Serviced by Multiple men

X-Rated 1

Catherine had on a short sundress and sandals. Beneath the dress she had on panties, and that was all. The three boys stood but only Tod approached. “Don’t worry about them, they’re just going to hang around,” he explained, and Catherine smiled back at the other boys as she was led to the little aluminium boat
When she was seated at the back next to Tod, the dark haired boy spoke. “Hi. I’m Paulo.”
“Hi,” Catherine returned with another smile. Then she said, “Hi, Timmy.”
Timmy smiled and pulled a face at his brother, who was frowning and looking confused. Paulo was watching Catherine intently. It was difficult to see her in the moonlight, but when they arrived on the mainland, the town was lit up and there were huge floodlights at the carnival.
Catherine had to pay her own entry fee because Tod didn’t have enough money to pay for her, but that covered all rides, so they started with the roller coaster and had a few goes at that before trying the big Ferris wheel. That had facing seats, so all four of them got on together.
*
Tod put his arm around Catherine. He held her waist with his hand tucked beneath her arm. He inched his fingers in further and touched the side of her breast. He could feel that it was bare beneath her dress, and he rubbed underneath a little bit.
Paulo and Timmy were watching intently. Tod glanced at Catherine to see she was blushing. Then she pressed her arm against her side.
“Let me feel it,” he whispered to her.
“No – not with them watching.”
“Aw – they don’t care. Just a little feel, okay?”
*
Catherine looked at the other two boys as Tod’s hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing, so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping, and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again, Tod released her then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress.
“Fuck yes!” Paulo groaned, while Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open.
Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple, her dress sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending, though, and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.
Next they had a ride on the go-carts, then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. “This is for you,” he announced to Catherine. “But I’ll carry it for you.”
There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark, and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.
They got back to the Ferris wheel, and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive.
Catherine smiled up at him. “What is it?” she asked sweetly.
“Well….” he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. “Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?”
“Sat next to me?” Catherine repeated.
“Yeah – if he sat with you and had a feel like I did.”
Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. “Is that what you want?” she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought. “I’ll do it if you say so,” she added softly, before the guy had a chance to change his mind.
They got back into line, and when their turn came around, Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.
The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for Paulo to do something. The wheel had gone around once, and on the way up the second time, Paulo put his arm across the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then Paulo’s fingers wiggled in further, and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over Catherine’s nipple, sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast, and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.
Catherine looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down, and she lifted her arm more so the other boy could get his hand in underneath her dress.
*
Paulo felt the girl’s bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead, and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit, and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand, but she wedged her hands between her thighs and stopped him.
Being denied that, Paulo concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard the girl’s nipple was, and he pinched it then jiggled her tit and pinched it again.
*
“You’re next,” Tod said to his brother, making Catherine’s blush deepen.
“No – that’s okay,” Timmy stammered nervously, and the other two boys laughed.
Catherine relaxed back against Paulo while he continued feeling her breast. The boys started laughing and chatting, which eased the tension. Catherine just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn’t so much what the boy was doing, but the fact that it was in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching the other one do it.
Paulo also continued stroking her leg, and Catherine relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh, and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties, and she looked down and could see them exposed. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. The ride finally ended, though, and Catherine was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again, then he spent the last of his money on a soda, while she had to buy her own. It was getting late, so they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island.
The sea was like glass it was so calm. They cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her, then he moved to her ear and whispered, “Can I fuck you again?”
“What – now?” Catherine uttered.
“Yeah. It’s too dark for them to see anything.”
“But how? There’s no room,” Catherine protested, tingling all over.
“Cut the engine, Timmy,” Tod commanded, and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. “Lie over the front and let me do it from behind again,” he said to Catherine. “I’ve got a rubber here.”
He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and obediently leaned over the bow of the boat. The seat was padded, and she knelt on that. It wasn’t uncomfortable.
“You have to lick her a bit to make her wet,” Paulo said, causing Catherine to blush in the moonlight.
Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit, and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two boys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur – how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.
Tod had finished preparations, so he got up and stuck his cock in. It slipped in easily, and he moved right over Catherine’s back and started humping her.
Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against the guy’s weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off, but she enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock, and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him.
Tod then started to grunt and gasp for breath, his thrusts getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of Catherine’s, and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed, and she felt his cock throbbing. It went on and on, and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her, and he was emptying his balls completely that time. She just waited until he finished and lifted from her back with his little cock slipping out.
Catherine’s panties were around her knees. She pulled them up before turning to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned while Paulo was just grinning. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly, and Catherine smiled shyly at them.
Tod tossed the condom into the water, and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her, and this one looked as full as the first one did.
“That felt good,” Tod puffed. “Did you like it when I licked you?”
“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “It was nice.”
“What about your knees – did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?”
“No – it was fine,” Catherine said shyly, looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.
Tod’s breathing was returning to normal. He rested back, looking across at his buddy. “She feels really good from behind like that,” he said, causing Catherine’s blush to fire up again. “She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep.” He squeezed Catherine’s knee. “Don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she uttered again.
“So, do you want to try it?” he asked Paulo.
Paulo nodded. “Yeah – I want to….”
“Can he?” Tod asked Catherine, and another hot flush swept over her entire body.
“Okay,” she said softly, biting her lip.
Paulo then stood up, and Tod shifted to his seat at the back. Catherine turned around and knelt on the seat, holding onto the bow rail again. Paulo lifted her dress up over her hips and pulled down her pants. He left her exposed like that while he pulled his own pants down and rolled his condom on his dick.
“Are you still wet?” he asked.
“I think so,” Catherine said softly, and she tilted her hips and braced back as the guy positioned the head of his cock.
“Yeah, you’re still wet,” he said, making her blush into the moonlight again. “Are you going to push back like you did for Tod?” he asked her.
“Yes, I’ll try,” Catherine uttered as she felt his cock open her and sink in a bit. “Ouch that’s huge!” she cried, though, as he suddenly pressed forward. “Ahhh – not too hard,” she complained, but he was firmly against her bottom grinding his cock in deeper than she had ever been penetrated before.
