Got to man-up with her

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There was something different going on here. I didn’t know what, but there was something about the look in Renee’s eyes. It’s like she was smiling deep down and trying to hide it.

And okay, I get it, I’m a bit of a fucking loser. I think the fact I had everything handed to me growing up didn’t help. My parents are winners, no doubt about that. They each own their businesses and have always been successful. I grew up an only child on an allowance and didn’t fucking bother much. I guess I got used to being looked after, got used to a big gold-lined safety net.

I’d been doing it tough lately, adding one night shift a week and picking up Saturdays as well. I was going to try changing it up with my music and hopefully get a few gigs around town. There’s a good range of covers I can do, and maybe slip in a bit of my own work. Better than sweating it out on a fucking production line.

“What are you thinking about?” Renee asked.

I had taken over driving, just mulling shit over.

“Nothing much. Do you wanna see where that goes?” There was a sign: Naturist Beach. Clothing Optional.

I pulled up just past the turn off. Renee was looking back at it. She turned to me blushing and bit down on her grin.

“Well?” I challenged her. After the shit she pulled with Keith the other night, I was fucking game if she was.

“Hmm, that’d be interesting,” she said.

I shrugged. “We’ve got plenty of time. It isn’t much further to the lake house. We can check in a bit later.”

“I guess we could have a quick look for now. Maybe come back another day to try it out?”

My cock flexed at the thought of Renee stripping off at a beach. I’d been checking out her legs all trip in her little floral skirt. It was tight across her thighs and damn short, almost flashing her panties. She’s got fucking amazing legs.

I swung the SUV around and headed down the sandy track. I reached over and squeezed Renee’s thigh. Her hands closed over mine, holding me there. I was sure I felt her roll her pelvis a little, like she wanted to dry hump but subdued it—just like that fucking smile she’d definitely had in her belly all day.

Yeah, Renee had my fucking measure alright. She had everything under control and the way she wanted it. I was all too aware that she was my meal ticket these days, but I was still the fucking man, right! Fuck she was gonna get it when I got her into bed that night. I hadn’t screwed her in ages. I had to stop jacking off over internet porn and fucking man up with her.

I squeezed into her, feeling back further and touching the hot dampness of her inner thigh. She definitely humped my hand a bit. She was looking straight ahead but that smile was right there in her eyes. I glanced down her beautiful body and remembered one night only a couple of months ago, my mate Jordan had dropped by and Renee had walked out of the bedroom topless and just with her arm across her tits. Jordan was sitting on a lounge chair with his mouth open and his eyes bulging out of his head. Renee walked right past without seeing him there, too busy yabbering on at me. She went into the laundry and rummaged through the wash basket. Then she turned in the doorway with a bra in her hand and stood facing me and Jordan with her tits bare while she was still going on about me not having put away the washing or some shit. Then she looked up and her eyes popped open. She had her hands behind her back, doing up her bra clasp. The little lacy trim thing was hanging down and her tits were full on bare!

Jordan was staring at them. Renee seemed to freeze. The bra slipped from her grasp and one side of it flung around, and she dropped it and put her hands over her tits. Her face went bright red and she just stood there gawking back at Jordan. Then she kind of grimaced and half grinned, and she lowered to pick up the bra, flashing her tits again when she adjusted one arm to cover both.

The thing about it though—like, the thing I remember most—she stayed facing us the whole time. She could have backed into the laundry and that, but she didn’t, she walked towards us and was all fucking giggly and saying hi to Jordan. And he was getting a fucking eyeful, with her just holding that one arm over her tits for a good couple of minutes while we all chatted and laughed.

“So, you know that time when you came out topless and Jordan was there?” I reminded my wife and met her immediate little blush in response. “I actually don’t mind that that happened so much now. It was pretty fucking hot when I think about it.”

“Oh yeah?”

I shrugged. “It would be hot if you went topless while we’re here at all. I wouldn’t mind you getting checked out a bit.”

