She’s too drunk to notice

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After a fun afternoon swimming and drinking beer at the river, the party is moved along down the road to a small sports stadium where a line-up of amateur bands get the place rocking. Anny keeps accepting the drinks her husband Jake is giving her. She was feeling tipsy after the beer. Now he has her drinking tequila. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Yeah, baby!” he cheers, walking backwards and stumbling over a seat, his tequila splashing down his front and setting everyone off laughing again.

It’s a great night. Anny likes to get a buzz on at a party, but she’s way past that as they all stagger and sway back along the road to the camp site. Her head is absolutely spinning when it hits the pillow. Jake is worse. He crashes immediately. Anny tries to sit up but she’s woozy now. She manages to pull off her clothing and drag a nightie over her head then flops back down and closes her eyes, sleep overpowering the urge to throw up.

A couple of guys walking by the window whooping it up wake her. She checks her phone to find it’s 3AM. She’s feeling okay in the stomach but her head is still spinning and she needs to go to the toilet. She steps into her sandals and hugs her arms around tight for the run to the amenities. The place is dead. She’s tripping over her feet, her legs wonky, the world on tilt. She quickly does her business and makes her way back to the cabin with her eyes virtually closed as she climbs the steps and sneaks back into bed.

Jake is out to it, still facing the far wall. Anny goes back to sleep but feels him cuddling up, his breath pure alcohol fumes against the back of her neck. She’s slipping in and out of consciousness and thinking about showing her boobs at the river. She has a little rub of her pussy and smiles to herself about it as she pulls her nightie off. Jake is erect against her back, as usual. She enjoys a squirm and finds moisture inside her pussy. She tilts her pelvis and feels for her husband’s cock head. He obligingly thrusts and she guides him in. She’s not quite wet enough but she presses back onto thrusts until he’s fully seated inside of her. He pulls back then slides in again – easier this time. He holds her hip and starts fucking her.

Anny hides her head in her pillow to get away from her husband’s alcohol fumes. He’s gripping her shoulder with one hand and her hip with his other. She tilts her pelvis, presenting herself to him. He drives up her hard and grinds against her, his cock probing so deep at this angle. She loves the feel of him but can’t keep awake enough to get very excited. She smiles to herself at the feel of him losing control and getting off in her, his cock feeling so huge and amazingly deep as it throbs and gushes cum.

Anny’s dozing off now. She can feel her husband’s cock still quite firm inside of her. He continues to slow fuck her, cuddling to her back and feeling her breasts. She’s almost asleep when she feels him tense and ejaculate again, his hand on her tit squeezing hard as he nuzzles for her neck under the pillow. She puts up with his breath and rubs her face against his. He kisses her cheek but suddenly jerks back.

“What the fuck?” he cries in a startled whisper. “Anny, what the fuck?”

“Huh?” she turns in horror at the sound of that voice. “Phil? What…? Where’s…?”

“Anny, what are you doing here?” He backs against the wall and turns on a lamp.

Anny squints at the light, shielding her eyes. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. Her mind is whooshing. She looks around the room and doesn’t see her stuff. This isn’t her cabin. “Oh shit. Phil, I um. Oh shit.”

“How did you get here, Anny? What’s happening?”

“Um I went to the toilet. I thought this was my. Oh my god!”

“Oh no, Anny, I thought you were Carmen. It was dark and I woke up and. Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

Anny gulps. That wasn’t a dream and it was Phil behind her. “Oh my god – we. Did we just do something?”

“Yeah. God, I’m so sorry, Anny. I didn’t know it was you. Believe me – I didn’t know.”

Anny can feel how wet she is between the legs. She has the bed cover pulled up to cover her breasts. “I think you came inside me,” she says, her head clearing a little, her heart still pounding.

Phil’s nodding. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to.” He rubs his face, his hand over his mouth. “Are you safe at least, Anny? Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah. Yes, I’m on the pill.” Anny shakes her head slowly, taking a breath and calming a little more. “Oh shit, Phil, this is crazy, isn’t it? I mean – it’s my fault not yours. It’s completely my fault.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy to get confused around here. I had enough trouble finding my own cabin just before. Oh, but you can’t tell Carmen! Please, Anny? We just had a fight. She went to sleep with Olivia. I thought you were her.”

“She just wants you to take her with you, Phil.”

“What?”

“That’s what you were fighting about, right? About how she wants to go?”

“Yeah I guess – that’s pretty much it. I’m just not ready for her to spend a whole week with my parents yet.”

Anny rubs her nose, sniffling a burgeoning tear. “Just work it out, Phil. If you can’t take her, then don’t go yourself.”

Phil swallows hard. He nods, sucking in a breath. “Yeah I guess. I’ll work it out somehow.” He presses hands to his temples. “This didn’t happen, Anny. Can we make it so this never happened?”

Anny sniffles again. “Yep. That’s what I’m thinking.” She feels her pussy. She’s open and dripping. She giggles hopelessly. “Damn it, Phil, you got me good.”

“Yeah – sorry about that,” he says again, grinning a little too. “Don’t know if I wanna totally forget about this to be honest.”

Anny shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’ll bet.” She wipes her wet fingers on her leg and finds her nightie hanging off the edge of the bed. “So I hope you were safe. You don’t screw around, do you?”

“No! Hell no!” His gaze lowers to her chest then back up.

Anny feels her blush rise. “I’m definitely not gonna tell anyone. I don’t know what to do about Jake exactly. Even if I have to tell him, he certainly won’t be telling anyone.”

“Yeah, I guess. You guys are married. That’s kind of serious, so I can understand you might need to talk about it. Just make sure he knows I was asleep minding my own business, okay?”

Anny giggles again, her chest lightening more. “I’ll make sure he knows that, Phil.” She feels another blush tingle through her cheeks. “Plus I don’t wanna totally forget either, to be honest.”

He smiles. “You don’t?”

“No. I’m glad it was a completely honest mistake, but it was nice too.”

Phil grins cheekily this time. “I could have done better.”

She glares back at him. “Settle down, stud. I think it was pretty good for drunk sex, anyway.” Her cheeks heat again. “You felt nice inside me like that. I can’t believe how wet I am from you right now.”

“Wet? From me?”

“Uh huh. From your cum.” Anny bites a lip. “Did you cum twice? I’m not sure which part I just dreamed. I think you were really deep in me.”

He stares back at her. His eyes are intense now. “You were so relaxed. I was all the way up you for that first load. The second one I was kind slipping out a bit. You felt so tight and sexy – I came pretty hard both times.”