“Yeah that’s nice,” he said, and he felt up beneath and found her breasts. He had pulled back a bit and was sliding in and out slowly.
Catherine started to relax. She tilted her hips for him. “Owww!” she cried as he ground forward again, though.
“Yeah, that’s it – lean back on me,” he groaned.
“I am,” Catherine uttered and she arched her back and presented herself for him. “Ahhh – that’s so deep,” she cried, but her orgasm was beginning to build, and she kept herself presented to the guy while his cock probed her belly. It wasn’t very thick and was all right until he forced it in that last little bit, but then he seemed to be penetrating another barrier deeper in her.
She turned back to him. “Do you want to take the condom off?”
“Yeah okay,” he said. “But should I pull out or what?”
“No – do it inside me,” Catherine panted. “But really deep, okay?”
Paulo pulled out, and Catherine saw the condom land in the water in front of the boat. Then she tilted her hips and braced as he sunk back into her.
“Owww,” she uttered that time. It was an expression of some sort of deep seeded pleasure mixed with discomfort, though, and she ground herself back over the base of the guy’s cock while the little bursts of pain melded with the warmth of her burgeoning orgasm.
“Do it deep,” she said back over her shoulder. “Really deep now,” she moaned. And the feeling in her belly contracted and intensified, and with a cock buried inside of her and almost poking into her young womb, her orgasm suddenly exploded and thumped through her body.
“Aw fuck yes!” Paulo groaned as Catherine’s pussy squeezed his cock and started to throb around it. He held her hips in place and kept himself buried all the way inside of her while she writhed and ground herself back against him. He held her there then grabbed her tits and massaged them with one hand while he pushed her dress up over her head with the other.
Catherine held onto the rail with her dress draping around her wrists and her panties around her ankles. The guy on her back was moving again, his dick harder than before and spearing into her so deep!
“That’s it – keep pushing back on me,” he breathed into her hair. “You’re so fucking wet now.”
“Like that?” Catherine uttered as she swayed her back and lifted her bottom right up for him. “Do you like me like this?” she asked, wanton beyond any semblance of her usual self. “Owww!” she cried. “Ahhhh – hhh!”
“Aw yeah – here it is,” Paulo groaned, and Catherine tilted her hips for him and held herself presented there like that. The guy convulsed then lifted up over her back with his cock expanding and poking even deeper inside of her. It then pulsed, and pulsed again, then she felt the first spurt of semen, and she closed her eyes and relaxed back against him as his cock started gushing inside of her. “Aw yeah!” he said and she looked back at him grinning.
“That feels nice,” Catherine uttered. “I can feel you so well without the condom.”
*
Paulo was still blowing in her. He had never cum anywhere near that hard in all his years of masturbating or during the four times he’d had sex before. His cock was still pulsing, and he could still feel little squirts going into the girl as she smiled at him.
“I’ve never felt anything this deep in me before,” she said softly.
He grinned. “Sorry if it hurt a bit.”
“Are you really sorry? I think you’re enjoying it,” she shot back at him playfully.
He was finally beginning to soften. “It’s so hot inside you right now,” he said curiously. “She’s really wet too,” he said back over his shoulder to Tod. “She feels amazing, doesn’t she?”
*
Catherine rested her head on her arms and relaxed with her bottom still tilted up and presented to the guy. Her arms were tired, and she didn’t know how much longer he was going to stay in her. He lay down over her and started humping her body, with his cock firming up again quickly. He was right there breathing in her hair. “I think I can cum again really fast. Is that okay?”
“Okay,” Catherine uttered. “Ahh – hhh,” she then cried as he probed deep and ground against her bottom. She could see Tod standing there watching and feeling his cock.
He looked to Paulo. “Hurry up, man, I want to cum again too.”
Paulo started riding Catherine faster. He was fucking her with long strokes and not going all the way in, but then he would suddenly grind against her and she could feel his cock poking right into her belly. There was still some pain each time he did that, but she noticed how excited it made him, and she didn’t mind. She just braced back against him, and the next time he did it she felt his cock throb and squirt more semen into her. She wriggled hard back against him right then so he could ejaculate as deep in her as he could, and his penis again seemed to pulse for a long time.
“Come on, man,” Tod said urgently, though, and Paulo got up off Catherine’s back then Tod took his place.
Catherine tilted her hips and presented herself for him too, pleased that he was going to be in her without a condom this time. After thrusting for a minute, he was still and ejaculating in her as well. “Yeah, fuck that’s so hot in her without a rubber,” he groaned.
Catherine smiled back at him. “Do I feel nice for you like this?”
“You feel fantastic…. I should have cum in you the other times today as well.”
“I know. That’s what I was thinking before.”
Tod was completely spent and his dick had shrivelled up. He put it away. Catherine got up on her knees and slipped her dress back over her head. Her panties were around her ankles. She stepped out of them and picked them up. They were sandy, but they were okay when she shook them off.
“Can I do it too?” Timmy asked anxiously. He was feeling his cock.
“Yeah – go Timmy!” Tod laughed. “This will be his first,” he said to Catherine.
“Can I?” Timmy pled.
Catherine blushed again. “Okay, but you have to do it quickly.” The thought of having three guys mount her one after the other was exhilarating.
He groaned. “I’m ready now. I’m nearly doing it in my pants.”
“Okay then,” Catherine uttered, and she turned and knelt on the seat. Timmy was getting his cock out. She bent over and held onto the rail, watching back over her shoulder as he got into position behind her. He bunched her dress up over her hips, and she lifted her bottom as he started probing her. She was very wet and he slipped into her easily, then he lay over her back and hugged her body as he started humping her.
Catherine peered back over her shoulder at the two other boys watching her being mated. They were silent. Timmy was thrusting and grunting. He lasted only a few minutes before Catherine felt him cumming in her. He was bigger than his brother and she could feel the strong throb of his penis.
“Is that nice?” she asked him as she rested her head on her arms again.
“Yeah. It feels really nice,” he said. “You’re really beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Catherine uttered softly, and she remained there while he enjoyed himself inside of her, and he even reached beneath and felt her breasts.
Tod chuckled. “Yeah – that’s the way, Timmy. Go for it, boy!”
Timmy was tweaking Catherine’s nipples like he knew what he was doing. He was also firming inside of her again, and he began to slowly thrust against her bottom.
“Can I do it twice like Paulo did?” he asked her.
“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered, and she lifted and pressed back against him as the warmth of a resurgent orgasm flushed over her.
Timmy was considerably bigger than his brother, his cock stiff and probing in quite deep. He was actually a very nice size, and he was still holding Catherine’s nipples while he was humping her with a steady rhythm of short, powerful thrusts.
Catherine’s orgasm quickly built, and just as Timmy pressed up behind her hard and held firm, it thumped through her belly, clenching in tune with the powerful bursts of cum shooting from his cock.
Catherine smiled back at the guy but he was gasping for breath and sweating profusely. He grimaced. “Sorry but I think I squirted a lot of it in you. It felt so good!”
“That’s okay…. Are you finished now, or do you want to do it again?” she asked playfully.
“No, I think I’m finished now,” he answered, quite sincerely.
He lifted from her, so she got back up on her knees and fixed her hair. She could feel a trickle running down her leg, and she used her panties that she had scrunched in her hand to dab at it. The boys were starting the boat and not watching her, so she discretely dabbed her pussy too and sat down with her panties pressed between her legs – kind of sitting on them with her dress out behind so it didn’t get wet from their cum.
“So, do you do that with lots of guys back home?” Paulo asked.
“No,” Catherine replied indignantly. “I’ve only been with a few older men, and then I’ve had a boyfriend for the last six months until we just broke up.”
“Oh. So, how old are you?” Tod asked.
“Nineteen. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty and so is Paulo. Timmy’s eighteen.”
“I’m nearly nineteen!” Timmy declared, smiling at Catherine.
“I’m glad you haven’t got a boyfriend right now,” Paulo said. “Lucky for us!”
“Maybe, but I hope you’ve got somewhere better than a boat next time,” Catherine challenged………..