“Hmm, I’ve been wondering how you felt about that kind of thing nowadays. It was a complete accident that time with Jordan.”

I felt my face flush a little. “Complete accident, huh?”

“Yes, it was an accident!” Renee defended, glaring through her smile and blush.

I glanced from the little track I was negotiating. “I think it was an accident at first, up until you dropped your bra.” I glanced again. “Then you came over with just your arm across your tits!” I looked at my wife’s chest then back at her face. “I think we just laughed it off, didn’t we? So did Jordan.”

“Hmm, I guess,” Renee said softly. “And has Jordan ever mentioned another time he caught me less than fully dressed?”

“What?” My entire body flushed. “When?”

“About a month later, one Saturday night you guys came home really drunk and stoned, and I only half woke up at the noise you were making. Then I was just lying there on our bed but with the covers kicked off because it was so hot. I was completely naked and lying on my back. I was barely even awake but kind of registered that you guys were back. Then I saw the door move a little and I woke up a bit more, enough to make out Jordan’s face in the light coming from the living room.”

“Aw fuck, seriously! He was fucking perving on you?!”

“Yes, but he was swaying drunkenly there in the doorway, holding the door handle with one hand and feeling his package with the other. And I didn’t quite know what to do because it was turning me on, Martin. I had my legs open and the light from the living room was across my whole body.”

“Oh fuck me!” I cried, shocked.  I don’t know what else I was feeling. My cock was firming though. “So, what happened then, baby? Did you say anything to him?”

Renee grimaced. “I was just watching him look at me. He was swaying so badly and was staring between my legs mostly but he looked at my face and saw me watching him.”

“Aw fuck!”

“I know, Martin, but he was so drunk and out of it. He just stood there holding his crotch and rubbing his mouth.”

“Yeah, but what did you do, baby? I never knew anything about this.”

“I know. You were crashed out on the lounge, so I realized later.” Renee squeezed my hand, pulling it across and over her thigh again. “I didn’t do anything, Martin. I just laid there and let him look at me for another minute before he turned and walked away.”

“Oh shit. Holy fuckin’ shit, baby. That’s fucked up, isn’t it? Why haven’t you said anything?”

Renee grimaced guiltily again. “Because I liked it.” She held my gaze as I glanced from the track again. “Because things have been so unexciting between us, and I loved the attention, I suppose.”

That struck a chord. That was fair enough, I had to admit to myself. I just swallowed hard and intertwined fingers with Renee as she squeezed mine.

She took a big breath and grimaced. “I often let you guys look up my skirt or dress… All your friends try to sneak a peep when they come over, don’t they?”

I swallowed hard and looked to my wife again. I looked at her legs, where she had bunched the hem of her dress up a bit and had the crotch of her panties exposed. She was right about the guys always trying to check her out.

“Have you ever noticed how I always go and get changed when I come home and any of your friends are there, Martin?”

I took a breath. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“And always into something short or revealing up top.”

“You always look sexy, baby.” I swallowed hard again.

“Hmm, I try.”

Renee’s panties were chequered blue and white. I’d seen them around home plenty of times. I’d seen my buddies checking those particular ones out a few times too. I knew they always tried to get a look up her skirts. I wasn’t aware she had been dressing to deliberately flash for them.

“But you wouldn’t ever let anything happen though, would you, love? Nothing beyond a bit of flashing and tease, right?”

Renee’s blush fired up. “No! Of course not!”

I swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. “Okay, good.”

“But..?” Renee’s eyes changed to tease.

“But what?”

She shrugged a little. “What about the way I was dressed with Keith the other night? You haven’t said anything.”

“That was pretty fucking revealing, love. Those tiny panties were wedged inside of you. It’s like they were stuck to you.”

“Mmm I know.” Renee moaned as she cuddled closer and reached for my cock. “They were completely soaked. That’s why they were stuck to me, Martin.”

“Aw fuck.”

“Uh huh, and I’ve got more tiny lace panties like that for our holiday too. And I’ve got even shorter nighties to wear with them.”