Anny breaks away from his eyes and sorts out her nightie. She pulls it in the right way, allowing the bed clothes to fall away and reveal her breasts. Phil’s looking at them. “Aw fuck,” he groans under his breath. Anny’s blush rises and she bites her grin. She has her nightie sorted but just fiddles with it and waits. She meets Phil’s eyes again and reaches up to rake her matted curls.

“It felt really nice when you were cumming in me that first time. I thought it felt deeper than usual. I like the thought of having your cum in my belly right now as well as it making me all gooey between the legs.” Anny pulls on her nightie and slips from beneath the bed cover. She stands facing Phil to rake her curls back again. She feels a trickle of cum down her leg.

Phil’s looking at her down there. “Aw fuck. That’s from me?”

She nods. He’s on his knees holding his erection to one side. A slurp of cum splashes on the floor between her feet. She presses the bottom of her nightie against her pussy. “I’d better go and clean up or something,” she utters softly.

“You’d better before I grab you,” he says, again meeting her eyes with that intensity she isn’t entitled to.

“You’re not allowed to grab me. It wouldn’t be an accident anymore.” Anny crosses her thighs, her nightie wedged between them, cum trickling down to her knee. “Can I have some of your water, please?”

He hands her his water bottle. She rocks back against the wall to stop from falling over, her head spinning with the seeming resurgence of her drunkenness.

“Are you okay to walk?”

“Yeah – just need a minute.”

He gets up and steps close, slipping an arm around her waist. She leans against him and grips a shoulder. “I never noticed until your hair – it’s so long,” he says. She closes her eyes as his hand lifts and cups her breast. “Yours are a bit bigger but I never noticed when I was feeling them.” Anny rocks back against the wall again, her hands in her hair as Phil feels her tits. She’s looking down at his hand, pressing her chest forward. He stops feeling her and hooks a finger into her neckline and pulls it open, looking down her front. “Your nipples are different too.”

“Uh huh. Carmen’s are more pink,” Anny says, looking down her front too. Phil undoes her two buttons. He shifts her nightie from her shoulders and it falls to reveal her breasts. She watches dazed as he feels them, teasing her nipples erect. She giggles and presses an arm across her boobs. She pokes Phil’s chest with a finger. “I have to go now. This isn’t an accident anymore, bad boy!”

She squirms from the guy and waves awkwardly from his door. The number on his stair rail is 5. She wanders across a row and finds her number 5 and sneaks in to peep at her husband still sleeping. It’s definitely him. She finds panties and pulls them on. Phil’s cum has dribbled down to her ankle. She cuddles up in the bed cover and feels down her front into the heat and wetness there, smiling to herself at the thought of what just happened and still drunk enough to refuse to think about the consequences right now.

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The Landlord’s Son

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Miranda is sunning herself on their tiny first level bedroom balcony when she hears Adin arguing with the guy from upstairs. This is yet another episode in a running battle between the two of them. Adin particularly dislikes any invasion of privacy from the landlord. The guy, Corey, is the son of the building super and does some of the maintenance around the place. He’s actually pretty good, Miranda thinks, always ready to fix any little job she has for him. But he clashes with her husband no end.
“Well, it’s happening whether you like it or not, Adin. The owners want all the bathrooms in the building refurbished and it’s in your lease that they’re entitled to access to do repairs.”
“So send the builder, Corey. Or the renovation dude, whoever that’s gonna be. I don’t see why we need to have half the city crawling through the apartment.”
Corey chuckles. “You mean you don’t see why I should be allowed to crawl through your apartment. That’s what you really mean, right?”
“Yeah look, it’s nothing personal, man. Let’s just keep things professional, okay? That’s all I’m asking. You send up a tradie and he gets in and does the job and gets out. Easy as!”
Corey is an overweight man of about 40. He huffs and turns away from Miranda’s husband washing the car. “Whatever, man,” he shoots back over his shoulder. “I don’t see the big fucking deal. They only want me to take measurements.”
“Just send the tradesman, Corey. Talk to your old man about it,” Adin fires back dismissively.
Miranda tosses an apple core down and hits her husband square on the head. He jumps, swiping at his hair and ends up glaring at Miranda before his face splits in a smile. “I didn’t know what that was.”
“Are you nearly done? I know what shops I want.”
“Oh yeah? Which ones?”
“You’ll see! But I want to get going. Come up and get ready soon, okay?”
“Sure, baby. Nearly done.”
The shopping Miranda has planned is for her new fridge and washing machine. There are five different suppliers around the city she wants to compare and haggle with for the best price. By the end of the day they have the deal done and delivery arranged for early the next week.
That night Sienna calls in, avoiding going home to her husband. The girls start with a private party but Adin joins in and they turn on him over the marital sex game he and Miranda are playing. Miranda hasn’t said much so far.
“Well, how far have things gone, exactly?” Sienna asks them both.
Miranda chews a lip and looks to Adin.
Adin shrugs. “Pretty much what you saw at The Boardwalk, but with another guy as well.”
“The guy at the beach,” Miranda adds, having mentioned him. “And it was kind of nicer with him since I wasn’t drunk at all.”
“And he got his fingers wet too?”
Miranda nods to her friend. “A couple times. One was a bit awkward, standing up, and he was way too excited. Then after that he did it much more sensually, kissing my neck.”
“Ooh, neck kissing is nice,” Sienna coos.
Miranda looks to her husband again. “Yeah, he fingered me to orgasm while giving me a love bite, and right in front of Adin.”
Adin’s cheeks flush. “And feeling ya tits with his other hand.”
“Mmm, and such a rough, strong hand too. I can’t wait to go and see him again,” Miranda says, holding her husband’s gaze steadily. “Will you take me to him again soon?”
Adin does a tiny nod. “I suppose I’d better if he’s got what you need, baby.”
“Oh fuck, this is so sexy,” Sienna moans. “When’s my turn? When’s your turn, Adin? You can finger me if you want. Or he could just fuck me instead,” she says to Miranda. “You could watch him do me.”
“No way!” Miranda cries. “Forget it. He’s all mine!”
Adin chuckles.
“And anyway, he’s already got his eye on some chick at work, haven’t you, scumbag?”
“Yeah, but she’s more sweet than hot,” Adin says and drains his beer.
“Well, you’re definitely not getting with her, then,” Miranda declares.
“Yeah, sweet is dangerous,” Sienna adds supportively. “You need to stick with plain and slutty.” She points at herself. “Aaaaaright here.”
They all laugh. Adin gets another beer and refreshes the girls’ wine glasses.
“But seriously, you’re okay with these guys and Miranda?” Sienna asks Adin without the banter.
He holds Miranda’s eyes for a moment then includes Sienna. “It’s not easy. It’s pretty painful to watch. It’s a little bit arousing because of how fucking sexy my wife is, just watching her give in to some guy. It’s about half and half, excruciating and hot.”
Miranda smiles. Adin covers her hand and squeezes.
“It’s hard to watch her being kissed by them. It’s like they’re touching something from deep inside our marriage when she closes her eyes and gives that up to them,” he goes on.
“Really?” Miranda utters. “That really gets to you?”
Adin nods. “I get that it has to be part of it, though. You obviously enjoy it, baby.”
“Oh shit, can I at least have a kiss, then?” Sienna whines. “You guys are killing me with this.”
They all laugh some more and talk and drink for another hour before Sienna gets a cab home to her husband and Adin takes Miranda to bed and fucks her.