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Marooned: X-Rated short story

Desert Island

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 makeshift 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 then 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. Jasper then 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 then 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 going to 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 of 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…………………..”

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Party Girl: X-Rated short story

Exhibitionism

Celia and Phillip were at a table with their parents. As soon as the meal ended her dad took her for a dance. There was a small floor with a pianist playing slow music. She was passed on to an uncle and to a few of the men from Phillip’s family. Phillip’s father held her close and kept her for a second number. He then passed her to his much younger brother, and she was held close by him too. He was a very strong man – muscular. His big hand was pressed to her side, his fingers stroking a little with the music.
The music ended. A few other couples left the floor. “Would you like to stay for another?” he asked her.
“Okay,” Celia uttered, peering up at him.
He took her with his arm again. His hand pressed to her back, stroking upward then down as he guided her close and gripped her side again. “I guess there’ll be no more of these dances for us other men after Saturday.”
“Hmm – I guess…. You can have as many as you want tonight though, Mister Ericson.”
He chuckled. “And I won’t be Mister anymore either. I’ll be good old Uncle Bob.” He wasn’t that old – late thirties.
The music picked up. He spun her out and pulled her back. He was a good dancer. After another twirl he dipped her and made her laugh.
“You’ll be able to have more of these dances anytime you want. I won’t care what my husband thinks…. But you’re not old enough to be called Uncle – Bob!”
He chuckled. The music slowed and he pulled her close again. “Is this alright?”
“Yes….”
His hand was moving upon her side. “It’s too bad you got changed for dinner. That was a pretty dress you had on before.”
Celia blushed into his shoulder. “You saw?”
“I was in the lobby when you were checking in…. I hope you’re going to wear it again for us some time.” His fingertips stroked higher, brushing the side of her breast. “Are you going to enjoy your last days of freedom, are you?”
“Yes, I am….”
There were three other couples. Bob had danced them to a corner of the floor where there was no one seated nearby. His fingers extended further, rubbing her breast more deliberately. “Is this still alright?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered “Just a little bit though – while no one’s watching.”
Bob chuckled. “Excellent! How the hell did that nephew of mine land a hot little honey like you? I could never figure that out.”
“I’m not hot,” Celia said. “I’m trying to be now, but so far I’m the one lucky to have kept a boyfriend at all.”
“You could come out with me one night – have some fun before the big commitment.”
“Do you know any dance clubs around here?”
“Sure! You going to wear that dress?”
“I have others like it,” Celia answered. “I have a silver one that’s open at the sides all the way to my waist.” Bob continued stroking the side of her breast. She let him for a short time longer before asking, “So, when will you take me to a real dance club? Tomorrow night?”
“How about tonight?” Bob smiled and turned her out, spinning her back in and dipping her again, to the applause of the table of elderly relatives they had ended up beside.
“Tonight – how can I?” Celia wanted to.
His big hand beneath her arm was holding her firmly again. His thumb extended upward and stroked her, almost touching her nipple through her top and bra. Both garments were only soft fabric – the bra was a flimsy little lace thing. It was from the naughty lingerie shop.
“Later will be fine. When everyone starts leaving and you can slip away,” Bob said, dancing her back into the corner, out of sight. He reached around her to feel her breast more fully, his thumb rubbing her nipple. She twisted a little bit that way to make it easier for him. He squeezed her small mound, his hand covering it easily. “You’ll be able to get away from Phillip, won’t you? They were saying you have separate rooms.”
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered.
“So, you’re going to be making him wait and letting us other men enjoy you some, eh?”
“A little bit…. Not to have sex with me, though. Just to look at me, and what you’re doing now is okay.”
“What about between your legs? Are we allowed to have a feel of your pussy before wimpy Phillip gets at it on Saturday night?” Bob grinned.
Celia giggled and blushed. “Um…. That’s an interesting idea.”
“Yeah? How interesting?”
“Well, it’s kind of strange with you being Phillip’s uncle, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know – keeping it in the family and all…. And I wouldn’t tease him about it later. I wouldn’t tell him.”
“You wouldn’t? I don’t think I would want him to find out.” Bob’s hand slipped back to her waist as they were joined by her parents. “It’s going to be exciting to have been touched by other men, though,” she whispered. “You’re the second one today.”
“Who was the first?”
“Some guy on the plane. He liked my dress too.” Celia giggled as she was spun out again.
“Well, I think as one of your husband-to-be’s elders, I should be allowed a little feel of your pussy later tonight…. Is your dress short?”
“Yes.” Celia blushed deeply at the thought of him touching her between the legs. She absolutely wanted him to.
“So, I’ll take you to a dance club after this and watch you dancing in your new little dress – watching your legs and thinking all the while about what panties you have on – maybe getting a flash of them if I’m lucky. How does that sound?”
Celia looked up and met his eyes. “Okay, Bob. I say yes to that – to everything you said.”
The pianist called a break. Bob led her from the dance floor by the hand and took her to the bar. He ordered champagne for her and a beer for himself. She sat up on a stool. “I actually like what you said about being Phillip’s elder. I like the idea of you having some rights to me before my wedding.” Bob was just peering at her face. She fiddled with her drink for a moment then looked up to meet his focused expression.
Bob placed a foot on a rung of a bar stool, shifting to make room for a bulge in his trousers. Celia looked up from it, grinning. He chuckled. “Oops.”
She giggled too. Arms encircled her from behind and she peered back to be kissed by Phillip. She blushed again, guiltily that time.
“That was some fine dancing there, Uncle Bob.”
“How did you go with your lessons, Phillip – all ready to waltz with your young bride-to-be here on her wedding day?”
Celia snuggled back against Phillip while he chatted and laughed with his uncle. She was on fire inside – absolutely thrilled to be sitting there between the man she was going to marry and a man she was going to go out with that night. She found the notion of being sexy with Phillip’s elder to be very exciting. Phillip was not a very assertive man. He was a wimp as a matter of fact – she had to agree with his uncle in that. Bob was a bit of a rogue.
This was what Celia really needed. In her moment of freedom between the rule of her mother and giving herself to a husband, she needed to have fun and feel sexy.
“Pick you up in an hour?” Bob asked her. He was parting.
“Okay – one hour,” Celia agreed. “Where?”
“I’m going to go and get changed. I’ll come up to your room when I get back.”
He left. Phillip took his seat at the bar beside Celia. “What was that all about, sweetheart?”
“Bob’s taking me to a dance club tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. It will be fun. You know you hate nightclubs.”
“Yes, but it’s already nine o’clock. Isn’t it a bit late to be gallivanting around the city?”
“No. I think the nightclub scene doesn’t even start until after nine, Phillip.”
“Oh I see…. But don’t you have things to plan and prepare for Saturday? Aren’t there wedding arrangements you need to be tending to? You don’t want to be too tired tomorrow, do you?”
“Phillip, don’t worry! Everything is well under control. Mother and Aunties have our wedding well in hand. All we need to do is show up on time Saturday afternoon. I just need to be ready for my hair and makeup that morning…. But between now and then, I’m going to have some fun without Mother and without you!” Celia giggled. “I’m going to enjoy my final days of freedom, and I don’t want to hear any complaints from Mother, or from my husband-to-be,” she went on, leaning close for a kiss. “Is that understood?”
“Hmm – I suppose…. I suppose Uncle Bob should be trusted to take care of you. He’s something of a ruffian, so you should be safe enough at one of those places with him…. As long as you stay with him, sweetheart. You will stay close to him at all times, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will…. He’s going to take good care of me. Don’t worry,” Celia said, blushing guiltily again. Then she decided to push a little further. “I’m going to dress in a way that will probably attract attention, so he will need to take care of me.”
“Oh? Maxwell said you were wearing something new on the flight.”
“I have lots of new clothes, now that I’m not going to have Mother doing daily inspections.” Celia blushed a little as she went on gamely. “The dress I’m wearing tonight is very short and a bit revealing up top, and I won’t be wearing a bra.”
“You won’t?” Phillip’s face was blank with apparent confusion.
“No. The dress has no back and it’s open all the way down the sides.” She leaned closer to whisper. “I’ll be showing all the men the sides of my breasts but it would be ugly to cover them with a bra…. Mother definitely wouldn’t approve,” she added with a giggle.
“But you’ve never…. I mean you’ve always dressed respectably, Celia.”
“I know, Phillip, but this next few days is different. This is MY time. I’m the bride-to-be….” Celia experienced a further rush of bravery and confidence. “Don’t you want other men to see what you’re getting, Phillip? I’ve seen you boasting and showing off with your boats. I know you like feeling superior – having the best things. Do you want everyone to think you’re settling for some boring, plain looking wife?”
Phillip’s face had reddened by the time Celia moved from whispering to meet his eyes. “A wife and a boat are hardly comparable,” he said. His tone was typically soft, though. He could be a little assertive with her when he wanted to be, but it seemed he was swayed by her argument. She had made it up as she went, but it had apparently struck a chord.
“Uncle Bob will make sure they don’t do anything. He’ll make sure it will be look but don’t touch,” she went on. “I’ve tried the dress on. It doesn’t reveal my nipples. It almost does, but not quite…. Do you want to come and see?”
“I don’t know…. Just the thought of you dressed that way and going out dancing is rather daunting. I fear I’d lose nerve completely if I saw for myself.”
“Well, you can just imagine, then,” Celia continued, leaning to his ear again and pressing the unexpectedly well received plan. “You can imagine lots of rough men looking at my bare back and the sides of my boobs – especially when I raise my arms to dance and they can nearly see my nipples…. They’re already aroused right now, just thinking about it.”
“Yes, I can imagine,” Phillip whispered back. “Drooling ruffians.”
“Uh huh…. And they’ll be watching my legs – bare legs. My dress is sooo short, Phillip. The skirt is very tight and I won’t be able to stop them from seeing up it…. Should I wear pretty panties? Would you like them to see me in something sheer and sexy?”
“They should cover you, darling. I wouldn’t want you to go too far and wear one of those horrible G-strings that you see the strippers wear on television.”
“Okay, I’ll choose a pretty lace pair. That way they’ll be wishing they can see more.”
“Yes, I like that…. Wishing for more is best.”
Celia cuddled up and kissed her fiancé. “So, you don’t mind if I sneak off and get ready for my sexy nightclub adventure? They’re all talking business. No one’s going to miss me.”
Phillip looked around. “Go on then. I’ll tell them you went up to lie down. But please be careful, darling. This is rather adventurous.”

