X-Rated Wife Sharing

In Season

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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Wife goes naked at the lake…

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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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Chapter 6

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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Chapter 10

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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Girlfriend Agrees to go Topless…

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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.

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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.

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“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…………..?”

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Taken in front of her husband…

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

*

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

*

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

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