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Natalie clutches her step-brother’s arm and grinds herself down onto his fingers. Her belly clenches, an orgasm obviously thumping through her. She pushes his hand away and closes her legs. “That’s enough now.”
She gets up, leaving her little brother with a cushion pressed in place again. She looks from there to her husband. “What if I sit on Micky’s lap for a minute, what do you think?”
Brian blushes. “Do you mean…?”
Natalie nods. “Just quickly?”
Micky peers from Natalie to Brian, gulping hard. “What do you mean?”
Natalie kneels on the lounge and reaches for Brian over the backrest. She takes his hand and pulls him close. “It wouldn’t be fair not to, don’t you think?”
“Not to what?” Micky asks, his face red.
Brian huffs a breath. “I don’t know, I s’pose.”
“Just to let him finish,” Natalie says softly to her husband. She peers at her brother. “Do you want to finish, Micky?”
“Finish? Do you mean?”
“Yeah, just quickly, if I sit on your lap. Would you like to be inside me, to finish in me?”
Micky’s face reddens further. “Um. Hell yeah, I wanna. What a question!”
Natalie looks to her husband again. “It would be purely physical, Brian. Just to let him experience finishing inside a woman. He’s obviously hard, and I’m really wet. It seems just natural for me to submit and let him, as a female.”

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

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Natalie has some food shopping to do before dinner and ends up doing a huge restock. Her young step-brother sees her at the supermarket loading up the car. She offers him a ride home if he helps her lug the groceries up the stairs to the apartment. “Do you have time, Micky, honestly?” He had seemed in a hurry.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I just have to get something for Dad at the hardware. Can ya wait five minutes?”
“Sure! Go on, then.”
They are soon parked at the door of Natalie’s apartment building. She takes one load of bags up and Micky takes three to get everything upstairs. Micky parks the car in the garage and brings back the keys.
“Are you sure you don’t mind waiting for Brian? I can run you home now.”
“Na, that’s fine. I got Dad’s thing before the shop shut, so there’s no rush now.”
“Ah okay. Do you want a glass of Coke?”
“Yes, please.”
Natalie pours them both a drink. Micky sits at her breakfast counter chatting with her while she unpacks her groceries.
“You again!” Brian jokes, scuffing Micky’s hair as he passes and drops his briefcase on the floor.
“He helped me with the shopping. I bought heaps of stuff,” Natalie says, meeting her husband’s kiss. “Do you wanna stay for dinner, Micky?”
He shrugs. “Sure. What are we having?”
Natalie cooks up a quick bolognaise, which they eat with a bottle of red. They laugh and joke throughout the meal. Brian takes a call from work at the breakfast counter phone, and Natalie washes the dishes.
Her brother approaches behind her and touches her ribs. She clamps her arms down and blushes. He worms his fingers under her arms and clutches again. “Micky!” she scolds, catching Brian’s glance. Micky reaches down and clutches above her knee. She wriggles and blushes deeper as she looks more directly at her husband.
Brian hangs up the phone and remains sitting across the counter on a stool.
Natalie questions him with her look. Micky tickles her ribs again. “Um. Micky,” she whispers, squirming with her arms pressed tight. She looks to her husband again, and he just looks back at her without saying anything. “Uhh…hh, Micky! What are you doing? That tickles,” Natalie cries.
She takes hold of his wrists, holding onto them while he clutches her ribs again, probing with his fingers and making her giggle and squirm. “Okay, okay.” She peers back at him, relaxing her arms and letting him hold her belly.
“What did work want?” she asks Brian, reaching up her back and unfastening her bra clasp as she speaks. She has on a lace trim tank top and bra, and cut-off jean shorts. With her bra loosened, her breasts fall freely, jiggling with every movement.
Brian watches as she folds her tank top up to expose her belly. “My new boss was just lettin’ me know he’ll be away, just some work instructions.”
Micky clutches Natalie’s sides, digging his fingers in and making her squirm and smile back up at him. “Hey, you, I already gave in!” she scolds, and she takes one of his hands and guides it beneath the front of her top. He feels under her bra and squeezes her tit. She parts her lips as he kisses her over her shoulder, immediately inserting his tongue into her mouth. She opens, and he pushes it in deep while groping her and pinching a nipple. His other hand is still upon her belly. She undoes her shorts, lowering the zipper. She breaks off the kiss and squirms back against him, holding her husband’s gaze as her brother worms his fingers under the waistband of her panties and feels down through her little bush to her opening.
Natalie smiles. “I think I’m about to be taken again, Brian.”