“You have?” I was boning up hard, my wife’s small hand squeezing through my shorts.

“Yes I do. But are you going to do anything about it or what?”

“Anything about it? You mean?”

Renee glared playfully. “Or do I have to find some other man to start taking care of me?”

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard, groping her body and searching her hot open mouth with my tongue. I was ready to fuck my beautiful woman right there in the car but some people appeared from the scrub right in front of us.

“Oh my god!” Renee cried.

“Holy shit!”

It was two middle-aged men and a woman. They were leathery-skinned, sun-browned and completely naked, apart from footwear and hats. They all waved. Renee waved back. I raised my hand slowly and offered a smile as they walked by my open window.

“Afternoon. Lovely day for it,” one of the men offered, beaming a smile back at us. He had quite a large member. The other man’s was small. The woman was flat-chested, her pussy waxed bare.

They opened one of the parked cars and started getting dressed. Renee and I watched them quietly. “That’s so amazing,” she whispered to me. “Should we go check it out?”

My bravery had waned a bit. “I don’t know, they were totally bare-arsed.”

“Yes, but the sign says optional. I’m sure you don’t have to strip down completely.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Just take off your shirt. Those shorts will be fine.”

I swallowed hard and looked at my wife. She was undoing the halter neck of her dress.

“But what are you going to wear, love?”

“My bikini is right on top in my bag.”

“Oh.”

Renee got out of the car and went to the back, lifting the door open. She unzipped her bag and slipped off her bra. Both men were watching her. She stood with her bikini in her hand, her dress hanging down around her waist and her tits bare as she sorted the strings. The guy with the smaller dick nodded to me then followed his friend’s gaze back to my wife. That guy had on a shirt but was still bare below the waist, his long uncut cock hanging there. I craned over my shoulder to see Renee blushing but facing the men full-frontal, her nipples tight, her tits rising and falling as she breathed, and tied the bikini string around her waist.

She did the knot and swivelled the bikini top around, just tugging it up a little then leaving it with the cups and neck strings still hanging down.

The woman was watching from the front seat of their car. The smaller dick man was standing in the open doorway and stroking her hair. The other guy was staring openly at Renee. He raised his arms and stretched, his cock seeming to lift upward slightly. There was another guy I hadn’t noticed before. His head had appeared above some scrub and he was watching intently too. There was a sound to my right and I turned to see another two men had appeared and were there beside the open passenger side door.

“Hey, how’s it going?” one of them asked, smiling in at me. “Are you guys heading down to the beach?” He had a towel around his waist and his cock poking at it. His friend was dressed in swimmer briefs.

“Na, man, we just stopped for a minute,” I said and spun further around that way to see Renee was tying her bikini top behind her neck and blushing and smiling at the two new guys. They were both about my age, maybe a couple of years older—late-thirties at most.

Those two guys moved on, walking close by Renee and getting her to smile at them as they looked her over. She glared playfully at me through the back of the SUV as she picked up her bikini bottoms. I glared back but she just grimaced and kept on smiling defiantly.

The two older guys and the one looking over from behind them were still watching. The two guys who had just walked past the car were leaning on their car and watching my wife as well. She peered around at them all briefly then hooked her thumbs in her dress at her waist.

My heart was thumping in my throat. What the fuck! No, don’t, baby!

Renee pushed down her dress and her panties with it. One of the younger guys whistled low, and her blush deepened. She keeps only a thin strip of pubic hair. Her slit was bald and clearly on display to the men.

The old hung dude was holding his huge cock to one side now.

I gripped my head and just swallowed hard.

Renee separated her panties from her dress, dropping the panties in her open bag and folding the dress. She had turned away from the guys, side-on to the older ones, and the younger guys were both tilting to have a look at her from behind. She was still holding her bikini pants as she searched in her bag for something else. She pulled out a small zip-up vanity case and took a hair band from it.

She met my glare again and just stared back at me. Her eyes looked kind of glazed.

“Baby, they’re all fucking watching you.”