*

Bob was staying at a hotel in the city with a nightclub underneath. He had been there the night before. It was a classy place, the crowd were mostly younger, but there were a few his age, so he had felt at ease sitting at the bar watching the girls dance. He was looking forward to watching Celia.
He knocked lightly on her door. A moment later it opened and she peered from behind it. She was smiling through a blush – so sweet. She had on a glittery little silver dress. It was a halter-neck, backless, and very short. “Show me,” he said, holding up her hand and spinning her around once. “Mmm – I think I’ll need at least one slow dance with you in that too.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Come on, though – let’s show you off first.”
She collected her tiny purse. Bob held the door and touched her back as she passed. The elevator was directly across the hall. There was an elderly gentleman who was checking Celia in the mirrored wall on the way down. He got out in the lobby. They were going down the next level to the car park under the building.
“How did Phillip take the news we were going night-clubbing?”
“He was okay. He’s worried about how safe I’m going to be, but that’s just silly. He said you will take care of me.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” Bob chuckled, touching the soft skin of Celia’s back again to guide her from the elevator. He walked her to his SUV and held the door while she got in. She kept her knees together but the dress was very short. “Just little white panties, eh? And no place for a bra…”
“Uh huh…. No bra, and yes, my panties are white.”
Bob tilted his head for another look. “That’s good – white shows up nice under the dance floor lights.”
“Oh? I never thought of that.”
Bob closed her door and got in the driver’s seat. “That little dress should ride up and flash them. You won’t cover up when it does, eh, baby?”
He squeezed her thigh as he drove. She didn’t object. She just sat watching out the window as he cruised slowly through the busy streets. He had a parking space in the basement, and led Celia to the elevator. She was clinging to his arm.
“Are you okay, love?”
“A bit nervous – excited,” she said.
He slipped his free hand in under his arm and beneath hers. He touched her side – her bare skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he said, and he held her gaze as he felt in through the side of her dress and cupped her little breast. “I’ll take good care of you,” he went on, rolling her nipple.
It firmed nicely as he played with it. He bent to her and met her lips. They parted, so he sought her tongue, caressing it with his. With that, she relaxed, so he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke off and met her eyes again. They were glazed.
The elevator door opened and two young guys walked past, both checking Celia out. Bob kept her hand and led her into the elevator. “Do you like being kissed?”
She nodded, biting her lip. He lifted her chin and pressed to her lips again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back when the doors opened at the nightclub level of the hotel.
The music was thumping. The club was dimly lit with the dance floor lights flashing iridescent and illuminating anything white. There was room to move. It was not crowded at all, just about half full.
Celia’s little silver dress sparkled. Bob sat her up on a bar stool and got her a drink. With her heels hooked into a rung halfway up the stool, he could see up her dress quite easily. He moved behind her and pressed close to her ear. “That’s good, love – we can see your panties like that.”
A guy ordering a drink was having a look as Bob spoke. He glanced again and Bob gave him a nod. He was quite young, maybe 20 or so. He took a seat facing Celia. Bob pressed close again. “I’ll go sit over there…. Just stay like that and let him have a look, baby.”
Bob walked past the guy and had another look himself. There was no chance of Celia concealing her panties with her legs raised like that. Her thighs were slender and didn’t meet. There was a full view of her crotch.
From a lounge area, Bob watched guys ordering drinks and checking Celia out. One would chat with her now and then. She kept her heels resting on the rung and gave them all a good look up her dress.
She looked over at Bob when one guy was taking her to the dance floor. Her smile was beaming. The guy was congratulated as they walked past a table with three other boys about their age. He immediately pulled Celia close. She backed against him and wiggled. He held her hips. He was already touching her and hadn’t been dancing with her for a minute.
Bob kept a close eye on the guy. Celia was having a great time, so he didn’t want to spoil it for her unless he had to. She was naïve enough to go along with anything, but so far all was good.
Another guy from the table joined in. Celia was wiggling between the two of them. They were both a bit handsy with her. She was obscured from Bob’s view for a moment, and when he saw her again he noticed the second guy rubbing up from her hips and hiking her dress. Her little white panties were then almost fully on display. A third guy joined in, and when Celia rubbed back against him he groped her breasts. She squirmed away from him but her dress was then up around her waist.
Bob rushed to her and pulled her off the dance floor, glaring at the three boys. They went back to their table but kept looking over. Celia was giggling and she threw herself into Bob’s arms. He took her back to the dance floor and kept hold of her himself.
She was hot, sweaty and very cuddly. Bob held her hips and had her grinding on his thigh. He pulled her dress up to expose her panties again. The men lined around the dance floor were all checking her out. He left her dancing alone and returned to his seat. One of the watchers immediately took his place. He was almost Bob’s age – a big man. He kept glancing over but Bob gave him a slow nod, which he seemed to understand. He took hold of Celia’s hips and held her close while she wiggled and ended up straddling his thigh, as she had with Bob. She was lifting her arms and her little dress was gaping at the sides, her small breasts partially exposed.
Another man joined in and the first one retreated to the edge of the floor to watch. The new guy grabbed Celia’s bottom, his big hands beneath the skirt of her dress. He held her and dry humped her with his thigh. Her panties were bikini briefs. They covered her bottom. Her dress had hiked up to her hips again, displaying them fully. Two more men joined in and had her surrounded.
Bob waited for a while this time and let them play with her. She was still smiling – beaming excitedly. They edged her off the dance floor and gave her a drink. There was a whole bunch of guys around her, chatting her up, it seemed. Bob watched for a good while, letting her enjoy the attention. He eventually grabbed her hand and took her from them.
“That was so amazing,” Celia cried, clinging to his arm as the elevator doors closed, shutting out the beat of the music.
An hour of that noise was enough for Bob. He had thought about taking Celia up to his room, but he knew what would happen if he did, and he didn’t want things to go that far. He took her back to the car and, once inside, he pressed his lips to hers to stop her incessant chattering.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he inserted his tongue. She submitted to the kiss. He was squeezing her slender thigh and rubbed upward. He cupped her through her panties. “Mmm,” she moaned again, gripping his arm.
“Just a little feel,” Bob insisted, kissing her again, and he opened her slit with his middle finger and felt into her, still through her panties. She kept her hold on his arm but her thighs parted slightly. He isolated her clit and softly massaged it. “Damn you were sexy in there, baby. All those guys will be jacking off to you tonight.”
“Will they?” she uttered. “I like the thought of that.”
“I will be too, baby,” Bob said into another kiss. “Can I finger you? Would that be okay?”
“Um….”
“Come on – you feel so wet.”
“Hmm…. You’re MAKING me wet, doing that.”
Bob stretched the damp fabric aside and found her slit was dripping. He used two fingers to continue working her clit. He did that more firmly, and when she started squirming he slipped those two fingers into her. He felt up inside of her and rubbed back against her G-spot. “Yes, open your legs, baby…. I want you to cum for me.”
“Okay….” Celia moaned, and she clung to him while he nailed her with his fingers. He pumped her with them hard and fast until he felt her tight little hole clench, and she bit into his shoulder.
“That’s it, baby, cum on my hand.”
“You made me,” she uttered, squirming and squeezing her legs together.
He sought her lips and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her little hole was slick now – perfectly prepared for cock. “I’d better take you back before this goes any further, Celia. I’d love to fuck you now but I’d better not.”
Bob smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place and sucked his fingers. He licked them clean while she watched. “You taste sweet, baby.”
Celia tugged her dress down to cover her panties, just biting her grin. Bob drove. He was painfully erect and kept squeezing and massaging his cock through his pants. He would have to jerk off as soon as he got back to his room. Celia kept glancing across but he didn’t attempt to hide what he was doing. “I’ll be thinking about you when I do this properly tonight, Celia. My old balls are already full.”
“Really?” she asked softly.
“Of course! How could they not be after watching you dance like that?” He reached across and felt her tits. Her nipples were hard – little pebbles beneath the shiny silver fabric of her dress. He played with one then reached further across and played with the other. They were at her hotel. “I’d better walk you, love.”
“Okay….”
There were lots of people in the foyer but they were alone in the elevator. Bob lifted Celia’s chin and kissed her again. He searched her hot little mouth with his tongue and felt her up, thumbing a nipple. The doors opened at her floor. He kept hold of her waist and followed her. Once inside her room he urged her to her knees and released his cock. He stroked it and rubbed her face with it. Her lips parted so he inserted the head. He did so just as he was about to cum.

*

Celia squeezed her eyes closed as the penis in her mouth pulsed and gushed semen. She held it in, letting it pool under her tongue. Her fiancé’s uncle left her on her knees and slipped from her hotel room apologising.
She remained there on the floor holding the thick fluid in her mouth. After a minute she got up and went to the bathroom. She was curious. She opened her mouth and looked closely in the mirror. The semen had a milky appearance with thick, congealed globs in it. She moved it around with her tongue, examining it. Some had seeped into her throat, and swallowing that filled her senses with a very potent masculine taste.
Celia left the bathroom and flopped on her bed. She lay there toying with the gooey fluid, swallowing dribbles of it but otherwise moving it around with her tongue. This may be the only other man’s cum she got to taste, and she wanted to savour the moment. Bob had certainly been right about his old balls being full, she decided, giggling at the thought and choking down some more.
She lay for a long time with the load of cum in her mouth, gradually swallowing it down bit by bit. She picked up the silver framed photograph of Phillip on her nightstand. She looked at the smiling face of her fiancé for a moment, then she kissed him and swallowed the remaining portion of his uncle’s semen…………..

From the Hotwife & Girlfriend Compilation ‘Exhibtionism Turns Her On’

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Between his young bride’s legs….