*

There’s a loud knock on the door in the morning. Adin and Miranda are still cuddled up in bed. “Oh hell, that would be that idiot Corey,” Adin says. “He’s got to measure up the bathroom for the renovations they’re doing next month.”
“Okay, that’s fine,” Miranda replies with an exciting idea. “Go and show him in then come back, okay?”
“Yeah alright.” Adin pulls on a tee-shirt and shorts and closes the bedroom door on his way out.
Miranda quickly finds panties and uses Adin’s singlet from the night before. She models it in the mirror, the drape of the white undergarment not quite covering the crotch of her panties and the arm holes big enough to show the full roundness of her breasts from the sides. When Adin returns, closing the door behind him again, she goes to him smiling and shushing him.
His eyes are wide. “What?” he whispers.
Miranda just keeps smiling and lifts her brows, rolling her eyes toward the door.
Adin frowns urgently. “No, baby! No way!”
Miranda nods, putting her finger to her lips. “Yes.” she says defiantly.
“No, baby. Not with him!” Adin gulps.
Miranda presses close and lifts to his ear. “Come on, you’ll love it,” she entreats and cups his package. “His tongue in my mouth, his fingers up inside me. Mmm, let Corey have me, Adin. Share me with him.”
“Aw fuck no. I really don’t like the guy, baby. And he doesn’t like me!”
“Ah huh, I know, and he’s going to have your wife,” Miranda teases mercilessly. “It’s so exciting, isn’t it?”
“It’s gut-wrenching is what it is,” Adin growls under his breath.
“Mmm, but it’s a perfect opportunity right here in our apartment. Just watch through the crack in the door. I’ll stay in the bathroom doorway so you can see.” Miranda moves away, with her husband clinging to her. She glares at him, defiant again.
He is shaking his head, his eyes tragic now.
“Just remember I love you,” Miranda tells him as she opens the door and slips around it. She pauses and peers back. “Be really quiet, okay?”
Adin just gulps again and shakes his head. “Aw fuck, baby.”
Miranda bites her grin and leaves him standing there behind the open door. She can see Corey’s legs. He’s on his hands and knees on the bathroom floor. Miranda looks back and sees Adin’s eye pressed close to the crack in the bedroom door, the two rooms directly across a hallway.
Miranda sneaks into the bathroom and goes to the wash basin, squeezing tooth paste and quickly scrubbing her teeth.
“Oh shit. Miranda! Hey!” Corey says, turning over to be sitting on the floor grinning up at her.
Miranda rinses. “Hi, Corey. How are you going?”
He swallows hard. His eyes lift from her crotch. They’re wide open. “Yeah good. Just got to get these measurements done.”
“Yes that’s fine,” Miranda says sweetly and winds her hair into a pony tail.
Corey is staring at her panties, his grin broadening now.
“What?” Miranda challenges playfully. “I just got out of bed. It’s supposed to be Sunday morning sleep-in.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Corey says. “Those are cute.”
Miranda stretches the singlet down, biting her grin. “Hmm, I don’t think you’re supposed to be looking, though. I’m a married woman, don’t forget.”
Corey nods, still just sitting there resting back on his hands. He cranes his neck toward the open door. “Where’s Adin?” he asks, just silently mouthing the words.
“It’s okay, he went to the shop to get a few things,” Miranda fibs. “He’ll be back soon, though.”
Corey’s gaze lifts from Miranda’s panties to her breasts. She looks down at him. His grin has ended and his eyes have intensified. Miranda feels her face heat and flush a little.
“You’re looking hot. I always notice, you know?” Corey rises to his knees with a swift, controlled movement that surprises Miranda. He’s a big man, his head at her chest. “Easily the hottest woman in the building,” he goes on and touches the back of her legs.
“Mmm, thank you. I’m glad you notice me, Corey. That’s very flattering.”
“Yeah? I think you want me to notice you right now, Miranda. I think you came in here to tease me.”
“Um. Maybe a little,” Miranda utters sweetly. “I was feeling naughty here all alone with you.”
“I’m feeling naughty too,” Corey says and traces fingers up and down the back of Miranda’s thighs, making her catch a breath and bite harder on her lip. He stands to tower over her.
Miranda instinctively places her hands against his chest. “Um. Corey. What are you doing?”
He strokes her face with a huge hand.
“But, Corey.” she utters, tilting upward and parting her lips.
The guy surprises Miranda with the tenderness of his kiss. She immediately and involuntarily closes her eyes and melts into his strange new essence. He takes her into his arms and deepens the contact, still tender as he teases her tongue and plays with it inside her mouth. He kisses her one way for a while then lifts from her and turns his head, moving in again and getting more forceful as he probes deeper with his tongue.
Miranda is able to see the crack in her bedroom door now, and she meets her husband’s eye still pressed there. She holds his anxious gaze while continuing to be kissed by their neighbour.
Corey’s hands start rubbing and exploring. He gropes Miranda’s sides beneath the singlet. She can feel his cock hard against her belly. She grips it there through his thin track pants, squeezing and holding as he thrusts into her hand.
He breaks off kissing her and pulls the singlet up to expose her breasts. “Aw fuck,” he groans, looking at them.
“Take it off me,” Miranda says loud enough for her husband to hear, and she lifts her arms and has the singlet stripped and dropped on the floor.
“Aw fuck.” the big man groans again, his eyes boggling as he feels a tit.
Miranda turns and backs against him so that she’s facing her bedroom fully. She puts both hands behind her back and grips Corey’s stubby erection. He gropes her tits and kneads them and tweaks the hard little nipples. Miranda rubs her head back against his neck and shoulder. She can clearly see Adin’s eye there below the top hinge of the bedroom door. “Take my panties off, Corey. Strip me completely then you can finger me if you want.”
“Yeah?” he responds excitedly. “Just like…?”
“Yes, just push them down so you can see my pussy while you play with it,” Miranda tells the man on her back and thrusting his exposed cock into her hand. His pre-cum has wet her fist enough for his erection to slide through. He pushes down her panties and parts her slit with a finger. She’s also wet enough for him to slide on in. He lifts one of her legs and spreads her then starts finger banging her deep and slow. “Uhh…huhh. Yes take me,” Miranda moans against his bearded face. “Finger me, Corey. I’ve been thinking about you doing this so much.”
Miranda’s words urge the guy on and he pounds her with his hand, his huge thick finger spearing and squelching into her slick hole. He has her leg lifted high and her thighs spread completely. He slows his banging of her and carefully inserts a second finger. “Uhh…hhh…” she moans as she squirms down onto them. He pulls those digits out and adds another, forcing the three of them up inside of her and just beginning to work her when her orgasm hits.
“Uhh..hhh..huh…don’t stop,” Miranda moans, glaring and frowning across at her husband, and she stops squeezing the fat little cock in her hand and resumes stroking it as her huge neighbour thrusts hard and holds firm, his ropes of semen slurping up her bare back.
“Aw fuck yeah,” Corey groans low and deep, and he takes Miranda’s mouth in a hard kiss again. She turns and clutches his tee-shirt in front, his cum running between the cheeks of her bottom and down her thighs. It had felt like so much and she is curious about it. She pushes away from his kiss and wipes her lower back with her hand. She brings her hand forward with semen dripping from it. She blushes to herself and looks at the bedroom door as she sucks and licks her fingers, grimacing at the strong taste as she swallows.
Corey chuckles and wipes her back as well, offering her his fingers.
She just blushes deeper and pulls a towel from the top of the shower, giving it to him. “You had better go before Adin gets back, Corey. You had better go and let me have a shower to clean all this goo off me.”
He’s beaming a smile and feels her tits again. She waits while he does that, thrusting against his huge hand and peering across at Adin still spying there. She licks her fingers some more, cleaning between them and licking a small rope of semen from her wrist.
“Can I come back for the measurements another day?” Corey asks, looking around the floor. He picks up her panties and holds them to his nose for a sniff then puts them in his pocket.
“Can you do them quickly right now?”
He nods. “Okay, real quick.”
Miranda sneaks across to the bedroom door and looks in to find her husband still there behind it. The neighbour is shuffling around on the floor right there, so she just shushes him as she pulls the singlet back on. She wipes her lower back and wets her fingers in a gluggy strand of semen. She spreads her fingers and shows her husband, questioning him with a teasing smile.
