her neck.
“What did Tanya mean, mine was the first?” he asked with interest. “My cum? No one’s tried mine yet.”
“Um….” Angela blushed. “Actually, we did. Me and my sister shared it from the condom you used with her.” She snuggled back against Mark. His big hand lifted up her side and closed over her breast.
“That’s hot, Ang. Wish I had have seen that.”
“Uh huh…. I wish you had too,” she uttered, meeting his lips back over her shoulder. Jack was coming down the stairs. Her excitement level lifted.
Mark felt down over her belly and cupped her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, turning and placing her arms around his neck, opening and accepting his tongue. “You have to wait until the morning,” she whispered into his mouth. “Is that okay? Can you wait?”
“Sure! Of course,” he said, kissing her again. “Is this allowed, though?” He rubbed into her wetness. He was doing it through her negligee but the soft satin felt nice.
“Uh huh – that’s okay…. Just for a minute, though,” she whispered, cuddling his head close and smiling over his shoulder at Jack. Mark continued to rub her slit with the length of a finger. She tugged her negligee up until he touched her bare. His finger then slipped into her. He inserted a little and swirled around in her and Stan’s juices, just playing in her.
“We’re all getting midnight snacks,” she said to Jack.
Mark looked around, startled. Then he grinned. “Snacks and a quick feel of Ang.”
“Yes, only a quick one because Stan’s waiting for me.”
“Still waiting?” Jack asked.
“Well – again actually. He already added his deposit to the mixture in my belly.” Angela grinned. “First you, and then Mark added his, and then Paul came inside me three times, and now Stan has once so far.”
Angela backed up to Jack, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts. Mark took a bite of a sandwich and looked her up and down. Jack kissed her neck. She smiled through her blush and lifted her negligee. She gathered it and pulled it up above her breasts. Jack felt them bare. Mark groaned, “That’s so fucking sexy.”
Angela took one of Jack’s hands and pushed it down to her pussy. He felt into her. “She turned to face him and breathed into his mouth. “Finger me, Jack.” He obliged, inserting his middle finger. She whispered into his ear, “I’m so full of cum right now.”
Jack mauled her neck and then her mouth, finger banging her hard and fast until she came on his hand, clinging to him and squeezing her thighs together as she writhed and squirmed in belly-clenching delight. She turned her head and rested it against his shoulder while he soothed her, rubbing softly into her slick opening.
Mark was still watching. She blushed as she met his eyes. He picked up another sandwich and his bottle of water. She gave a little finger wave as he left her with her fiancé.
“I think I might sleep with Stan tonight, okay, Jack? I’ll get nice cuddles off him after he fucks me again. Plus it will be kind of interesting to wake up next to another man in the morning.”
“Yeah, it would be like the full experience, I guess.”
“Hmm – and you wouldn’t mind…………..?”

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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

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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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