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Natalie clutches her step-brother’s arm and grinds herself down onto his fingers. Her belly clenches, an orgasm obviously thumping through her. She pushes his hand away and closes her legs. “That’s enough now.”
She gets up, leaving her little brother with a cushion pressed in place again. She looks from there to her husband. “What if I sit on Micky’s lap for a minute, what do you think?”
Brian blushes. “Do you mean…?”
Natalie nods. “Just quickly?”
Micky peers from Natalie to Brian, gulping hard. “What do you mean?”
Natalie kneels on the lounge and reaches for Brian over the backrest. She takes his hand and pulls him close. “It wouldn’t be fair not to, don’t you think?”
“Not to what?” Micky asks, his face red.
Brian huffs a breath. “I don’t know, I s’pose.”
“Just to let him finish,” Natalie says softly to her husband. She peers at her brother. “Do you want to finish, Micky?”
“Finish? Do you mean?”
“Yeah, just quickly, if I sit on your lap. Would you like to be inside me, to finish in me?”
Micky’s face reddens further. “Um. Hell yeah, I wanna. What a question!”
Natalie looks to her husband again. “It would be purely physical, Brian. Just to let him experience finishing inside a woman. He’s obviously hard, and I’m really wet. It seems just natural for me to submit and let him, as a female.”

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A sweet young wife on her knees servicing two older men….

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Annabelle senses a presence and rolls her eyes aside to see Michael watching from through the open door and down the few stairs. He’s examining her crotch again. He climbs the steps and closes the door behind him, the narrow corridor thrown into semi-darkness.
“Hey, man,” Paul says to him.
“Hey,” Michael echoes and moves close beside Annabelle, looking down at her face. He places a hand upon her belly and strokes her hair from her neck with his other hand. Paul kisses Annabelle’s ear and whispers, “Is this alright?”
Annabelle gulps and sucks in a nervous breath. “Um…. I um….” The older man lifts her chin and presses his lips to hers. She’s stunned but responds a little. Paul feels a breast. She gulps again and lifts her head away from Michael. “But just like we talked about,” she says to Paul. “Not um….”
“I know…. Just oral,” he breathes into her neck and sucks on her tender skin there – his big hand kneading her breast more firmly now.
Michael touches her chin, turning her to face him, and he covers her mouth with his more insistently. Paul kisses her shoulder and slips her cardigan from her arms, trailing kisses down her back and side as he kneels and lifts her skirt to suck hard on her upper groin. The older man kisses beneath her chin and sucks on her neck. He’s undoing her blouse. He opens it and gropes her breasts while returning his kisses to her neck. Paul lifts one of her legs and shoulders beneath it. Annabelle grabs his head as she rocks back against a wall. Michael pulls up her bra and covers a tit with his mouth. Paul nuzzles her pussy through her panties, pressing with his nose and sniffing deeply to draw the scent she can smell herself right then. He bares his teeth and nips her. Her lower body convulses and she lets out a little squeal. Michael lifts and covers her mouth with his again and Paul stretches aside the crotch of her panties and breathes on her exposed pussy.
Annabelle’s eyes are wide in the near dark but they roll back in her head. She can’t quite identify all the sensations. Her right nipple is being firmly tweaked. There’s the tongue of a man old enough to be her father swirling around hers inside her mouth. She thinks there’s a finger pressing around her clit, parting her folds to isolate it – or it could be the tip of Paul’s nose doing that. It feels like his breath is the thing cooling her down there. The chill is of wetness and air movement and it’s dripping from her pussy down her leg. She can distinctly feel the trail of that dribble now but suddenly it is being licked – the warmth and coarseness of a tongue traveling up her inner thigh, and she shudders a breath into the older man’s mouth as the tongue slices directly through the centre of her opening.
“Aw fuck that’s wet,” Paul groans into her down there, and Annabelle’s belly immediately clenches in mild orgasm. The sudden little climax grips and thumps through her, seemingly urging Paul on, as he parts her folds with a thumb and forefinger then gets in under her to cover her pussy with his mouth and tongue her deep.
“Uhh…hhh….” Annabelle moans and clings to two handfuls of his hair while mashing her gash against his whiskery face. Her peak has passed now though. The tongue inside of her has pushed it deeper into her belly where it’s building with more substance as the two men continue to eat her against a wall.
Annabelle is pleased that the older man has stopped kissing her mouth and is now focused on her breasts. She needs the clear head space to concentrate on what’s happening inside her pussy – a long thick finger has been inserted and is moving in and out. The mouth of the man down there is pressed over her clit and the sensations centred there are a combination of sucking and lashing with a broad or pointed tongue.
The older man’s hand travels down the back of her panties and his bony fingertips probe past her anus and into the base of her vagina. This seems to release a flood of her juices because she suddenly feels a trickle run down past her knee. Those fingertips only ply and tease her open though, while the other finger spearing in and out of her has curled back to massage her G-spot.
The two men work Annabelle relentlessly until her entire body is a mass of nerve endings that explode and have her convulsing and crushing the head in her hands against her pussy. “Uhh…uhh…uhh…” she pants with each contraction deep in her belly and extending the length of her vagina to throb against the fingers now holding firm inside of it.