“Go on, then,” Adin groans under his breath.
Miranda captures the string of goo with her tongue and eats it. She wipes her back to find more cum, sucking her fingers clean then searching for more and just rubbing it into her bottom. She leans close to whisper, “I love the way he was kissing me, Adin. I love his prickly beard against my face.”
Adin strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. “You know you’re really killing me with this guy, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know.” Miranda flashes her eyes. “I love that it’s a man you’re fighting with, that you have to watch while he takes me like this.”
Adin nods grimly. “I bet he’s fucking loving it too.” He peers through the crack in the door then rolls his eyes for Miranda to check.
Corey looks to be finished. Miranda shoots her husband a parting smile and returns to the guy, taking his hand and leading him to the front door. “So this was fun, but you can’t tell anyone, okay?” she whispers to him.
He nods. “Yeah, of course. It was amazing, Miranda. You’re so fucking hot.”
Miranda is pulled into a kiss. She closes her eyes and relaxes into the guy. He feels down over her belly and softly parts her labia with a finger. His tongue is in her mouth. She holds his hairy arm as he inserts his middle digit and begins fingering her again. Miranda presses back against the wall. Her leg is lifted. A second digit is added and her orgasm quickly ignites again as she is banged hard and fast. “Uhh..hhh…hh… oh yes… yes… oh fuck yes!” she cries out loud as her belly clenches and the intensity of her climax pulses through her.
Fingers are still jammed up her. The singlet is lifted and the big hairy man sucks hard on her left tit. She holds his head and thrusts her chest forward as he moves and sucks half of her right breast into his mouth.
“Ah huh, that’s nice,” she utters softly. “Mmm you can suck on them, Corey. I love that.”
“I love your sexy body, Miranda. I’ve always wanted to touch you like this.”
“Yeah? Have you really?” Miranda asks sweetly. She strokes his wiry brown hair, the feel of his beard and whiskers interesting against her breast.
He’s still got a finger up her. “You’re so wet and slippery inside. It feels amazing,” he groans against a nipple. He has released her leg and she’s standing with her thighs pressed together. He extracts his finger and sucks it while she watches, his eyes upon hers. “Did you like the taste of my cum?”
Miranda nods and turns her head to discretely check for her husband. “I loved it, Corey. Yours tastes so strong. But please.”
“Okay, I’ll go now,” he says, kissing her hair then taking her lips softly once more.
Miranda tilts her head and opens as he inserts his tongue into her mouth. He cuddles her tight and she melts into him again. He breaks off and nuzzles her face. She meets his eyes and stares into them as he baulks more soft kisses then takes her lips once more. “Maybe you could stay just a little longer?” she breathes into his mouth. “Just for a little while?”
He seeks her eyes again. “Love to.”
She bites a smile, blushing. “Hmm, we could sit on the lounge.”
Corey leads her the few steps and guides her onto his lap as he sits. Miranda ends up resting against the arm of the big leather couch with just her legs across him. He squeezes her hip as he kisses her neck. She holds his head close and lifts her bottom as he tugs the singlet she’s wearing up above her waist. He tilts his head to have a look at her.
Miranda looks beyond the guy to see her husband watching from the hallway to the bedroom. Corey squeezes her thigh and she lets him part her legs. He moves one aside and teases her labia open with his middle finger. “Uhh..hhh..nn,” Miranda moans, breathing raggedly, holding Adin’s eyes as the other man’s finger is inserted into her again.
Corey peels open her slit with his other hand and watches intently as his thick finger slides in and out. Adin’s head shakes slowly. His eyes are dead. He turns and disappears back into the bedroom.
Miranda closes her legs and presses her hands over Corey’s. His finger remains inside of her. He pulls her head toward him and kisses her hard. Miranda stares at the vacant hallway, hoping Adin will come back while their neighbour continues fingering her and tonguing her mouth. She can’t stop her orgasm from building once more and she allows her thighs to be spread again. Corey stops fingering her though and works her onto her back to be lying beside her. “You can’t have sex with me,” she breathes into his next kiss. He’s fully erect and dry humping her hip.
“I know,” he says and huffs a big breath. “Can I shoot off in your mouth, just stroking it myself?”
Miranda shakes her head resolutely. “No, Corey! Oh my god!”
She reaches behind her bottom and feels his bare cock. He releases it to her and grabs her tit, crushing it as he humps her fist and mauls her neck. Miranda writhes her head against his and her breast against his hand. She frigs herself with her fingers and urges on her orgasm while holding Corey’s thrusting dick.
Miranda’s climax hits hard. She squeezes down on the pulsing cock in her hand and the guy thrusts and holds firm against her groin, his cum gushing up onto her belly. The thick strands of semen cling to her quivering skin. She squeezes the guy off and gathers another congealed glob on her thumb. She licks that then carefully scoops a strand from her belly and eats it off her fingers.
“Yeah, and the rest,” Corey groans into her neck.
“Ah huh,” Miranda utters and pulls her skin taut to wipe up as much of the last few ropes as she can. She sucks her fingers and swallows the powerful taste of the guy. “Mmm, I love that it’s from you, Corey. It tastes so strong.”
“Yeah, ya like that?” he breathes into a soft neck kiss. “You like it strong?”
“Yeah,” Miranda says sweetly and she licks her lips and swallows at the powerful essence of the guy again. She is lying back against his chest and he has both hands up her singlet feeling her breasts. She turns her head and meets his next kiss. He tweaks her nipples hard, twisting them as she writhes back against him and accepts his tongue deep into her mouth. “Ahhh..hhh, not too hard,” she moans, and he immediately relents and massages her full globes softly.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispers to her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Miranda.” He lifts a hand to her face and holds her while deepening another kiss. He edges from beneath her to move over her and take full control, mashing his mouth over hers while stroking her face and hair.
Miranda submits completely to the guy, letting him tease her with half kisses then take her hard again and ravage her mouth. He has a leg over one of hers and her pussy is split over his thigh, the flex of it massaging her clit and keeping her close to another peak. His cock is covered by his track pants but is firm against her groin. She rakes his back and cuddles him, his paunch stomach squashing her, his thick chest heavy upon her breasts. He kisses her one way for a while then turns his head to kiss her the other way some more. Miranda has to stop and swallow at the build-up of their saliva in her throat. He’s cupping her face in both hands and looks into her eyes. She parts her lips and waits. He lowers and inserts his tongue deep into her mouth, his own mouth wide open over hers and another pool of saliva building quickly.
Corey shifts his lower body across and Miranda moves her leg aside, spreading for him. He immediately rolls his pelvis and forces the bulge of his erection against her opening.
“Alright, that’s enough,” her husband’s voice growls from the front doorway.
Corey scoots up the lounge and tumbles over the back of it.
Adin is standing there glaring at him. He pulls open the door and stands aside. “Get the fuck out of here, man.”
Corey says nothing and edges past to the door then disappears. Miranda is left sitting with her legs tucked up and the singlet stretched down over them. Adin’s face is set tragically. He sits on the end of the lounge and huffs a huge breath, sighing and gripping his head in his hands.
Miranda swallows hard. “Are you okay?” she tries softly.
Adin shakes his head and exhales another big breath. “Fuck, Miranda, that was harsh. I can’t believe I let you do that with him.”
Miranda scoots across to her man and starts kissing his face. She kisses his neck and then up the other side of his angry expression. She kisses down his chest and bites his cock through his shorts. He grips her head, making her smile. She pulls down the waist band of his shorts and takes his cock into her mouth. It’s wet and tastes of pre-cum. She moans over it and starts bobbing her head. He holds her in place and she grips his long shaft as he begins fucking her mouth. “That’s it, suck it you little slut,” he growls and she moans louder and sucks harder. She keeps her eyes squeezed shut tight and lets her husband release his anger and tension into her throat with a series of powerful bursts of hot salty cum.

