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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Creamed her good

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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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Annabelle comes from the bedroom wringing her hands in front. Luke’s heart thumps at sight of his wife. The little grey skirt she’s wearing looks even shorter than the first time he saw it. It reveals her full thigh gap. She sits up on her stool and Luke doesn’t even need to tilt his head to see her crotch. Her panties are white satin with a pretty lace trim around the edges – the lace extending above the tiny patch of satin and her pink skin visible through it – the top of her slit visible as a slightly darkened indentation. All of this is clearly on display with the tiny skirt stretched taut across her slender thighs and not even covering her bottom, as is apparent in how high the garment has ridden up at the sides.
Luke’s cock has firmed. “What about when you cross your legs – do your panties still show?”
Annabelle nods and crosses her legs to demonstrate. The view is then limited to a small triangle of lace with the indentation of her slit still clearly visible. She uncrosses her legs and rubs down to her knees. “Is this okay?”
Luke swallows hard and nods. He then leans forward and has a look down the front of Annabelle’s blouse. The matching white satin and lace bra is less revealing than the one she modelled the other day. It’s very pretty though, and offers a view of nipple through the lace – the blouse gaping quite a lot with just the one button undone.
“He’s gonna go nuts for you, baby. I mean, I know he will have his hands all over you at some point. I’m expecting that much.”
“Uh huh – me too,” Annabelle utters. “I can’t wait for him to get here now but I’m also too nervous.” She looks around. “I’ve still got two hours to wait. I think I might get changed and go for a jog.”
“Oh okay. Good idea. I’m just gonna get dressed and take off. I’m not going to work today though, so I’ll just take your car, okay?”
“Oh? You’re not working?”
“No, I’m too nervous too, baby. I’m going for a drive down the coast – just get out on the highway and try to chill.”