“Uh huh, I know,” she said, and she reached for me.

I reached and squeezed her hand. She was then bending all the way over and the older men approached and joined the younger ones to look in behind her legs.

“Yeah, like that, sweetheart, let’s have a look,” the old hung guy called out.

Renee looked back at them but remained bent over.

“Baby, what the fuck!”

“I know, but it’s so exciting,” she said to me, and she looked over her shoulder again.

The men had edged closer to form a half-circle around the back of our car. There were five of them, including the one from the scrub, a fat old guy with nothing on and a thick stumpy cock in his hand. The woman was watching from her car but was standing now and feeling a tit in through an open shirt with one hand and had the other down a pair of shorts.

“Fucking get in the car!” I growled at my wife and I pulled her by the arm, into the back with our luggage. I hit the ignition and drove, keeping hold of Renee and spinning the car around and the hell out of there.

The men were cheering. Renee was just lying there between our bags and gazing blankly back at them, her free hand between her thighs and covering her pussy.

I drove for a bit then got out and slammed shut the back door. I got back in the driver’s seat and waited while my wife climbed through and pulled a dress back on.

“What the fuck, Renee?”

She looked at me. There was spirit in her eyes again. “I don’t know, Martin. I don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry.” She grimaced. “It was just so exciting seeing them all naked like that. It was amazing, don’t you think?”

My cock had receded but I had been erect throughout that whole ordeal. I couldn’t be angry with my wife. It wouldn’t have been fair to accuse her of what had somehow aroused me as well. I didn’t get it though, and I didn’t like the way those guys were checking her out.

Well, if Renee hadn’t been my wife, I would have been lined up with them. But she was my wife!

I huffed a breath. “That just got a bit fucking crazy, love. I thought they were going to try and jump you.”

“I know, they were so obvious about it, weren’t they? I didn’t know it would be like that exactly. I thought it was just about getting with nature at nudist places.”

We were only five kilometres from our destination on the navigator. The dress Renee had pulled on was a different one. It was a short pale blue and white striped smock, the arm holes all the way down to her waist and her red bikini top on show. She was fixing her hair into a band and glanced at me checking out her tits.

“I can’t believe the way you stayed topless with those guys, love. That was pretty full-on.”

She left her hair in a ponytail and plucked at the side of her bikini top. “Did you enjoy me doing that?”

I huffed a breath and glanced from the road again. I nodded a little. “Until they started crowding ya.”

Renee smiled and arched forward as she stretched back in her seat. The broad skirt of her dress was nearly revealing her down below. I noticed it was up at the back and she would have been bare-arsed on the leather seat. I looked up from her legs to meet her gaze.

“It feels so exciting being dressed like this, Martin.”

I glanced from the road and at her legs again. She was fiddling with her dress at her waist, straightening it beneath the seatbelt, and in doing so, tugging it up a bit. I leant forward slightly and had a look at her cunt. My cock flexed in my shorts again. Renee reached across and squeezed it, biting her smile playfully now.

There was a truck parking area 300 meters ahead. It was empty. I swung from the road and sprayed gravel skidding to a halt beneath a tree.

Renee laughed and squealed as I grabbed her. I pushed up her dress and pushed down my shorts. I had her pressed against her door and I got in behind her and forced my cock up her like that. She clung to the seatbelt, winding it around her hand up high, while gripping the headrest of the seat in her other hand. I pounded into her with the handbrake poking my arse cheek uncomfortably, though I didn’t care about that. I was fucking my beautiful wife for the first time in ages, and I pounded her hard and fast until I was about to blow, then I pulled out and spurted up her side and back.

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Creamed her good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” Catherine uttered through her blush.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tod chuckled. “Creamed her good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paulo pinched and twisted Catherine’s nipples again.

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

“Do you like that?” Paulo asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aw fuck yeah!” he cried.

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

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

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

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

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

“He did!” Catherine accused, giggling.

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

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

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

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Girlfriend Agrees to go Topless…

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

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Catherine looked at the other two boys as Tod’s hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing, so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping, and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again, Tod released her then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress.