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Barry stroked my hair and kissed my head. “No, baby, no regrets. It’s just different after sex, is all. Up to and during sex it’s all about how hot and amazing you are and about how arousing it is to watch you.” He kissed me again. “And now, coming down, I need to get my head around the fact that one guy has had a couple of good long looks at my wife’s tits and another two have cum in her mouth. It’s like it’s incredibly exciting but I also kind of have to just live with it.”
“To live with it?” I echoed softly. It was exciting to think of Barry having to accept other men enjoying me. I peered up at him. “Do you mean having to live with being cuckolded a little bit?”
Barry’s face reddened. “Yeah, I guess it is sort of being cuckolded, isn’t it?”
“Uh huh. I think it was with the two boys since they actually had sex with me – oral sex at least. But that’s what made it so exciting for me.”
“How so, sweetheart?”
“Well, it was like that time with the guys after the party. It was only exciting because my boyfriend was watching. Actually, two of those guys tried to get me to do it again one time, but I didn’t want to with just them.”
“Oh. So it’s the um..” Barry swallowed and took a breath. “It’s the cuckolding that makes it exciting for you, sweetheart?”
I peered up. “Uh huh. I loved you watching me today.”
“Oh okay. Well, right now it feels a bit strange – like I said – but maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to deal with it enough to watch you do it again.”
I stroked my husband’s chest. “Do you think they really will watch for us tomorrow? If you decide you want it to happen, I’ll definitely let them both cum in my mouth again. Mmm – I’d love to taste more of it from them – drink it all down while they watch me.”
Barry slipped lower and took my lips, kissing me hard and searching my mouth with his tongue. I couldn’t taste the two young guys anymore, but the thought of having my husband’s tongue in my mouth so soon after sucking their cocks was nice.
Barry left me to shower before getting ready for dinner. I picked out a maroon maxi dress, backless with a slit down the front, slightly to the left of centre. Beneath the dress I was bare other than white lace panties. The top covered me well, though. Our dinner party was mixed company, so I wanted to be dressed appropriately.