She extracts the huge penis from her mouth and kisses her way down to the man’s balls. They’re heavy in her hand. She lifts them gently and moans as she sucks on the left one.
Paul smooths her hair from her face and tilts his head to watch her. “You like them?”
“Yes,” Annabelle tells him. “I love them – they’re so huge.” She peers from one man to the other, their features just distinguishable in the dimness of the corridor. She moves from Paul’s left ball to his right one. It’s sweaty with his musk and a bit too hairy, but she hums softly as she takes the full side of it into her mouth and sucks and massages with her tongue. She then nuzzles them both, allowing them to rest upon her face and over her nose and eyes. “Mmm – I just love the feel of them,” she utters and resumes kissing and licking them. The scent of him is strong underneath at the base of his sac. She nuzzles between his bulging thighs and licks more of his ball sweat, sucking the loose skin then licking her way up the side of his shaft. She lowers it and squeezes, milking a dribble of semen then sucking the head into her mouth. She peers up at the two men again and bobs her head. The older man is stroking his cock. She rolls her eyes to it then peers up at him again.
“Are you ready for another load?” he asks her.
Annabelle releases Paul’s cock and turns to face Michael with her mouth open and her tongue extended in readiness. He snarls and grits his teeth, his hand vibrating on the end of his dick. He shifts forward and positions the head then pushes it down against Annabelle’s tongue and snarls again as his semen spurts in heavy ropes into her mouth.
Annabelle swallows the pool of stringy goo and takes the narrow head of the man’s cock into her mouth and holds it there. She cups his balls. They’re quite small compared to Paul’s. They’re completely hairless though, and smooth and loose in their sac. Michael holds her hair aside as she gets in under him and gathers one of his nuts with her tongue, softly sucking the whole thing into her mouth and crushing her hand between her thighs as the powerful scent of him washes through her.
“That’s it – the other one too,” he encourages her. “Ooh yeah – suck on it,” he snarls. “You fucking love that, don’t you?”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle utters as she lets that ball pop from her mouth. “I love what you men make inside these…. I wish I could have it all in my belly instead of having to swallow it.”
“And we want to pump it into your belly too – don’t worry about that,” Michael says, including Paul with a chuckle.
“Yes – but you can’t…. I’m not allowed and it wouldn’t be safe for me anyway.” Annabelle licks the older man’s balls and kisses them, peering up at him watching. “Plus I didn’t know I was going to have to swallow yours as well…. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to my husband.”
Michael shrugs. “Serves the guy right if he doesn’t satisfy you himself.”
“Don’t say that,” Annabelle protests but has to squeeze her hand between her thighs again as the man’s words flutter in her belly. She kisses her way back up the underside of his cock. She takes the head into her mouth while gazing up at him.
He touches the back of her head and holds her while slowly rocking forward. He does his snarling grin. “Yeah, the husband’s obviously not enough man for her eh, Paul?”
Annabelle’s blush rises and she clamps her thighs tighter while her fingertips slip inside. She bobs back and forth, sucking the resurgent cock in her mouth.
“I say he’s a good guy though – letting us play with his wife,” Paul tells his friend. “Maybe not quite man enough but…. Lucky us!”
Michael chuckles, the hand on the back of Annabelle’s head relaxing and he strokes her hair. “I need an hour to build up again, okay?”
Annabelle takes his fully erect cock from her mouth and squeezes against the flex of the shaft. She swallows and takes a breath. “Okay, but don’t make fun of my husband,” she utters and tilts beneath to kiss his balls again. She licks between and all around them, letting them roll over her nose and face while drawing the heady scent of such a mature man into her senses.
Michael continues stroking her hair while she nuzzles and smooches. “Alright, no more making fun of your hubby, but only if you promise not to cross your legs at this bar we’re going to for lunch.”
Annabelle glares up, stopping what she’s doing. “What bar…………….?”