***

Annabelle is standing on her front porch when Paul Jamison pulls up in her driveway. She has her trusty favourite cardigan in her hand, strategically covering her bare upper thighs, and she keeps it in place as she hurries to the passenger side of the car. She is there waiting before Paul has had time to get out and open her door. He leans across and does so, beaming a smile as she slips into the soft leather seat – bare against her panty-covered bottom – her cardigan still strategically in place.
“Hi,” she sings cheerily while fastening her seatbelt. “Can we get going, please?”
Paul peers at the house, seemingly looking for her husband’s face in one of the windows, and backs out to zoom off up the street.
Annabelle’s plan is to break the expectation she had given the guy with her texting and the phone call. She needs to backtrack in order to meet the new limitations she has agreed to with her husband. She’s actually quite pleased to do so, feeling as though she had indeed gone too far too fast with this man she hardly knows.
He seems to have picked up on things quickly. After a question or two about why they had to leave so hurriedly he has settled into discussion about the lecture, seeming really quite nervous about it.
Annabelle had brushed his questions about their quick getaway. “Actually, you were right – I was worried about my husband seeing us, but he wasn’t there. I just wanted to be gone before he got back from down the street.”
“Oh, I see. Didn’t wanna be caught in that hot little skirt, huh? It looks every bit as short as you said it would be.”
“Oh this?” Annabelle concedes, blushing, and she folds her cardigan and puts it on the back seat. She has turned to do that and Paul is looking at her crotch.
“Yeah, now that’s much better,” he says. “Ooh that’s nice, Annabelle. That’s sexy.”
“Hmm – I’m glad you think so,” Annabelle utters, plucking a little at her hem but not pulling it down at all. She has her knees together but the seat is deep and they’re slightly raised. She can feel the full depth of her crotch exposed and she can also feel how wet she is. She’s been dripping all morning in anticipation of the man seated beside her. “I like your shirt,” she tells him. It’s a plain green polo shirt contoured to the muscle in his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves are stretched tight around huge biceps.
He gives her a smile then tilts to look at her crotch again. “Those are pretty too. Did you choose them especially for me?”
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters, her blush rising a little more. She lets the warm tingly feeling wash over her. “I was thinking of you when I bought this skirt and these panties, Paul. I hoped you would like them.”
“Oh, I do,” Paul goes on and tilts for another look. “Fuck yeah.” he groans. “Every guy in the company wants a look up your skirt, Annabelle. You’ve got great legs – fantastic thighs that you never show.” He grins up to meet her eyes. “You’re already wet too.” He tilts for another look. “Can see the shape of your slit – all the way down. Fucking amazing.”
Annabelle takes a breath. “But you’re not allowed to fuck me, okay?”
“No? Sure looks like you want me to.”
“I did but I’ve changed my mind.”
The guy chuckles. “I’ve heard of women doing that.”
“Well, now you’re experiencing it,” Annabelle tosses back. “I brought slacks in case you can’t handle it.” She fishes in her shoulder bag and extracts a pair of black pants. “Would you advise me to put them on?” she asks her smiling driver.
“Might not be a bad idea with Michael around. I think I can handle this lovely view though.” He has another deliberate look at Annabelle’s panties. “So – look but don’t touch, huh?”
Annabelle thinks carefully about how to respond to that. She meets the man’s eyes. “Can I just be open with you, Paul?”
Paul nods. “Of course. Open would be good since I don’t really get what’s happening here. With you being a married woman obviously.” He looks at Annabelle’s left hand and wedding rings, shrugging the question.
“My husband and I are playing a sexy game with each other. I’ve been dressing up a bit and he’s been letting other men see me and enjoy me a little bit.”
“Enjoy you?” Paul questions immediately.
“Yes,” Annabelle answers simply.
“Enjoy you in what way exactly?”
“Um. I don’t really want to give details. Just to a certain level and no more.” Annabelle edges around to be facing Paul. His eyes lower to her crotch again – her knees having parted slightly. “It’s not just teasing with you other men though. My husband’s been letting me go as far as oral sex so far. We’ve just discussed what’s happening and decided to not go any further than that at the moment.”
Paul’s large hand closes over Annabelle’s lower thigh. He glances from the highway. She has closed her eyes and taken a breath, but she opens to find him looking at her face. “I like the idea of oral,” he says. “That’s a fair enough limit.”