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Chapter 1

“You’re only 37, Barry. Get real.”
“Late 30’s isn’t young for men, though, Eve. I’m a good 10 years past my prime.”
Eve giggles. “You don’t look it, sexy man.”
Barry takes his young wife into his arms and meets her kiss. “Thanks to the gym membership you bought me for Christmas, I don’t look too bad. James is a year older than me and Olsen is only 35. They’ve both gone to seed.”
“Well ‘seed’ would actually be helpful. Are you saying I should get some off them?”
Barry chuckles. “They wish, sweetheart. Although Gloria and Jill still look pretty good. They’re both over 30, aren’t they?”
“Yes – and with children. They’re both still hot but they work out too. If you men are going to sit around on your arses all day doing silly lawyer stuff you should expect those arses to be fat.”
“Oh. So I had a fat arse! That’s why you bought me the membership?”
“Pretty much, Barry. It was getting there. You know we girls like the feel of a nice firm bum when it’s wiggling between our legs, don’t you? I mean, we don’t ask for much else. A bit of a beer belly and even small man boobs are passable on a mature guy, but only if he has a firm butt.”
Barry doesn’t need to look but he takes a tour of his pretty wife’s body anyway. She’s a lovely slender young woman of 24 – perfect for child bearing and well ready for that. “Looking like this you certainly get to demand standards too, sweetheart. That’s why I’ve been doing three nights a week on that membership, you know? Because you were entitled to give me a wake-up call. I’m glad you did.”
“Good.” Eve snaps another kiss to his lips and goes back to her kitchen and the meal she’s preparing. “And stop worrying about it, Barry. The doctor said it’s perfectly normal for it to take longer getting pregnant when you are more mature. It doesn’t mean you’re past it. He said at around 40 we can expect a year or more of trying. He didn’t even want to do those tests yet.”
“Yeah, well I still wanted to know – to be sure. I know a couple of other men my age who tested with a low sperm count and motility. Those numbers and averages are way better for guys under 25. There’s no doubt we peak about there.”
Barry finishes up work on his laptop and shuts it, putting it in his case out of the way. Eve brings over their meals. He opens a fresh bottle of wine.
“So, are they going to survive without you for two whole weeks?” Eve asks.
“They’ll be fine. I’ve cleared everything. I told them they can email me if they need to but no calls unless it’s an emergency.” Barry’s hungry after gym. He’s devouring the big rare steak in front of him. “Should be great visiting the folks without them being there for a change, eh?”
Eve giggles. “Oh yeah! All the benefits and none of the hardship.”
“Hardship? Are they really that bad, sweetheart?”
“No – your parent’s are wonderful, Barry. For a couple of hours at a time.”
Barry chuckles in agreement. It’s a two hour drive to the lake where his parents have retired in a beautiful house overlooking the water. It’s usually just a day trip to visit – a couple of hours over lunch. That’s enough for Barry too.
“Anyway, I think it’s wonderful that they’re travelling now. They worked so hard all their lives and deserve it.”
“Yeah, it looks like a nice cruise. Plus they’ve got their friends along, so it should be quite a party.”
“Yes and we get to babysit the glasshouse. Awesome!” Eve says, her eyes lighting up.
“And we get to babysit Dad’s cabin cruiser. It will need some attention too, I expect.”
“And you get to have sex with me every morning.”
Barry grins. “I do?”
“Yup. I don’t care about the getting pregnant thing. I just want more sex. You’ve been neglecting me lately. I can’t remember the last time you cuddled up with a woody in the morning.”
Barry shrugs, meeting his wife’s tease. “That’s probably because you don’t sleep nude anymore. Whose mother bought you all the long nighties, baby, mine or yours?”
Eve glares but cracks a smile too. “Mine actually, now that you mention it. But it’s been too cold so far. When is spring going to start warming up?”
“Tomorrow!” Barry pushes his empty plate forward and finishes his wine. “I checked the forecast. Looks like we’re in for a couple of pretty good weeks of sun. I think we’re going to get lucky.”

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Eve likes how small the penis of the thin boy is. It’s in her mouth, incredibly stiff, and it’s pulsing and gushing semen. Again, there’s quite a lot of it! She moves it around in her mouth while still sucking and enjoying the feel of the young guy getting off. She looks up at Barry watching intently. She takes the dick from her mouth and kisses it then swallows the huge wad of cum, all the while holding her husband’s gaze.
Eve takes the guys cock back into her mouth and strokes it with her lips. It hardens quickly. The guy begins to thrust, surprising her. She grips him and peers up. “Do you want to cum again?” He nods. She blushes at what flashes to mind. “Okay. I’ll keep still and you fuck my mouth. Grab a big handful of my hair to control my head and fuck my lips until you cum. Can you do that?”
He nods. “I think so. I’ve seen that on pornos.”
“Uh huh – like that. Just fuck my mouth,” Eve tells him and takes his cock back in deep. “Mmm,” she moans as he surges and probes her throat. She grips him and controls the depth but lets him use his hips. He controls her head and humps up into her, spearing through her fist and fucking her until he drives up one final time and holds firm. His dick swells and throbs. More heavy jets of semen squirt up against the roof of her mouth and fill her senses.
Eve swallows the young guy’s second load and sits up wiping her mouth. Barry sends the boy along then goes to see the two of them for a moment. He comes back and helps her through to the front seat then backs the car out and drives home.
Eve is still licking her teeth and swallowing at the taste in her mouth. “Thank you,” she says to her husband. “That was so nice and yucky.”
“Want some more, baby?”
“Um – no! You have to fuck me hard.”
“Yeah, as soon as we get back to the house.”
Eve giggles. “Good – while I can still taste this.”
Barry looks at her. “I can’t believe we just did that. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love watching you with MY dick in your mouth. Seeing another guy’s cock sliding through your lips like that – how red and pumped up it was – how stiff it looked. Baby, I could see them throb when they were unloading. It looked like they both came pretty hard.”
“Uh huh – it was a lot to swallow each time. But as long as they enjoyed it.”
“They sure as hell did. I told them to check for us to park there tomorrow in case you wanted it again,” Barry says. “I certainly won’t mind if you do, sweetheart – just while we’re here, if you wanted to suck them off again.”
Eve takes in her husband’s obvious excitement without answering, noticing his bulge. Right now she feels as though she would definitely want to do it again. Whether she and Barry will feel the same way after the heat of the moment wears off is another question, she thinks.
“I mean, I just told them to check for us. I didn’t promise anything,” Barry assures.
Eve smiles. “I know. It’s fine, Barry. I like the thought of doing it for them again, too. Knowing young guys like that, I’m sure they’ll be super horny for more by tomorrow. And now that they’ve had me do that once, I like the thought of them knowing they can get it from me again.”