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It was after nine when Celia woke to a knock at the door. She quickly pulled on a singlet and let the waiter in with her breakfast. It wasn’t the usual guy. It was an older man who served her politely and left. After eating she spent an hour walking on the beach. Phillip was waiting when she got back to her room.
“Do you have any special plans today, darling?”
“Not really. What are you guys doing?”
Phillip was sitting in a lounge chair. He guided her to his lap. “Maxwell and Gareth asked me to let them know of anything you would like to do. They would like to be involved. They both wish to have sex with you again today, quite obviously…. Is that okay, darling?”
“Yes…. I was hoping they would,” Celia said into a kiss. “Plus I want to try something else that would be very exciting.”
“Which is – dare I ask?”
“Um…. Well, the thing is my diaphragm is worn out. I can’t use it anymore and have to get a new one…. But I was thinking I’d like to not worry about it until after our honeymoon. I’d like to just be natural and take my chances for a little while.”
“Oh okay. That’s fine, darling…. Pregnancy would not be unwelcome.”
Celia bit her lip. “I know. It’s fine by me too…. But – um – I was thinking of being unprotected with Max and Gareth as well.”
Phillip’s face flushed red. “Oh!”
“I know! What a crazy idea, huh?”
“Yes – quite…. So, why would you want to take such a chance, darling?”
Celia cuddled close, laying her head upon her fiancé’s shoulder and fiddling with his shirt buttons. “I think, because of how perfect these few days have been. It’s been so great doing this – being with other men before our wedding. But I don’t like condoms, and the thought of having sex without my diaphragm is sooo exciting.”
“Do you mean because of the risk of pregnancy?”
“Yes. That and just the fact that it’s so natural to be fully open when a man ejaculates inside – to have no barrier stopping his semen from entering my belly…. I mean – that’s what you’re trying to do isn’t it? That’s why you guys actually ejaculate your gooey stuff and not just leak it out – so it can spurt through a woman’s cervix and into her belly…. But boring old condoms stop it, and so does the silly diaphragm. They spoil all the sexiness.”
Phillip stroked Celia’s hair. “That’s all true, I suppose…. I have to admit it’s an appealing thought – you being taken naturally like that. It adds an edge to what we’ve done so far.”
“Exactly! It’s like, the only bit that’s missing.”
“And how unsafe would it be, darling? How risky in terms of conception?”
Celia blushed, keeping her face hidden. She spoke softly. “I was thinking about that this morning. I’m past the middle of my cycle. I should have already ovulated …. I wouldn’t say this is a totally safe time, exactly – but it’s the only chance we’ve got unless we waited and tried it naturally like this when you bring me here for your uncles.” Celia giggled. “It would be interesting trying it with Uncle Bob with no diaphragm. Talk about direct injection! With his huge dick the head would be poking in my belly and squirting from there.”
Phillip shifted a little in his seat. Celia felt his erection pressing beneath her leg.
He cleared his throat. “So, as I understand the female anatomy, this is a fairly safe point in your menstrual cycle – toward the end?”
“Yes. By the end of this weekend I will definitely be safe. But we’ll be on our cruise by then, won’t we!”
“And our wedding night will still be risky….”
“Uh huh – a little.” Celia lifted her head for a kiss. “Which is only tomorrow night – and we’re going to wait until then, aren’t we? I mean, you and me?”
“Yes, certainly. But if we do this Maxwell and Gareth would be inseminating you beforehand.”
Celia gave another little giggle. “Inseminating sounds very serious.”
“But they would be servicing you, darling – actually mating with you.”
“I guess….” Celia’s blush returned. Phillip often spoke formally and put things in an odd way. The idea of being mated with was tantalising. She imagined being on her hands and knees for that process – the guys mounting her.
Phillip got up to answer a knock at the door. Celia quickly pulled the strings and removed her bikini top and bottoms from the little stretch cotton beach dress she was wearing. The dress was halter-neck and cut low in back, the sides of her breasts exposed. She walked out onto the balcony where the gusty breeze toyed with the skirt. There were two men on balconies of the facing building who were close enough to see her. Her skirt fluttered, and she gathered the fabric and held it up on top of the balcony rail, completely uncovering herself below the waist.
The two men were looking out to sea but both glanced a few times. Then Celia saw another guy up higher with binoculars who was looking right at her. He glanced over the top of them then focused again. She waited, still holding her skirt up while he had a good long look.
Phillip came out and stood beside her, leaning on the rail. He looked up from what she was doing.
“There’s a guy up there with binoculars. I’m sure he’s looking at my pussy,” she explained. “Don’t look at him. Pretend not to notice…. Let him check me out, okay?”
“They offered us a suite. That was the manager from reception. He said one of the penthouses has become available and offered it to us for our wedding night.”
“Oh wonderful. That was lucky.”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that, darling. It means I can cancel that one across town and we don’t need to leave this building tomorrow…. Ceremony on the gardens, reception in the auditorium, and to our suite via the elevator.”
“Uh huh. That’s perfect.” Celia said, smiling warmly at her fiancé but still holding up her skirt for the man looking at her. She bit her lip. “I want to undress for this man.”
“How? Not out here?”
“No – in the bedroom…. The balcony doors are wide open. He can see in.”
Celia walked around and entered from the balcony. Phillip went through the apartment and watched her from the internal doorway, out of sight. She turned and faced the man with the binoculars, seeing that he was still focused on her.
She glanced back at Phillip. “He’s looking right at me. I hope he likes this….” She lifted the halter-neck over her head and pushed the dress down, letting it puddle at her ankles. She grinned back at her fiancé again. “There’s other guys watching too,” she said, and she stretched and raked her hair back, arching her back and pressing her chest forward for them.
“Are they still looking?” Phillip asked.
Celia turned her back to them. “Yes,” she said, and she bent over and straightened the covers. She crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back with her knees bent up and not quite together. “Should I spread my legs for the guy with the binoculars, Phillip? Would you like me to?”
Phillip was feeling his erection through his pants. “Yes, I’d like that. And I’m sure he will too, darling.”
Celia giggled and opened her legs, raking her inner thighs and biting down on her smile as she watched Phillip’s face. “This is how I’m going to be lying when Max is getting undressed tonight. With my legs already spread for him.”
“I know…. I’ve watched them with you a few times from just outside the door. I’ve seen them between your legs. It’s an image I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
Celia toyed with her labia, teasing her pussy open. “I wonder how clearly he can see.” She dipped a finger in a little ways and drew moisture, smearing it around. “I think I’m ready for servicing anytime,” she teased her fiancé.
“Maxwell is waiting for me to call and let them know about today. What if we invited them to be with you shortly and again tonight?”
“Twice?” Celia blushed.
Phillip nodded, also blushing. “I’d like to watch the first time. Tonight, they could have you privately.”
That idea instantly appealed to Celia. “I’d agree to that…. I’d like it if they also watched each other. Like for you and Gareth to watch Max fucking me, and then for Max to stay and watch while Gareth does…. Could you three talk about that and work it out? It would be so exciting being taken in front of two other men.”
“Yes, we’ll work it out, darling. They’ll do anything you say. They’re desperate to make the most of this.”
Celia rolled onto her belly, propped on her elbows with her legs slightly apart. Her thighs were slender, her slit fully on display lying like that. She looked up from plucking at the pillow. “We didn’t decide about protection before….”
“I know…. I’ve been considering our discussion…. I think I’m going to agree to it, darling.” Phillip squeezed the bulge in his pants, his erection seeming to lift and firm. “The thought of you carrying their live sperm in your belly for the next 24 hours is indeed exhilarating. I thought a second deposit from each of them tonight would make it even more so.”
“Uh huh,” Celia moaned softly in reply. Her blush deepened. “Twice today would be fun.”
Phillip nodded resolutely. “Okay. It’s a very exciting risk to take on the eve of our wedding. The idea of you potentially in the process of conceiving to one of them while they’re with us making our vows – it’s completely crazy.”
“Mmm – I love it! Call them, Phillip. Tell them to come here and fuck me with this guy watching as well – please!”

*

Phillip took out his phone.
“Maxwell…. Would you and Gareth like to come up for a short visit right now?”
“Just up to the room – now?”
“Yes.”
“To fuck Celia?”
“Yes – that’s right. She has requested that we all watch. I trust that isn’t a problem for either of you?”
“No problem for me, man. I’ll tell Gareth. We’ll be up in a minute.”
“Okay. We’re waiting.”
Phillip put his phone away. “They’re coming up now, darling.”
Celia fingered herself. “I’m so ready.”
Phillip checked on the guy watching. He was still there with his binoculars. From that short distance he would have had a close-up view. From his angle he was looking directly between Celia’s legs. She had her eyes closed, feeling inside of herself with her fingers, her legs bent up and spread. The guy with the binoculars looked up over them. Phillip lifted a hand, and he returned the gesture. There was a knock at the door.
“Can you tell them to just do it, please?” Celia asked softly. “Just one after the other…. I don’t want to discuss anything right now.”
Phillip went to the door and let his groomsmen in. They were both grinning. He stopped them. “She said she wants this without any fuss – no talking – just for each of you to take her and leave. Is that acceptable?”
“Yeah – sure,” Max replied.
Gareth was nodding. “No problem, Phillip…. And she wants us watching, eh?”
“Yes…. She’s well prepared for whoever’s first. The other of you should be ready immediately after.”
They followed Phillip to the bedroom. Celia was biting a lip, her blush colouring her cheeks.
“Do you want to go first?” Gareth asked Max.
Max nodded. Celia looked to him as he knelt on the end of the bed. He looked her over, checking her tits and pussy. “No talking, huh?”
She shook her head, her grin expanding. “But just so you both know – this is going to be without any protection this time. I don’t have my diaphragm in.”
“Okay….” Max said. He pushed his shorts down a little and extracted his cock. Celia watched him massaging it. It quickly firmed. He removed his tee-shirt and lay down on her. “Do you need me to pull out?”
“We’d rather you didn’t,” Celia uttered. “You can keep going and cum inside me anyway…. You both can,” she added, looking to Gareth.
Phillip watched Celia’s face as she was penetrated by their friend’s cock. He entered her easily and began humping immediately. Phillip moved to the balcony doors. Celia’s eyes followed him until Max’s body obscured their line of sight. He watched her being fucked with deep, searching thrusts. He could see their coupling – Max’s engorged penis stretching her open and sliding in and out of her.
Celia gripped Max’s body and cried out just as he tensed and held firmly up her, his buttocks clenched and his balls pressed into her wetness. He held still for a moment then lifted from her. His dick was long and the head was swollen. A strand of semen dangled from it until he wiped it on her groin.
“You ready?” Max asked Gareth.
Gareth had his cock in his hand. It was erect.
“But you have to stay and watch while he has me,” Celia said to Max, her voice soft and sweet.
He smiled. “Definitely!”
She smiled through her blush. Gareth was getting into position. Her pussy was still open. Phillip could see her reddened inner folds, glistening with her lubricating juices and Max’s semen.
Gareth’s cock entered her. He pushed up into her balls deep. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, and he humped a few times hard and fast. “Hmm – nice tits, Celia,” he said, humping with another series of short jolts.
“Don’t tease, Gareth!”
Celia had her arms above her head. Gareth was supporting himself over her, and they were watching her tits bounce as he rocked her body, bumping against her spread legs. “Ooh, they’re fucking nice little tits,” he said, glancing to the side at Max.
“I know, man. It’s better with your shirt off – having them squashed against your chest while you’re fucking her.”
“Ohh stop it…. Stop teasing me,” Celia cried, gripping Gareth’s hips and grinding against him. “Oh god,” she cried and squirmed hard onto his cock. “Oh – oh – uhh..hhh,” she moaned wildly and clung to his hips as her body writhed and convulsed.
“Aw fuck yeah…. Ah fuck…. Oh yes – here it is,” Gareth groaned, and he bucked and jammed himself deep into her. “Oh, that’s fucking nice,” he breathed into her hair as he crushed her to him and held firm with his balls pulsing.
Phillip watched their coupling closely until Gareth finished ejaculating and lifted from Celia to sit back. The man with the binoculars was still there. He looked up over them and acknowledged Phillip. He pointed to himself and then at Celia, but Phillip shook his head, and the guy nodded and waved an okay…………………

From Coolomon’s themed Hotwife & Girlfriend Compilation “Between Her Legs”

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

Nature 11

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

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

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature’s Game”.

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Taking his hot young wife to a bar….