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The Landlord’s Son

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

*

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

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Catherine filled her mother’s shopping list and lugged two big grocery bags back over the hill thinking she should have brought her dad’s car that was sitting there doing nothing. It was already after ten, but she figured the guys could wait for her. She did her nails and fixed her makeup, then she considered which bikini to take in case they went swimming. She chose a white one because she felt like wearing white today. Then she slipped off her bra and checked her boobs in the mirror with the tank top. She tossed it and picked a white one of those too. Her nipples were almost visible through that, and she considered wearing it next time she went for a walk on the pier with all the old fishermen.

She waited until her dad was busy and snuck out so he didn’t see her top, turning left up the road in the direction the guys had told her. They appeared from nowhere as soon as she was out of sight of the house.

“Hi.” Tod greeted her with a grin while Paulo just smiled at her.

“Hello,” Catherine said sweetly. “Sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay,” they both said, still smiling. “We’ve been cleaning the house,” Paulo added. “It was pretty clean already, though.”

“Are you sure it’s all right for us to go there?” Catherine asked. “Won’t we be trespassing?”

“I guess, but no one cares round here,” Tod informed. “Sergeant Pratt doesn’t even care when there’s parties, and we’re going to be quiet and not make a mess or anything.”

It was only a short walk until they reached a clearing in the forest. “There it is,” Tod said, presenting a small timber cottage nestled at the base of a rocky ledge. “The swimming hole’s up there,” he added. “I checked it out, and it’s full and not too cold.”

Catherine was ushered into the house and shown an empty kitchen, laundry and living room. “The mattress is in here,” Tod said, and he took her hand and led her along a hallway to the first door, which was to a small bedroom. “We thought it would be better in here so we can have turns bringing you in one at a time.”

“Oh.” Catherine uttered through her blush.

“Is that okay?” Tod went on. “Did you like it yesterday when we all had you, or is it better like this?”

“No, one at a time sounds nice,” Catherine replied softly.

“Okay, so I’m going first,” Tod said to Paulo, and he saw him out of the room and closed the door.

*

It was happening faster than Catherine had imagined. She stood wringing her hands while Tod took off his shirt. She didn’t know whether to undress herself or let him do it.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning.” He stepped close and kissed her. “Your tits look good in this,” he added, looking down at her top. He felt her, squeezing both breasts then lifting her top up over them before feeling them bare. He kissed her again while groping up under the front of her skirt and rubbing her pussy. Then he reached his other hand under there as well and he pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and out of her sandals too. Then Tod turned her around to face the mattress. “Just kneel on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind again.”

Catherine did as she was told. She knelt on the mattress and leaned over onto her hands. Tod got on his knees behind her with his pants down and his penis standing directly upright. He took a bottle of baby oil from a bag there against the wall and poured some into his hand. “I brought this to make it easier.” He applied it to his penis, lathering it all over. Then he lifted Catherine’s skirt up over her hips and edged in closer behind her.

“Just gently at first,” she said to him. “Just put it in slowly, okay?”

“Okay.” He levered his cock down and pressed the head against her pussy lips. It slipped in. “It goes in easy with the oil,” he said.

“Ah huh,” Catherine uttered, and she rested back against him as he slowly inserted all the way. Then he withdrew then sunk his cock in again, pressing firmly up behind and grinding against her. “It’s okay now,” she said back over her shoulder. “You can do it harder.”

He lay over her back, resting on his hands and knees like she was. His knees were between hers, and she lowered to her elbows so he would have a better angle to penetrate her. He started rolling his hips and humping her, his cock just spearing a few inches in and out and his balls rubbing against her clit. “Yeah, that feels good,” he groaned, with his body slapping against her bottom and jolting her now. “Ooh yeah, baby, you ready for a load?” he gasped into the back of her neck, raising goose bumps all over her skin. “You ready for my cum?” he teased her.

“I’m ready for it,” Catherine uttered, feeling her blush heat and intensify. “Cum in me,” she said to the guy, gathering herself a little and looking back at his face. “I want it all in me today.”

Tod bucked and jammed himself in deep. “Aaw fuck,” he cried, and a thick burst of semen shot into her, followed by another and another, and then the thinner fluid continued gushing from his balls and flooding her. “Yeah that’s a big fucking load,” he groaned, lifting from her holding her hips, with his cock still inside of her. He smiled. “Did you feel how big it was?”

“Ah huh. It felt like a lot,” Catherine answered shyly.