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Eve wakes. The clock on the dresser shows 1:30 AM. She’s nude on the bed with Curt spooned behind her. She shakes his arm. “Curt! Wake up!”
“Huh?” He stirs and yawns. “What time is it?”
“It’s the middle of the night. We went to sleep.”
He feels her breast and snuggles into her neck. “Yeah I guess.”
“No – we have to get up. We weren’t supposed to be sleeping together.”
“Yeah okay, sure. Just five more minutes.”
“No,” Eve squirms from his cuddle and stands. “Come on, you have to go home now,” she tells her new lover. She pulls on her robe and ties it tight. The lights are off in the living room.
Curt lines up beside her looking over the rail. He’s pulling his shirt on. “Okay, I’ll take off,” he says, taking her around the waist and pulling her to him. “That was amazing, Eve, thank you,” he whispers into a kiss.
Eve lets him taste her mouth again, opening for him and meeting his tongue. She pushes him away after a moment, though, and she follows him downstairs with her arms wrapped around her naughty body. Barry is at the kitchen counter with a bottle of scotch. Eve goes to him. “Sorry – we fell asleep.”
Barry nods, putting an arm around her. Curt approaches the other side of the counter and sits on a stool. “May I?” he asks about the scotch.
Eve gets him a glass, Barry pours. The two men raise glasses, gazing steadily and making Eve’s skin tingle.
Barry clears his throat. “Obviously my parents can never know about this, Curt.”
“Of course.” Curt grins at Eve. “I’m not sure I didn’t just dream it myself.”
Eve blushes. “Um – no, not just a dream. It felt real enough to me.”
“So that was completely unprotected, you realize?” Barry asks Curt, his voice still husky.
Curt nods. “Yeah I know. And close to ovulating, do you think?”
“We’re not sure,” Eve says, looking to her husband.
“There’s a good chance she will be anytime now,” Barry adds, cuddling her to his side again.
“Well, one positive is that you and I are not dissimilar in appearance, Barry – both dark hair, Caucasian. We could nearly pass for being related. If it’s my sperm that gets Eve pregnant, it might not be obvious.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Barry replies. “And do you know whether you have a high count or not by any chance?”
“No, man, wouldn’t know. I do know I deposited a lot of semen in that tight little belly, though. And it certainly felt alive and healthy coming out of my balls. She made me cum so fucking hard, didn’t you, beautiful?”
Eve’s blush fires up some more. “Mmm – I hope I made you cum hard. It certainly felt like you did. He must have been saving up all week by the feel of the way he spurted all up in me,” she tells her husband.
“It’s probably a good thing we stayed lying in bed for a couple of hours after. That’s supposed to help sperm make its way up into your womb, isn’t it?” Curt asks, finishing his scotch. “I mean – gravity.”
“Yeah, we do that all the time,” Barry agrees. “Don’t we, sweetheart?”
Eve meets his kiss. “Yes – I don’t think I lost too much of Curt’s. I was also having an orgasm when he was ejaculating, and I think maybe that helps a bit.”
“Definitely agree with that,” Curt declares. “It was like her pussy was sucking me off for a while there – like she sucked my balls dry.”
“Mmm – that’s so hot to think about it like that,” Eve says, touching her belly. “I really love to suck.”
“Show us your belly?” Curt says.
Eve lifts her robe and shows him. “I hope I sucked it all up in here.”
Curt’s smiling. “That’s a pretty little slit. Nice and tight too, eh, Barry?”
Barry nods. “Yep. Sure is.”
Eve holds her robe up while the men look at her.
“I’m getting another boner. I’d better go,” Curt says, smiling up from Eve’s display. She lowers her clothing and tugs it straight. “See me out?” he asks her.
Eve squeezes Barry’s hand and leaves him to follow Curt to the foyer. He opens the door and turns to her, taking her into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, just presses to her lips. They’re still in plain sight of Barry. Eve meets his gaze but submits to the other man’s kiss. Curt clutches the back of her neck and holds her while extending his tongue deep into her mouth. She grips his shirt. He then nuzzles her neck. She lifts her head and holds her hair out of the way. He sucks on her skin while she stares into her husband’s eyes.
A few minutes later, Curt has gone and Barry cuddles up behind Eve at the sink drinking a glass of water. “Sorry – we went to sleep like that,” she says.
Barry kisses her shoulder and rubs down her hips. Eve snuggles back, cuddling his head and pressing her face to his. “How many times did he fuck you, baby?”
“Twice, but he made me orgasm about five times. He certainly knows what he’s doing. And with the way he’s been kissing me, as you could see.”