Nature's Game 3

Annabelle gives her husband an excited look as he opens her door. Luke gets into the driver’s seat and buckles up. Annabelle is watching his face. “I chickened out,” she says.
“Chickened out?”
“Yes, I put on panties…. I could easily take them off later, but I just felt too naked in this dress. It’s pretty short.”
“That’s okay, baby. You still look hot. Can still see your tits – like, that you’re braless.” Luke gives his wife’s breast a little squeeze as he drives. She covers his hand with hers and checks around. He lowers his hand to her thigh and rests it there. “What else have you fixed up to wear – any more short skirts or dresses?”
“No, but I tried on the skirts I bought for work before and I think they’ll be fine. They’re about the same length as this dress, so way shorter than my usual ones, but I’ve seen shorter around the building…. Plus there are quite a lot of nice looking guys who I could start dressing for a little bit.” Annabelle is still watching Luke’s face. “A few of the ones who often say hello to me are really tall and obviously work out.”
“Oh yeah? They just say hello?”
“Well, they like chatting of course. The ones I like are mostly just fun.”
“Anyone in particular?” Luke asks warmly, squeezing his wife’s thigh.
Annabelle takes a breath. “There’s a guy I was thinking of when I bought the skirts. He’s in my building but I don’t see him all that often…. He’s really huge in the shoulders and chest – almost like a body builder but not one of those pumped up ones – more natural looking…. Plus he does more than just smile – he lets me know he’s looking.”
“Wow, baby, I never knew anything like that…. I mean I know guys check chicks out all the time, but I never really thought much about it.”
“Well, yes it does happen all the time, Luke. It’s nothing unusual, and lots of women play up to it.”
“Right. Of course…. And you want to with this body builder guy?”
“Um yes – with the others as well, but especially with him – now that we’ve started this…. I was thinking of getting one of those contour bras in white and maybe undoing my blouse a little bit next time I have to deliver anything to his office.”
“And let him have a look?” Luke groans, lifting to feel a breast again.
“Uh huh – unless I chicken out of doing that too…. Mmm – if I could do everything I fantasize about I’d be able to just undress completely for him – right there in his office.”
“Aw fuck,” Luke groans, glaring from the traffic for as long as he can.
“And then he pulls me onto his lap, and I can’t even imagine after that,” Annabelle goes on.
“Wow that’s some fantasy, baby.”
“I know and it’s so real…. I even get wet at work from him, Luke. Right in the middle of the office with everyone around and I’m supposed to be working.”
Luke nods. “What’s his name?”
“Paul Jamison. He’s a bit older – about 40, I think.”
“And what about the others – any of them that old too?”
Annabelle shakes her head. “No, more so our age…. I don’t usually think much about older men – except this one.”
“And he has his own office? There’s no one else around when you drop stuff off to him?”
“No it’s a private office, except for the door being open of course, and sometimes the secretary is there and I don’t even get to go in at all.”
“Okay, so this really has been going on for a long time, baby…. You’ve been fantasising about this older man and like bigger guys in general?”
“Well, yes, but everyone has their fantasies, don’t they? I’m not even sure how we got this far into talking about mine…. Or even if we should be talking about this.”
“No – it’s good. I’m glad we’re talking like this. I think it’s the right thing – being this open with each other.”
“Yes usually, but even with me and other men? Are you sure you’re okay with it, Luke? Doesn’t it make you angry at all?”
Luke takes a moment. He doesn’t have a ready answer for this. “I’ve been thinking about how it would be if this was totally natural…. It’s like if we were in nature and some huge dude wanted you, I’d be forced to stand back and let him – simply through physical size. And I’m sure that’s what turns women on deep down – the idea of the guy’s physical power and the feeling of being dominated by him. I mean, if it was nature with no society and law you wouldn’t have any more choice than me, baby. He’d just take you anyway. You’d be getting raped by more powerful men than me all the time and I’d just have to stand there and watch.”
Annabelle’s blush has lifted again. She’s looking directly ahead and shaking her head slowly. “Raped by them? I don’t know about that.”
“Well, you’d probably feel the same way as you seem to now and be turned on by them. Which means you would probably be quite submissive anyway if it was a strong enough guy. And I’d just have to get used to watching bigger men taking you in front of me…. But that would be in a totally natural and primitive situation, and we’re a long way above that kind of stuff as civilised humans.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Annabelle responds softly. “That all sounds logical but that isn’t how things really work, is it? I mean we fall in love and get married. It’s not like the wild animals.”
Luke squeezes his wife’s hand in her lap. “I know, baby. I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel and why this has been so exciting for me…. I just think that maybe some of those instinctive things are still in us deep down, and maybe they influence how we react a little bit – in the way we get turned on.”
“Oh okay. That’s good then. It’s always best to understand why we feel the way we do.”
“I know, and I think it’s more complicated for me, baby. I think with you it’s just that basic physical power and attraction. But with me it’s kind of like being the less physical male is a truth somehow – like it’s hard to step aside and see the bigger guy getting his way, but it’s also good in that it’s just natural deep down…. It’s definitely exciting, and I think it’s that jealous yet accepting mix that creates the intensity.”
“Wow, Luke, you really have been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Annabelle has turned to face Luke with a warm smile now. “That all makes good sense to me.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to figure out why I like the idea of other guys checking you out. There’s no need to think about it too much – it just feels exciting…. I’m so glad you’ve been taking up the hems on your skirts. You’ve got great legs – especially with the sexy gap between your thighs.”
“Hmm, I know! I love my thighs,” Annabelle agrees, smoothing her hands down them. “And I like my thigh gap. Thanks to mum for that.”
“It makes it easier to see all the way to what these guys are really interested in, baby. All the way up to it if your skirt’s short enough.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly are these guys really interested in?” Annabelle challenges.
Luke returns her smile but is overpowered by a more serious notion. “Well, they want to see your tits of course, but their real interest is in your pussy…. Ultimately to fuck you no doubt – if they ever got the chance.”
“Hmm – just like in nature, huh?” Annabelle is biting down on her smile now. “Or to pretend and play games about that….”
“Exactly!” Luke glances and nods. “That’s perfect, baby – to play games about these deep down natural feelings…. That’s exactly what this is, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and only as a game, right? Not to ever go past playing.”
“Oh yeah definitely. There’s no way I’d ever want this to go further than just looking and teasing. That was hard enough to watch with that first guy, and there’s no way I was waiting for him to try and actually touch you.”
“Good,” Annabelle agrees firmly. “I like the idea of them looking at me and a little bit of flirty talk or whatever, but I only want to fantasize about anything more than that…. Fantasies are safe. The safest sex there is.”
“Yeah, and the guy gets to fantasize too, so all’s fair in that.”
“Mmm….” Annabelle peers smiling from where she has legs tucked up sideways in her seat. “I like the thought of a guy with a really huge one fantasizing about fucking me with it.”
Luke looks at her legs then up to meet her eyes. She checks her legs too. He squeezes one, feeling down her inner thigh. She holds his wrist as he rubs further and touches the crotch of her panties. They’re damp. He pulls the elastic edge aside and his fingers slice into her. He swallows hard and glances at her face. She squirms her thighs together, crossing them and pushing against his arm.
“When we get to this bar, would you like to walk in separately – maybe to sit at the bar alone?” Luke asks.
Annabelle shakes her head. “You have to stay with me or I’ll chicken out…………………”

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature’s Game”.

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Girlfriend felt up in the back seat….