“Hmm, really creamed ya.” Tod chuckled, looking down at where he was playing in her. “Sure beats using a rubber.”

He pulled out and got up. Catherine rested on her side, tugging down her top and smoothing her skirt into place. He opened the door and called to his friend. “You’re up, Donkey Dick!”

Paulo appeared in the doorway, and Catherine met his eyes. “Do you want to rest for a while between?” he asked kindly.

She nodded, and she found her panties and pulled them on while both of the boys stood watching her. There was a dribble of cum running down her leg, so she got a tissue from her bag and wiped it, with them still watching and grinning like idiots.

Tod chuckled. “Creamed her good!”

Catherine shook her head, blushing. “Yes, you did!” she said defiantly. She could feel her pussy lips were slimy as she moved.

“Should try and keep her creamed up all day,” Tod suggested to his buddy.

“Sounds like fun,” Paulo agreed, and Catherine looked up at them both still standing there grinning.

“Fun for who?” she asked, pouting. “It’s fine for you guys. I’m the one who has to walk around all day with your goo inside me down there.”

She had approached where they were standing in the doorway. Paulo had a feel of her nipple. Then he pinched and twisted it, and she squirmed, hunching her shoulders a little, but he grabbed the other one and did the same. When he released them they were bullets poking distinctly at her top.

He chuckled. “Should keep them pointy today too.”

“Yeah, keep her pussy creamed and her tits pointy!” Tod joined in, laughing.

Paulo pinched and twisted Catherine’s nipples again.

“Oww – not too hard. I like it but not too hard,” she said, giggling a little as a warm rush of goose bumps covered her skin.

“Do you like that?” Paulo asked softly.

Catherine glanced up at him and at Tod as well. “Ah huh. It feels nice.”

“Are you gonna go topless for us today?” Tod asked.

“Not in the sun. I don’t want to get a tan like that.”

“Do you play cards?” Paulo asked her. “We brought some, or we could go swimming.”

“What if we go and have a look at the swimming hole and then come back and play cards?” Catherine suggested. “I’d like to see it.”

*

The two guys took Catherine out the back and up a steep rocky trail. Paulo was leading the way and Tod was right behind, teasing her. “You still nice and creamy?” He chuckled, flicking her skirt up.

Catherine ignored him, but he grabbed her and felt her breasts.

“Fuck, I’m ready to go again,” he said. “Give ya another load of cream!”

“But it’s not your turn,” Catherine teased back. “It’s Paulo’s turn to cream me.”

Tod felt up under her top, squeezing her breasts, and grabbed her between the legs with his other hand. Catherine relaxed back against him while he rubbed the front of her panties. Then he slipped his hand down them and felt her pussy. He probed into her. “Yeah, still nice and gooey,” he whispered into her ear. Then he forced her forward against a rock and tore at his shorts, and fed his cock in through the side of her panties and up inside of her.

Catherine held onto the rock while she was being fucked again. The guy pumped her hard and fast, ramming into her over and over, then he jammed his dick up her and blew his load.

“Aw fuck yeah!” he cried.

“I can feel that again,” Catherine uttered, peering back at him. She could feel him throbbing, his semen squirting just inside her pussy lips. He was that short in length and she was at an awkward angle for him. She reached beneath and felt the head of his cock still inside of her, but it slipped out, and warm cum flooded out with it and gushed down her leg.

Tod was grinning, and Catherine smiled back at him as she smoothed the crotch of her panties into place. “I’m definitely all gooey again now!” His cum was running down to her knee. She looked down at it, holding her skirt up a bit.

He chuckled. “Wipe it with your dress. You made me do it, so you have to clean it up too.”

Catherine dabbed at the trickle with her skirt. “I made you do it? You virtually raped me that time!”

“Who raped you?” Paulo asked as he jumped down from above.

“He did!” Catherine accused, giggling.

“Yeah, creamed her again, man. When are you gonna fuck her?”

“When we get back to the house. Do you still wannna have a look at the swimming hole first? It’s just up there,” Paulo asked Catherine.

“Okay,” Catherine said, blushing at the offhand way he had declared he was going to have sex with her too. It seemed she was going to be serviced whenever they felt like it, or possibly even raped if she protested. Although she had decided upon walking out her door that morning that she was going to let them have her whenever they wanted. She only hoped there wasn’t going to be any others, that they weren’t planning to invite a bunch of other island boys to have sex with her as well. Though she had actually dreamed of being passed around a bar room full of drunken old fishermen last night and awoke from a wet dream.

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