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George gives Lisa’s knee another squeeze, making her giggle and squirm. She clutches his arm but he just pulls her close and keeps tickling her legs. She laughs. He’s behind her and reaching down her front. She’s pressed back against him. The arm around her waist lifts and his strong hand closes over her breast. George lets up tickling and just feels her. He sits and keeps her on his lap. They’re facing Alan.
“Your pretty girl here has a beautiful bod, hey son?”
Alan nods. “Yeah.” His face is red.
“These are nice.” George goes on, and Lisa lifts her arms as he feels her breasts beneath them. “Do you like that, love? In front of your boyfriend?”
“Uh huh – I like it.”
“And you kids have discussed this? Done anything like this before?”
“No. Never,” Alan answers. “We talked about it, though. So long as no one finds out back home.”
George circles Lisa’s nipples with fingertips. “So, you wouldn’t want your friends to know – or just your families?”
“Um – both,” Lisa says. “I wouldn’t want anyone to know I’ve let other men get with me. It’d be hard to explain.”
“I see. What about you, Al – how would you feel if your buddies found out? This other young friend of yours seems okay with it.”
“Yeah – Trent’s okay.” Alan checks around to see him floating in the shallow water close to shore. “I think he can keep a secret. He said he won’t tell anyone.”
George nods. “Are ya gonna let him have sex with you as well, love? Will it just be us old men or do we get to watch the young buck as well?”
Lisa meets Alan’s blush. “He’s my brother’s best friend,” Alan says. “They’re always hangin’ out together. He’s like the kid next door.”
“He is. I’ve known him since we were little,” Lisa explains to George, peering back at him.
George massages her shoulders. He’s grinning. “Yes, interesting to watch you takin it from a young guy in front of Al. Especially with that dynamic, with him probably having grown up dreamin’ about ya, love. We can all relate to that as boys – fantasizing about the older girl next door. It’d be amazing to see that play out.”
“Hmm.” Lisa moans sceptically, raising her eyebrows as she meets Alan’s gaze again.
“Waddya think, Al?” George goes on. “Seems there’s already been one other cock inside your pretty girl. Evan says she’s quite submissive. Would ya like to watch her givin’ it up to the young guy from next door?”
“I dunno … maybe,” Alan says.
Lisa’s blush deepens as she holds her boyfriend’s eyes. She can feel the older man’s cock flexing upright against her lower back. She’s sitting on a seat between his open legs and leaning back against him. He’s casually rubbing her shoulders and arms.
“It’d be different with him, than with just you older guys doin’ it,” Alan goes on, looking to George. “It’d be weird seeing him around after. He’d probably be tryin’ to get it again all the time.”
George chuckles. “Probably. Though who’d blame him?”
“Yeah – unless we let him at home sometimes?” Alan says to Lisa. “Like if he came round sometimes without my brother. I mean – now he’s here and it’s too late to hide any of this from him.”
Lisa gulps. “You mean to let him fuck me so he’ll promise not to tell?”
Alan nods. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Do you mean regularly – if he wanted to?” Lisa smiles through her blush. “I wouldn’t mind that. I’d let him.”
“Well, that’ll certainly keep him quiet,” George suggests. “Much better to keep him close, in my opinion. He was always gonna have a hold over you both after this. Keepin’ him so close as to be inside ya, baby – regularly emptying his young balls in your tight little pussy. That’ll have him focused so as never to ruin it by letting a word slip.”
“Uh huh,” Lisa utters. “He can definitely empty them in my pussy. Everyone can!”
“Yeah? Everyone?” George teases.
“Hmm – well, all you guys can.”
“So, Evan had you unprotected, love? He came inside you?”
Lisa looks to her boyfriend again. “Uh huh.”
“But she’s on the pill,” Alan added. “It’s safe to cum in her.”
“All right, that’s good. That’d be my preference for tonight too, if you both don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind,” Lisa uttered, peering back again. “It was nice to have Evan’s cum inside me before. Or actually it’s still in me now, of course.”
“Yes – certainly. Sperm lives for days inside a woman, love. As long as you keep up with your birth control.” George looks over at Alan again. ”So, you’re okay with me adding my load tonight, son? You want your pretty girlfriend to climb into bed afterwards with her pussy, and all up in her belly, bathed in our semen?”
“Yeah – I want her to,” Alan croaks.
“Mmm.” Lisa squirms back against the older man’s erection. “I can’t wait. I want it now,” she whimpers, feeling behind her back for it. “This feels so huge,” she says, and she shifts forward and turns to look at it. She squeezes it. It’s so thick she can barely enclose it. It’s about average length, the head a huge, blood engorged dome.
“Ooh – such soft little hands, love. That feels good.”
“Does it? D’ya like that?” Lisa strokes slowly and thumbs the head. There’s a drop of pre-cum filling the broad eyelet. She looks back across at Alan, biting her grin. He’s watching her stroke the older man. “Can I just suck it a little bit?” she asks George. “Is it okay to do that here?”
“Yes, love, you go right ahead.”
Lisa smiles across at Alan again. “Should I?”
He nods. “Okay.”
“D’ya wanna film me doin’ it?”
“Yeah. Wait.” Alan says and hurriedly gets the camera out.
“Is this okay?” Lisa checks with George.
“It’s fine, love. I’d like a copy of the video, though.”
“Uh huh. Of course.”
George strokes Lisa’s hair. “And I wanna cum in your mouth, okay? It’s been a coupla weeks since I last stroked off, so this first load will be huge. It will be sexy to watch you swallow it.”
“Oh okay. I’ll try to take it all.” Lisa looks at the camera while lowering to kiss the head of the cock in her hand. She presses her lips to it then licks the dribble of pre-cum. She closes her eyes and takes the spongy dome into her mouth.
“Ooh yeah, love – that’s nice.”
“Hmm.” Lisa sucks on the head of the older man’s cock while stroking the thick shaft. The thing is flexing and hardening noticeably. There are heavy veins roping it that she’s squeezing with her fingers.
“Yeah, just like that, love. This ain’t gonna take long.”
Lisa peers up at George while just holding the head of his cock in her mouth and continuing to stroke his shaft. She rolls her eyes to the camera and her boyfriend watches intently. She lifts her head and catches a breath, still stroking her fingers over the wet dome. George is beginning to thrust through her hand. He’s gripping the seat beneath him.
“Do you like the taste of cum, love? Do you usually swallow?”
“I don’t usually, but I’m gonna from now on.”
George grins up at Alan. “Sounds like you’re gonna be getting lucky, eh?”
“Yeah. It’s hot when they swallow.”
“Ooh yeah. Just keep stroking like that, love… building nicely now.”
“It’s so thick in my hand. It’s amazing,” Lisa says.
“I actually prefer a hand job than to be fully sucked off. I mean just like this – to be brought along with a soft little hand, then to finish in your mouth. The stimulation is so intense the way you’re stroking. And to feel the warmth of your mouth when cumming, that’s an incredible combination.”
Lisa blushes up from looking at the cock she’s working. “Tell me when?”
“Yeah – nearly there, love. Just take it in your mouth again, get him wet.”
Lisa closes her eyes and sucks the broad head in. George grabs her hair and pulls her down, thrusting a little deeper, holding her there and probing the back of her mouth.
“Ooh – that’s it, love. So close,” George groans.
He releases Lisa’s head and she lifts to catch her breath again. His cock is coated in her saliva and she resumes stroking more firmly. He has his hand on the back of her neck but isn’t forcing her forward. He’s thrusting through her hand on the down stroke, his cock fully engorged.
“Okay, on the verge now, tiny bit more like that,” George tells her. “Ready for a nice big drink, love? My balls are full. Gonna be a mouthful, mmm.”
“Uh huh. I’ll try to swallow it all,” Lisa utters.
“Aah good girl, hold the base, put the head in your mouth. Hold still and let me blow.”
Lisa obeys. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes the swollen head of the older man’s cock in. She holds the base of the shaft. It takes a few seconds until she feels the shaft throb, the thick veins pulsing as powerful jets of semen gush up into her mouth.
“Ooh yeah – there it is,” George groans, holding Lisa’s head in place quite firmly now, grabbing her by the hair again.
Lisa gulps – a thick wad of semen sliding down her throat. The strong taste of it fills her senses. There’s still another huge pool of the gooey fluid in her mouth. She opens her eyes and peers up at the faces watching her and the camera still filming. She can feel her eyes watering.
George strokes her temple with a thumb. He’s grinning down at her. “That good, love? Did ya like that?”
Lisa gulps again. Squeezing her eyes shut as she swallows the pool of cum. She removes the cock from her mouth and swallows once more, trying not to grimace at the powerful taste.
“Yes – good girl. Drink it all down,” George says.
“There was so much of it.” Lisa gulps again at the saltiness. “That was really a lot,” she tells her boyfriend.
“You did good, love,” the older man offers, just stroking Lisa’s hair now.
She blushes up at him. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I certainly did. I really needed that as a matter of fact. We can only do so much for ourselves, and it takes the soft touch of a female to fill and completely empty our balls. The volume in that was huge, what a fantastic release to get off like that.”
“Hmm.” Lisa swallows again at the strong after-taste. “It felt like more than there usually is. You seemed to keep spurting for ages.”
“Exactly, love. It’s as if those first few spurts pulse from deep down in the base.” George is holding his cock upright and showing Lisa his balls. “You made them so full and heavy. That’s a lot of fluid and feels amazing when it’s being sucked out.” The older man strokes Lisa’s face. “You have such a pretty mouth. Doesn’t she, son?”
Alan nods, transfixed. “Yeah.” …….

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Daughter gives in to the Local Boys…

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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…..

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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…………..?”

From the Amazon eBook ‘Girlfriend Wants a Freelove Weekend’

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