Annabelle smiles through her blush and tries not to arch upward too obviously as Paul squeezes a little higher up her thigh. “Although I think it should be something for later – not until after work,” she tells him.
The concentration in his expression relaxes and he smiles again. “So – look but don’t touch until after work, huh? Sounds fair enough too.”
Annabelle places her hand upon his, holding it still while she leans forward and taps on the radio, scanning for a good travel music channel. She finds one and rests back in the soft leather seat, still with her hand upon Paul’s. They have stopped in a line of traffic waiting at road works. He holds her eyes and reaches for her, stroking her face and cupping the back of her head. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he pulls her close. His lips touch hers softly at first. She opens for him and he breathes into her, pressing more firmly and tilting as he deepens the kiss.
Annabelle relaxes into this new man – into the scent and powerful essence of him. She opens wide and caresses his tongue in her mouth. She has a hand clutched to her chest and she slips a button through its hole. She’s now holding his wrist with her other hand. His fingers are spread and pressing close to her crotch. She relaxes her hold and one of them strokes through her slit. He probes deeper with his tongue at the same time. She melts completely into him, allowing him to tilt her head back and move over her. He just softly strokes her pussy and continues taking her mouth. She releases his wrist and clutches his shirt, feeling the ripped definition of his pecs and digging her nails in a bit.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since the day you started at work, Annabelle.” He has relented and lifted to nuzzle her face and look into her eyes.
“Have you really?” she asks, taking a couple of breaths while she can. “I didn’t think you knew I existed,” she goes on with a giggle into his next soft kiss.
“I know. I’ve gotten into too much trouble in the past misbehaving at work. I’m good at feigning disinterest and professionalism now.” Cars are pulling out and driving around them. Paul’s eyes roll to check out what’s happening up ahead. There’s a green light in the distance. He takes Annabelle’s mouth once more – his kiss still soft but deepening as well. Annabelle can’t help melting into it but squeezes her thighs together as he gropes more firmly between them.
Paul suddenly lifts from her and refastens his seatbelt. He pulls into the passing line of traffic. Annabelle can feel the fabric of her panties creased into her pussy and she discretely fixes them while he isn’t looking. She checks her hair in the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, moving her legs around straight and tugging her skirt down a little as she settles.
Paul has a look at her breasts through her open blouse. He boldly reaches across and slips a hand in through the gaping neckline, covering one breast and squeezing it. She claims his wrist again but doesn’t push him away. “It’s supposed to be no touching,” she says with a mock glare.
He thumbs her erect little nipple before extracting his hand. “It’s amazing your husband’s okay with this.”
“He’s an amazing guy,” Annabelle states frankly.
Paul chuckles. “He’s a fucking lucky guy.”
“You usually make your own luck,” Annabelle tosses back with a glance. “You seem pretty lucky too. Bethany is beautiful and she’s really great to work for when she’s around.”
Paul nods. “Plus she’s cool with us both having our fun.”
“Oh? An arrangement?” Annabelle asks with interest. “An open marriage?”
Paul nods some more. “Beth has a couple of steady boyfriends overseas. We don’t hide anything and don’t sleep around too widely. I’ll have to tell her about you, but I could withhold your actual name if you’d prefer?”
“Oh wow. Um – I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t mind her knowing about me if it’s all above board. Maybe best not to let it get around work otherwise though.”
“Definitely!” Paul agrees. “I’ve not actually slept with anyone else from work either, by the way. Well, not with any other current employee of the company.”
Annabelle smiles. “Well, I’m flattered then.”
Paul glances from the road a few times. “Me too.” He grins. “Can I ask one thing about ‘oral only’?”
“Um. I don’t know. What?”
He glances to check the road then looks back at Annabelle. “Do you swallow?”
Annabelle’s blush rises again and she does a little nod. “Yes I swallow,” she answers softly.
“Good. This will be fun,” Paul says, winking and looking back to the road.
Annabelle turns to watch out her window for a while. She has noticed the size of the package in Paul’s shorts though, and can’t help checking on it from time to time as they chat. It’s not as if he’s obviously erect at all – more so the whole crotch area between his powerful looking thighs is full, making Annabelle imagine both his penis and balls to be quite large. She hopes his balls are of the oversized variety as she glances again while remembering the glory hole from the previous night.