“Fuck yes!” Paulo groaned, while Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open.
Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple, her dress sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending, though, and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.

Next they had a ride on the go-carts, then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. “This is for you,” he announced to Catherine. “But I’ll carry it for you.”

There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark, and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.

They got back to the Ferris wheel, and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive.

Catherine smiled up at him. “What is it?” she asked sweetly.

“Well….” he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. “Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?”

“Sat next to me?” Catherine repeated.

“Yeah – if he sat with you and had a feel like I did.”

Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. “Is that what you want?” she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought. “I’ll do it if you say so,” she added softly, before the guy had a chance to change his mind.

They got back into line, and when their turn came around, Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.

The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for Paulo to do something. The wheel had gone around once, and on the way up the second time, Paulo put his arm across the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then Paulo’s fingers wiggled in further, and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over Catherine’s nipple, sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast, and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.

Catherine looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down, and she lifted her arm more so the other boy could get his hand in underneath her dress.

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Paulo felt the girl’s bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead, and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit, and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand, but she wedged her hands between her thighs and stopped him.
Being denied that, Paulo concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard the girl’s nipple was, and he pinched it then jiggled her tit and pinched it again.

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“You’re next,” Tod said to his brother, making Catherine’s blush deepen.

“No – that’s okay,” Timmy stammered nervously, and the other two boys laughed.

Catherine relaxed back against Paulo while he continued feeling her breast. The boys started laughing and chatting, which eased the tension. Catherine just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn’t so much what the boy was doing, but the fact that it was in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching the other one do it.

Paulo also continued stroking her leg, and Catherine relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh, and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties, and she looked down and could see them exposed. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. The ride finally ended, though, and Catherine was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again, then he spent the last of his money on a soda, while she had to buy her own. It was getting late, so they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island.

The sea was like glass it was so calm. They cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her, then he moved to her ear and whispered, “Can I fuck you again?”

“What – now?” Catherine uttered.

“Yeah. It’s too dark for them to see anything.”

“But how? There’s no room,” Catherine protested, tingling all over.

“Cut the engine, Timmy,” Tod commanded, and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. “Lie over the front and let me do it from behind again,” he said to Catherine.

“I’ve got a rubber here.”

He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and obediently leaned over the bow of the boat. The seat was padded, and she knelt on that. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

“You have to lick her a bit to make her wet,” Paulo said, causing Catherine to blush in the moonlight.

Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit, and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two boys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur – how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.
Tod had finished preparations, so he got up and stuck his cock in. It slipped in easily, and he moved right over Catherine’s back and started humping her.

Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against the guy’s weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off, but she enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock, and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him.

Tod then started to grunt and gasp for breath, his thrusts getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of Catherine’s, and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed, and she felt his cock throbbing. It went on and on, and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her, and he was emptying his balls completely that time. She just waited until he finished and lifted from her back with his little cock slipping out.
Catherine’s panties were around her knees. She pulled them up before turning to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned while Paulo was just grinning. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly, and Catherine smiled shyly at them.
Tod tossed the condom into the water, and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her, and this one looked as full as the first one did.

“That felt good,” Tod puffed. “Did you like it when I licked you?”

“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “It was nice.”

“What about your knees – did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?”

“No – it was fine,” Catherine said shyly, looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.

Tod’s breathing was returning to normal. He rested back, looking across at his buddy.

“She feels really good from behind like that,” he said, causing Catherine’s blush to fire up again. “She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep.” He squeezed

Catherine’s knee. “Don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she uttered again.

“So, do you want to try it?” he asked Paulo.

Paulo nodded. “Yeah – I want to….”

“Can he?” Tod asked Catherine, and another hot flush swept over her entire body.

“Okay,” she said softly, biting her lip…..

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

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

From the Amazon eBook ‘Girlfriend Wants a Freelove Weekend’

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Taken in front of her husband…

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

*

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

*

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

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