sexy beauty relax on sea

Evan guides young Lisa with a hand upon her back. She scoots across the seat next to George. He helps her find the seatbelt. “It’s tricky,” he says and searches beneath her for it. She lifts, and he quickly gathers the skirt of her dress in back so when she sits, her bottom is bare on the leather seat. He then clips the seatbelt across her, and both men tug the skirt of her dress from beneath and straighten it carefully across her thighs, inched up slightly. Trent – Lisa’s teenage neighbour – is watching what they’re doing from the front passenger seat. He looks up to meet Lisa’s eyes but she’s sort of spaced out and can’t think straight.
Lisa’s boyfriend, Alan, is behind the wheel and drives out from under a streetlight and onto the road. Lisa can just feel the older men’s legs touching hers. They drive quietly through the city and onto the expressway for the 15 minute run down the coast.
George is first to do something. He clutches Lisa’s leg above her knee and makes her bite down on a giggle. Evan then probes her side and makes her squirm and squeak. “Yeah, she likes getting tickled,” he says and grips with two hands, kneading and digging into her ribs and making her shriek. “You do her legs, George,” Evan says and keeps up his attack. George clutches one leg then the other, tickling mercilessly and making Lisa wriggle and kick out. Her neighbour is watching intently and her boyfriend is craning back over his shoulder as much as he can.
The two older men relent and have Lisa panting and giggling. She has her seatbelt undone and is pressed back against Evan with her legs across George. Evan touches her sides, threatening again. She claims his wrists. “No more crazy tickles – just nice ones, please?”
“Just nice ones, huh?” Evan says and starts stroking softly up and down. “Like that?”
“Uh huh…. That’s better,” Lisa utters. “It still tickles.”
“What about like this?” George asks, tracing slowly back and forth along her thigh.
“Mmm – that tickles too,” Lisa says, clutching the skirt of her dress and holding it tight where it’s hiked up to nearly reveal her. “Uhh..hhh – that’s almost the wrong kind of tickles,” she tells them both then catches her boyfriend’s gaze.
They’re all watching George. He strokes over Lisa’s knee then gently up her inner thigh. Her legs are together but her thighs are slender. He traces all the way up to the hem of her dress. “Does that tickle, love?”
“Uh huh….” Lisa’s eyes roll past her neighbour watching intently. He’s looking diagonally across at where Evan is behind Lisa and is watching where a hand is hidden beneath her arm and moving discretely. There’s a finger inside the edge of her dress playing with a nipple. “Uhh..hhh,” she moans as George’s fingers brush up her inner thigh again and caress beneath where she’s holding her hem so tight.
“Ah, so that’s the spot,” George says with a low chuckle and he clutches softly high up her inner thigh. He then runs his fingers downward then flays them gently back up.
“Um – that’s um….” Lisa presses her dress down between her legs, biting a grin and blushing fully.
“I think that’s enough now,” Alan says, his voice raspy and dry. “I think that’s enough tickling.”
“No, that’s fucking awesome. You should keep doing it,” Trent says.
“Shut up, you!” Lisa tells her young neighbour. She bends up her legs and pushes George with her feet. He claims them and massages.
“That doesn’t tickle, does it, love?”
“No, that’s just nice, thank you.”
Trent tilts his head to see under Lisa’s legs. She smooths a hand beneath there but can’t find the skirt of her dress and is still sitting bare on the leather seat. Trent chuckles. “What happened to your panties, Lisa?” He tilts his head for another look.
“Hey! Cut that out you little pervert!”
They’ve left the expressway and stop at lights. Alan turns for a look as well. Lisa waits while he does, not trying to cover herself this time. She’s not sure how much they can see anyway, especially since it’s quite dark and shadowy in the back seat. She feels exposed, with the cool air against the heat from her crotch. She also feels quite wet down there, her pussy lips slippery. George is casually rubbing her feet. She’s still lying back against Evan’s chest. She bites a lip as she meets her boyfriend’s eyes. The lights turn green and he faces forward and drives.
Evan strokes Lisa’s hair from her face as she peers back at him. “Are you comfy there?” he asks mildly.
“Uh huh…. This is fine,” she utters softly.
He strokes up and down her arm as they drive through the streets towards the edge of town. She has her arms against her sides, her breasts squished between them and no skin visible. Evan’s fingers traveling slowly upward extend across to caress over her nipple. It’s tight and aroused, and he’s teasing it with each stroke, well out of Alan’s line of site, being directly behind him. George is looking, however, and Lisa meets her young neighbour’s gaze again as he glances up from watching what Evan’s doing with her.
Lisa just blushes at trent, who then smiles at Evan. “Awesome,” he whispers, glancing to check that Alan is distracted. Lisa then holds a breath as Evan’s hand closes over her breast and squeezes. He feels that one then relaxes with his hand coming to rest upon the other one. He’s sort of cuddling her against his chest now, and he just holds her breast and softly thumbs the nipple.
“So, what’s next? The night’s only young,” Evan says.
“Bedtime’s next for me,” Lisa replies with a yawn.
“For me too,” George agrees. “I’m done in, but what about tomorrow – are we going to the lake?”
“The lake? I thought we were just going to the beach here,” Evan says, still feeling Lisa’s erect nipple. She peers back up at him and he grins and squeezes her full breast. She can’t help arching up against his big hand. She bites her lip and squirms as he moves to her other breast and feels for that nipple as well. “We don’t need to go all the way to the lake, do we? Plenty of ladies go topless here.”
“Yeah, I guess. The lake has the option of full nude, though – in case Lisa wants to see some more naked dicks.”
Lisa giggles. “Hmm – but would I have to go full nude as well, or could I just go topless?”
“Hey – topless is fine…. Some just go as tourists and not undress at all.”
“What do you think, Alan?” Evan asks. “Are you cool with Lisa going topless for us?”
“Um….” Alan pulls up at the house and looks around. “I don’t know – do you want to, baby?” He looks at where Evan is still holding Lisa’s breast – his hand just resting there at the moment.
Lisa lifts her arms to fix her hair, sitting up and displacing Evan’s hand. “I guess I don’t mind. It might be fun to try it at least………”

This short excerpt is from “Girlfriend Agrees to go Topless”…. Things heat up. A lot!

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Hotwife shared with husband’s co-worker….

Swinger Club 2a

Adrian edges away from the closed bedroom door. He slips quietly along the hallway and goes out the back to sit in the sun. It’s a while before Sara approaches and cuddles him from behind. “Hey, husband, are you okay?” she asks softly.
Adrian covers her hands with his and nods, pressing his head to hers. “I’m okay. Just soaking it in, baby.”
“Hmm – me too. I’m soaking in a nice big load of Frank’s cum…. My pussy is so gooey with it right now,” she whispers into his ear. “Did you hear me being fucked? I didn’t know he would be like that.”
“Me either, baby.” Adrian peers back at the door. “Where is he now?”
“He said he’d come back in a couple of hours. He thought we would want to be alone for a while.”
Sara slips onto Adrian’s lap. He can feel the moist heat of her pussy against his thigh. “I saw him really pounding you, baby. He had you spread open and pinned down, but you sounded like you were enjoying it.”
“I was enjoying it. It was nice to be taken like that. He made me cum so hard and just kept fucking me….”
“I can feel how hot you are down there right now, Sara. It’s weird that it’s from Frank.”
“I know. I have panties on in case I drip too much. I hope his load was as thick as the one’s last night.” She kisses and whispers close again, “I’d like it to stay inside me. I bet it’s really heavy with sperm….” She kisses Adrian’s cheek and nibbles then breathes in his ear again, “It’s so exciting to have been fucked by a man who can get me pregnant.” She moans softly. “I think our marriage just got cummed in, Adrian. I’m a wife who’s been nailed and pumped full of another man’s seed.” She has her hands wedged between her thighs and she’s squirming against her fingers. Adrian’s cock has lifted. It’s sore but erect.
The idea of fucking his wife when she’s slick from Frank’s load doesn’t appeal enough to keep him hard for long. Sara goes back inside and gets him breakfast. He watches some golf on TV for a while. Sara does her nails and spends some time online with her chat groups. Frank comes back just after lunch. Adrian’s dozing in his lounge chair. Sara lets their friend in, holding his hand as she brings him into the lounge room to face Adrian. “You men talk. I’m going to get changed,” she says.
“Hey, man,” Adrian begins.
“Hey,” Frank replies, half smiling. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s all good. I know you won’t go bragging at work or anything, man…. I get you would probably feel pumped over nailing my wife like that, but as long as it’s just between us.”
“Thanks, man. Yeah, I do feel pumped about it, I have to admit. Sara’s hot. I’m fucking stoked I got onto her.” Frank sits opposite. “Plus that was my first fuck in ages, man. I came in her so fucking huge.”
Adrian nods. He feels his face flush. “Yeah that bit is kind of freaky – you actually cumming inside of her.”
“Yeah, it must be strange for you, man. I get that it would be…. Feels great for me though – knowing that she’s probably been dripping from me all morning.” Frank meets Adrian’s eyes. “I’m going to fuck her and cum in her again later, okay? I don’t want to have to pull out or anything.”
“No, you don’t have to pull out,” Adrian replies and takes a breath. He nods. “I want you to stay in when you cum. I’ll just have to get used to it a bit.”
Frank smiles. “Awesome! And I’ve got another fucking huge load building too. I can feel it.” He grabs his package. “The way her tight little pussy sucks your cock, I’ll have her belly full of cum by tonight.”

****

Sara comes back wearing her tee-shirt dress, her tits unfettered beneath it quite obviously. She sits on the lounge and tucks her feet up, her bare pussy and little landing strip visible for a moment before she spreads a cotton blanket to cover her legs.
They settle back watching the end of the golf then a movie. Adrian is half dozing when he sees Sara motion to Frank with a smile and toss of her head. Frank meets his gaze as he stands and walks to the lounge. Sara looks to Adrian as well, biting down on her smile. She lifts the blanket and tugs on Frank’s hand for him to get in behind her………….

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Married Couple visit a Swinger Club”.

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Sisters share a used condom….