*

It takes less than an hour on the expressway to reach their destination. The college is right there at the exit. Paul knows his way around and drives right to the door of the admin building that houses his friend’s office.
Annabelle unbuckles and grabs her cardigan from the back seat. Paul checks around. The parking area is quiet. He pulls Annabelle to him and she tilts her head beneath as he presses to her lips. His kiss begins softly. Annabelle relaxes into the guy. She breathes and moans into his mouth as the sensuality of his kiss deepens and his tongue enters her. He’s holding her tight and sits back in his seat, drawing her across and onto his lap. He has her cradled with her face upturned. He strokes her hair and delves into her eyes. Annabelle lifts her chin and opens her mouth as he lowers close again. He only teases her lips though. She opens her eyes again and he’s still staring. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells her.
Annabelle draws a ragged breath and holds it as he takes her mouth again. She’s touching his chest. Her legs are scissored together on the other seat, the gear stick pressing against her groin. She’s lost in the passion and latent power oozing from the man holding her.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the passenger side window. Paul breaks the kiss and looks across with a start, his face quickly relaxing though. “Michael. How are you, man?”
The window lowers. Annabelle buries her head in Paul’s shoulder trying to hide there as the two men chuckle and exchange greetings. “This is Annabelle,” Paul says. “Annabelle – Michael.”
“Hi,” Annabelle squeaks through her full blush. The guy is smiling huge, his eyes all over her. She has her thighs pressed together but her legs are bent up there right in front of him. He gives her a little nod and greets her with wide eyes.
“So, you two are obviously hitting it off,” he comments.
Paul lifts Annabelle’s chin and presses his lips to hers softly. She holds his eyes – the teasing question in them. She frowns a little, unsure about this. He kisses her again but doesn’t try to force the situation, and he opens the door and slips from beneath her, leaving her sitting in the driver’s seat and fixing her clothing and hair.
Annabelle doesn’t know when she’ll get a chance to come back to the car so she takes her shoulder bag with her slacks in it, choosing to carry her cardigan and keep it covering the front of her bare thighs. She’s intensely aware of the amount of leg she’s showing. The skirt she has on is shorter than anything she’s ever worn outdoors before – shorter than anything she’s even worn around her house. She’s being included in chat and being ushered through doorways and along walkways. It seems the destination is the lecture hall where Michael is going to help out by getting Paul to do some practice on projecting his voice.
When they enter the lecture theatre, Michael asks Annabelle to sit at the back. She’s pleased to be hidden in a row of seats but keeps her cardigan steadfastly in place anyway. Michael’s voice booms and fills the theatre. It takes Paul a while to overcome his nerves and get the hang of it. He then proceeds to present the opening of his talk and Michael helps and instructs him through that – the pair of them finishing up laughing and chatting together while Annabelle relaxes in the cool dark of the big open room.
When the first group of students come in and take seats, Annabelle has to decide whether to stay up the back or join the men. She figures there’s no need for her to do anything in regard to Paul’s presentation. She’s only along for the ride – the thought of which makes her smile to herself and drift back to the kisses she has gotten so far.
The lecture theatre slowly fills. It’s quite cold with the air-conditioning, so Annabelle slips on her cardigan. A young guy two rows down from her immediately shifts sideways in his seat and has a look at her. The guy beside him notices and looks back as well. Annabelle’s heart is fluttering as she sits still with her knees not quite touching and the back of her thighs sticky on the wooden seat.
Paul begins delivering his lecture and seems to quickly overcome any nerves. Michael strolls up the aisle and takes a seat near Annabelle, but he chooses the row beneath her and sits one seat to the side turning to smile back at her. His eyes immediately flash to her legs and he blatantly checks out her crotch.
Annabelle’s blush rises instantly, but the way this man is so friendly and buddy-like with Paul has her feeling at ease with him. She shifts a little in her seat, swaying her legs towards him and allowing her knees to stray the tiniest bit apart. The two young guys are looking again but Annabelle keeps her head up and her gaze upon Paul.
Michael turns and has another look. “You’ve done a good job with this, Annabelle. Saved Paul’s arse.”
Annabelle meets his eyes and smiles. “Thanks. It was fun going through his old cases to find something.”
The older man leans across slightly and has another look. Annabelle rubs down her thighs but doesn’t press her knees together just yet.
“So, how long have you and Paul been seeing one another? He wouldn’t say.”
“Um – we’re not really seeing each other,” Annabelle answers.
“Ah okay – just hooking up then?”
“Hmm – I guess.”