Portrait of a naked girl with red-haired

Angela snuck along the landing. She could hear the bed squeaking in her room. In spite of all she had seen and done so far that weekend, the sight of her little sister on hands and knees being slammed into a pillow still shocked her. The view was from the side of the mating couple. Tanya’s face was turned away. Mark was holding the back of her neck and thrusting into her, his body slapping against her bottom and jolting her little breasts. He was drawing back slowly then thrusting hard. Tanya let out a moan as he pounded against her again.
Her pants had of course been removed. They were on the floor. Her dress was bunched right up to her neck. Another powerful thrust had Mark jammed hard against her with his head tossed back and a strained expression twisting his face.
“That’s it – he’s done,” a voice whispered at Angela’s shoulder.
Paul was there, yawning and looking dishevelled form a pillow. Angela claimed his hand and led him away from the door before her sister realized they had been watching. “Wait, I need the bathroom,” he said, pulling her into the common one next to the room where Jack was.
“I don’t want to come in and watch,” she complained in horror at the thought.
“No – I’m only brushing my teeth.” Paul grinned. “Come on, the guys told me you gave them another kiss. I want one too but I need to brush first.”
“Oh,” Angela said, blushing a bit. She liked that he wanted to brush before kissing her. That was nice. She leaned back against the wall gripping a towel rail behind her back and watched him scrub his mouth vigorously.
He approached, wiping his face on a hand towel. She bit her lip, peering up at him. “Sexy,” he said, grinning and glancing down at her breasts.
“Uh huh….”
He lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. There was a door beside where she was leaning. It adjoined the small bedroom. Jack was right there on the other side of the thin wall, and Angela knew he would not be sleeping yet.
“Do you like my dress, Paul?” she asked, loud enough that he would hear. “Do you like how see-through it is?”
“I like it,” Paul answered, also speaking normally, his deep voice resonating in the small room.
Even the sound of his kiss was loud. Angela deliberately moaned into his mouth. She scuffled her elbow against the wall.
“Your nipples are dark. I always wondered, but you never show them,” Paul said. “You’re always very well covered – conservative.”
“I know…. I still will be after this too. Don’t you like mystery?”
“Oh I like it. You’re all class, Ang…. Makes this all the more exciting.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m excited too.”
His powerful thigh was flexing between hers. She couldn’t help lowering onto it and allowing pressure against her sex. He lifted his leg slightly and helped her. “Jack said no touching, but that isn’t touching, right? As long as I don’t use my hands.”
“That’s okay. It’s nice with your leg between mine like that,” she answered for Jack’s benefit.
Paul kissed her harder, searching her mouth with his tongue. His thigh continued to flex and soften. He was rubbing her very deliberately with it. She was going to orgasm again if he kept it up. She pressed against his rippling taut belly, scuffling the wall inadvertently now. She broke off another kiss and whispered to him. “You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”
He grinned. “Good.”
Angela clung to him as he lifted her, spreading her legs and getting between them. He held her against the wall and ground his covered erection against her crotch. “Like that?” he groaned into her mouth. “Do you like that, Ang?”
“Uh huh…. Just slow like that, Paul. I can feel you so nicely.”
“I can feel you through those little panties too, Ang. You feel so fucking wet.”
Angela’s orgasm hit. She clung to Paul’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around him. The head of his dick was poking into her, their clothing restricting the penetration. He adjusted his position to keep the head of his penis in place, humping slowly with his pelvis. She relaxed and allowed that. His hands were beneath her bottom, his fingers spreading her pussy lips open.
Mark walked past the open door, fixing his clothing. Angela squirmed from Paul’s clutches. “I need to go and check on my sister,” she said and left Paul standing there holding his cock, the front of his pants quite wet. “You can do that more later,” she tossed back over her shoulder with a grin.
Angela hurried to her room and closed the door. Tanya was in the bathroom. There was an open condom packet and used condom on the bedside table. “Hey, Tan – what about this apple pie?”
Tanya flushed and came out. “I know – I came back but you were being groped and kissed, so I didn’t want to disturb.” She flopped on the bed. “That’s it. No more sex with me today. I’m exhausted,” she huffed.
Angela found her blue bikini in her bag and stripped her dress to put it on. She had a little floral beach dress that she pulled out of her bag as well. “It’s dangerous getting around here half-dressed. Those guys ARE horn dogs.”
“Tell me about it. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But it’s because of these stupid things.” She grabbed the condom and lay back down. Angela flopped beside her. She felt the full end of the condom too. It was still warm.
“Eww,” she said, screwing up her nose.
Tanya just smiled. She had the knot undone. She put the open end in her mouth and lifted the end making the gooey fluid pool against her closed lips.
“No!” Angela cried. “Don’t you dare!”
Tanya continued grinning with her eyes. She parted her lips softly, and the contents of the condom leaked into her mouth. She got up on an elbow and opened to show Angela the thick stringy pool under her tongue.
“You’re disgusting!” Angela scolded, but she also grabbed her sister’s ribs and tickled her. “You little tramp. You’ve been watching that nasty Vera too much already.”
Tanya was squirming and laughing and squealing as best she could with her mouth full. She let out a clear squeal and Angela relented. Tanya sat up, swallowing at the taste of the semen it seemed.
“Well, you can’t just waste it. It takes them so much effort to make such a tiny – not even mouthful – of semen, and you’re just going to toss it in the trash? Here – do you want a taste?” Tanya asked teasingly. She had poked the condom inside-out.
Angela frowned. Actually she did want to taste it.
“Go on – it can’t hurt you,” her sister said more seriously.
“Alright, but give it to me. I’m not licking it off your fingers…. I’m sure the guys would love that.”
“Careful, there’s still some in there,” Tanya said, pinching the deflated tube with her nails and keeping a small pool of fluid captured in the narrow extended end.
Angela took the thing, keeping that bit upright. The latex was wet. She recognised the same smell as from Jack. The semen wasn’t from Jack, though, and that made her belly tingle as she took the little nodule on the end into her mouth and tasted the fluid that seeped from it onto her tongue.
“That’s so hot. Don’t waste any,” Tanya said, watching closely.
Angela was blushing, but she poked her fingers into the tube and spread them while she licked the semen from it. She rolled her eyes at her sister. “Don’t worry – I know what a guy’s cum tastes like. I probably should have done this with Jack’s all the while we were using condoms – now that you mention how much effort it takes them to produce this stuff.” She shook the condom off her fingers at her sister. “Eww – now my fingers are wet, and that would be from you. That really is yucky!”
She went to the bathroom and washed her hands, licking her lips and still swallowing at the strong taste in her mouth. “Bet they wouldn’t want to kiss us now,” she scoffed as she flopped back on the bed.
“So – is it different to Jack’s?”
“It’s different because it’s not Jack’s…. I think it tastes about the same, but it feels nice knowing I have a couple of billion little sperm from a different guy swimming around in my mouth right now. Or at least that’s what I imagine as long as I can still taste it like this.” Angela blushed at the next bit of that thought. “Too bad he doesn’t know I licked up his cum……………..”

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies”.

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Hotwife Miranda

X-Rated story excerpt:

Adin sees Miranda over the back of the restaurant at a table with their friends. He leaves his uncle and walks around the crowd, picking up a tall scotch from the bar before joining her. The young, dark-haired Julian is with a group nearby and continually exchanges glances and smiles with Miranda throughout dinner. Adin catches his gaze several times and gets smiled at quite pleasantly, each time attempting to offer something positive in reply, but sensing failure in that. Sienna is as bubbly and talkative as ever. Miranda seems as subdued and distracted as Adin is.
Immediately after their meals, and with the band setting up, Miranda leans close to whisper to Adin, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah…. Already?”
Miranda squeezes his hand and kisses his cheek. “I love you,” she further whispers and stands and walks over to where the guy Julian is standing with another couple of men. Miranda approaches beside him and is welcomed with his arm going around her waist. Adin meets Sienna’s eyes and does a little shrug in defeat. He lifts his hand to wave her a goodbye and stalks over to the bar.
Adin sits there with his back turned to his wife. He can see her in a mirrored wall behind the bar. She glances at him a few times but is chatting and laughing with the group of men. Before long her lover takes her hand and leads her towards the stairs. Adin turns on his bar stool and watches them. Miranda looks back from the top of the stairs and he holds her gaze for a few seconds before she does a little finger wave and turns away.
*
Adin can’t bring himself to follow his wife right away. He leans forward on his elbows and covers his mouth with his hands. His gut is tight and his blood is fizzing and causing a spell of light-headedness. The band suddenly starts and the blast of sound hits him hard and shocks him out of the haze that has descended upon him. He downs his drink and stalks through the restaurant to the stairs. His heart is in his throat as he trudges up and along the hallway to the viewing room. He opens the door and slips in, going to the window and looking through to see Miranda nude on the bed and Julian kicking away his jeans and crawling over her.
The lighting is as Adin had set it. He watches his wife open her mouth and accept the kiss of the man on top of her. It’s a tender kiss that becomes searching then passionate. It’s a mutual kiss, with Miranda giving as much as she’s being taken.
Adin watches while this other man feels his wife’s opening and prepares it for entry. The guy is simple and direct. He just fingers Miranda for a minute then positions the head of his cock and pushes into her.
Miranda spreads her legs wide and grips his butt, holding him while he thrusts then raking up his back when he starts pounding her. She has her head turned aside and is looking at the mirror. It appears to Adin that she has hardly built much excitement at all before the guy between her legs is jammed hard against her and obviously blowing his load.
Adin’s wife strokes down the back of her young lover and grips his bottom to hold him close. He’s propped on his elbows with her face in his hands. He resumes kissing her. His hips are rolling gently, his butt clenching with each thrust into Miranda. Her legs are relaxed aside, her knees bent up and her feet planted. Adin can’t quite see their coupling at the angle he’s viewing from, as they are lying diagonally across the bed. The guy is alternating between kissing Adin’s wife and watching her tits bounce as he thrusts into her.
Miranda begins lifting and grinding against him. She is undulating up off the mattress and fucking herself on the young guy’s cock. Adin squeezes his own erection and watches her build and go into orgasm before the guy on top of her takes control again and resumes pounding her.
Adin watches intently until the guy powers up into his wife and holds firm, pumping a second load of cum into her belly. Adin then slumps on the couch behind him and lies there staring at the ceiling and holding his limp cock in his pants, agonizing over the feel of his beautiful wife’s nude body pressed against him – over the thought of it, and the knowledge that this other man is experiencing that right then.
After probably a half hour lying there, Adin gets up to check through the window again. The bedside lamp is off, and in the dim glow he can see Miranda cuddled up to the guy’s chest. They’re talking and he’s stroking her back. She lifts to kiss him. He holds her head and takes her deeply for a while before releasing her – her head returning to rest upon his chest again.
Adin stands there watching for an hour until he’s sure they’re sleeping. He then abandons his vigil and just checks every now and then over the next few hours. He’s drinking steadily and feeling less pain. He dozes on and off too, and it’s about three in the morning when he checks the window and finds his wife being fucked again. They are under the bed cover. The guy is on top – Miranda’s legs obviously bent up and spread as he thrusts between them. This seems to go on for ages before he finally jams hard against her and pumps his third load of cum into her fertile womb, as Adin pictures it.
The kissing then resumes and Adin turns away and slumps onto his couch to give in to his drunkenness and welcome the mind-numbing relief of sleep…………

From “All Night Long: A Hotwife Awakening”.

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