The guy holds her eyes for a moment then his gaze slowly travels down her body. “Those are pretty,” he says, glancing back at her face then down to her panties again.
“Thanks.” Annabelle utters.
“You don’t mind me looking?” he goes on easily.
Annabelle gulps and shakes her head. “Except those young guys there are watching you do it.”
Michael turns and the two guys quickly look ahead at Paul speaking. Michael watches him for a moment too, and Paul gives him a tiny head toss to indicate he wants him to come back and help out. Michael turns back to Annabelle with a smile. “Don’t run off with any of these boys – I’m taking you guys to lunch, okay?”
“Okay,” Annabelle agrees cheerily.
The guy stands but leans right over to speak into her rear. “I know just the place for a skirt like that.”
He strides away and Annabelle crosses her legs away from the young guys still craning their necks to get looks at her. Paul and Michael have the theatre full of students enthralled and entertained for the next hour while Annabelle fails to keep her eyes open. She has dozed on and off and only wakes properly when everyone is filing out of the rows of seats and up the aisles to the exits.
Paul comes for her and claims her hand, keeping it within his own as he leads her to the front of the theatre and up several stairs to a staff exit. Michael is held up with a small gathering of students. Paul takes Annabelle out into a dark corridor and takes her into his arms. “Thanks for that – it was actually pretty easy following your script.”
“I’m glad,” Annabelle says, smiling up at the guy. He’s a full head taller than her.
He lowers to her lips and again his kiss is tender and sensual. She willingly opens for him when he deepens the contact and extends his tongue into her mouth. His arms are around her, crushing as he bends her back a little and moves more fully over her. She cuddles to his thick torso and uses her nails on the firm pillows of muscle rippling down his back.
He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes. She waits with her mouth still open, the corridor and building beyond him a blur. He strokes her face and kisses her again softly. “We have to go to lunch with Michael. I kind of promised we would.”
“I know. That’s fine,” Annabelle agrees and tries to catch his lips as he brushes hers with them.
He grins. “You like being kissed, huh?”
Annabelle bites a lip and nods. “I love it.”
“Yeah? And your husband doesn’t mind?”
“Um – maybe a little. I’m not sure exactly.”
“Ah okay – that’s good. I hope you tell him how much you like my kisses.” Paul teases Annabelle’s parted lips again. “Will you tell him?”
Annabelle nods. “Uh huh, I’ll tell him how much I love your kisses.” She tries to capture another one but Paul pulls back out of her reach. “Plus you can kiss so much better than him,” she says through a sudden blush.
Paul chuckles and takes her lips again, pressing firmly then mashing his mouth over hers as he searches deep with his tongue. 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.
“That’s it, beautiful – let it go,” the older man breathes into Annabelle’s hair. She has lifted one hand to grip his head as well, holding him still and defending herself against any further stimulation.
Paul moves up her body and presses his wet, tangy mouth over hers. “You ready to suck some cock now?” he groans into her.
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters. “I’m ready.”
She is lowered by both men with a hand each upon her shoulders. The older man’s cock is long and thin. Paul’s cock is long and thick. Annabelle kisses one head then the other. The men stroke her hair and take turns to pull her forward, thrusting into her mouth as far as her fist will let them.
Annabelle strokes and sucks. She wants to kiss their balls but they’re keeping her head in place and fucking her mouth. She submits and lets them, unable to even let go and feel how big and heavy their sets of balls might be, because she can’t allow either of them to insert too deep. It’s just not something she can imagine doing – to take a cock down her throat. And there’s no way Paul’s would fit anyway.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Paul is the first to lose control. He takes Annabelle’s head in both hands and begins sawing the end of his cock in and out of her. His thrusts grow harder and faster, his bottom flexing and quivering beneath Annabelle’s nails. He suddenly holds firm and tenses – his cock hardening then beginning to pulse, and Annabelle squeezes her eyes shut tight and accepts his semen gushing and flooding her mouth. “Yeah, fucking nice,” he groans and gives another thrust then holds again while the last few spurts empty the over-sized balls Annabelle is now feeling and softly massaging.
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 wanna 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 gonna 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?” Both men give a little chuckle. Paul takes her hand and helps her to stand. She pulls her bra down from where it’s still scrunched above her breasts and fixes it into place. “Well, is there a bathroom where I can freshen up and fix my makeup at least?”
Paul puts an arm around her as they walk. She cuddles to his side and he lowers his arm and takes her hand again instead, keeping hold of it until they have traversed several long corridors and Michael ushers her towards a ladies room.

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Luke is sitting in Annabelle’s little Honda staring out at the calm blue ocean. He’s two hours from home, having gotten on the expressway south and driven in a daze all morning. He fights off the thought of his beautiful wife with the huge, muscular man pictured in his mind. He hasn’t been able to dispel the images of him enjoying the view up her tiny skirt and down her blouse – right there beside him in the car.
Luke manages to stave off the churning in his gut long enough to force down a meat pie and can of lemonade for lunch. He then spins the car around and spends another two hours in a daze driving home.
His heart is in his throat as he turns the corner into his street, but there is no car in his driveway. The next thing newly wrenching his gut is whether or not Annabelle is home. It’s almost three, and if she’s not already back she would be due anytime.
Luke locks her car away and glares through the kitchen window as he approaches the back door. There’s no movement in the house that he can detect. The door is locked – his heart slipping from his throat with a pulse of relief. He doesn’t want his wife to still be with this other man, but facing her afterward is going to be even harder to take.
The house is in silence. Luke walks to the sewing room and bedroom then checks to find the front door also still locked. He huffs a calming breath, his shoulders slumping, his heart rate slowing. He rushes back to the bedroom and finds the phone he had left behind that morning. There’s a text. His heart pounds in his chest again.
Annabelle: Oh my god Luke. Everyone can see up my skirt.
There’s a file attachment. Luke fumbles at the screen and opens an image of Annabelle sitting in a deep couch cuddled up to the man in Luke’s imagination. He has his arm around her and is grinning for the camera. His arm is massive – his bicep stretching his shirt sleeve. His other arm is resting across his lap, and with that hand he’s intertwining fingers with Annabelle. His other hand is wrapped around her hip with the tips of his fingers touching the exposed skin of her upper-thigh. Her knees are only slightly apart but the seat is low to the floor and there’s a full view of the white crotch of her panties. There’s a table with drinks and baskets of food in front, and the photo has been taken from the back of another couch opposite.
The calculation that the friend of this big dude must be taking the photo throbs through Luke’s chest. He swipes the screen for another picture but there’s only the one. He expands it but that makes it too hard to see on the tiny screen. He emails it to himself and gets it up on his computer screen.
Annabelle’s face is alight with a big toothy smile for the camera – seemingly oblivious to how this image is right then crushing Luke’s heart.
Luke slumps back in his office chair gripping his hair. He takes a few deep breaths then suddenly thinks to check the time of the text. It’s registered at 1:15. “Two hours ago.” he mutters aloud. His anguish is subsiding now – the shock of the visual wearing off. He argues with himself that nothing in the photo shows anything other than what he was expecting to happen – other than the intertwined fingers, but he knows how his wife is. She’s always wanting to hold hands, cuddle and kiss. She’s very affectionate in that simple way and never waits for Luke to initiate that kind of intimacy. Seeing her giving that particular brand of sweetness to another man still hurts though.
Luke checks the time again to see five minutes have passed. He leaves the computer on and strides back to the living room to peep through blinds and check the driveway. He slumps on the lounge and addresses his phone to type a message in reply. He stares at the screen, reading Annabelle’s message over and over.
Luke: I love you baby.
He clicks send and immediately wishes he could pull the message back, knowing he sounds desperate. And desperate is exactly how he feels. He gets up and checks the driveway again: Lunch was two hours ago and it’s only a one hour drive. The guy they’re with is probably only on a lunch break from his work. They should be back any minute.
Luke has his phone clutched in his sweaty fist as he stands there staring at the driveway and street. He checks his phone again after a few minutes, unable to imagine why Annabelle wouldn’t at least text a reply: She must be sitting in the guy’s car with him driving. How could she not be able to text or just call?
Luke stands there staring out the window for a long time before temporarily giving up and going to sit at the breakfast counter – his hands supporting his head as the image of them parked somewhere churns through his mind now. He can see the kissing and groping. He can see the guy fucking Annabelle in his back seat. He can’t stand the image any longer and kicks open the back door and storms into his garage. He has a speed ball and punching bag. He launches into the bag and thumps the hell out of it until he collapses exhausted on his back on the floor.
Luke lies there for a while sucking in breaths and staring up at the exposed timber beams above him. His knuckles are stinging. They’re raw, speckling blood. He gets up and finds some rag to wrap them then he starts with the speed ball. Luke boxed all through school and won a few medals at state level competition. He imagines being able to actually handle a man almost twice his size and punches the fuck out of this lawyer dude in his imagination.
Completely exhausted and somehow sated, Luke starts hitting pool balls around his table, planning to not even go inside when his wife does show up: He’ll be out here doing what he usually does most afternoons, not desperate at all.
The distraction of the pool game lasts ten minutes or so. Luke checks the house but there’s still no movement. He takes his phone from his pocket. Nothing. He goes back inside and to the living room window, standing there for another excruciating twenty minutes before scrolling for his wife’s number and calling her.
Annabelle’s phone diverts to voicemail immediately. Luke’s bursting heart implodes. He’s suddenly numb. He walks to the bedroom and falls back on the bed, pulling Annabelle’s pillow to his face and smelling her. He closes his eyes and relives their lives together, the notion of sharing his beautiful wife with other men completely absurd and utterly gut wrenching. His phone buzzes with a text and he lifts bolt upright and paws at the screen…………..

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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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Angela accepts three men unprotected

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

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Taken in front of her husband…

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

*

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

*

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

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Between Her Legs

X-Rated 3

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

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