Sample scene- Cars & Girls

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Sally bounced up and down and clapped, leading the applause. Wanda grinned, went red, embarrassed, proud and excited in equal measures. Sally offered a hand and helped Wanda up. “Congratulations. Shall we begin?” She gestured toward the mat.

Wanda tugged at the zip on the front of her one-piece, holding it out and offering it to Sally. “Let’s begin here.” she said.

Sally took the zip, and drew it slowly down. Wanda stood with hands behind her back, the arch of her back thrusting her breasts forwards and drawing the sides of the suit apart. It was soon obvious that she wore nothing under the one-piece.

The zip went down to just above Wanda’s crotch. When she had pushed it as far as it would go, Sally ran a finger up either side, pushing them further apart.

Wanda’s breasts were full and firm, and they popped out from the material just before Sally reached them. She whisked her fingers all the way up to Wanda’s shoulders, pushing the material back off them and down her arms. With a little shrug, Wanda made the suit drop all the way to her feet.

Sally stepped back to take in Wanda’s trim body. She was toned from cycling and swimming, muscles defined, but not so ripped that they broke up the smooth curves. Her breasts had a little sag to them, the nipples pointing upwards and a little away from each other as they separated. Her stomach tapered down, narrowing and pointing to her sex. She had shaved her pubic hair, and was sexily bare above the lips of her pussy.

Zoe clapped enthusiastically. “Damn, you’re even sexier than last time girl.”

Wanda grinned at the interruption, reminded of her introduction to The Gang. “I’ve been working out.” she said. “You like?” she asked Sally.

“Oh yes. You’re gorgeous.” They were all gorgeous. Sally knew she was going to feel this thrill every time she saw one of them naked for the first time. She stepped up to Wanda, eager hands cupping the other woman’s breasts, squeezing them and playing with them. Her thumbs flicked across Wanda’s nipples. They kissed, then Sally ducked her head to lick and nibble at the now taut little buds.

Cupping one of Wanda’s breasts in her left hand, Sally ran her right down the other woman’s body. Her fingers paused on the smooth skin of the shaved mons, dancing and sliding across it. Then they moved down toward the warm, inviting pussy lips below.

Sally loved playing with other women. As two of her fingers slid over Wanda’s lips, and slipped into the warmth and wetness, her own sex tingled with sympathetic pleasure. If her mouth hadn’t been full, she would have echoed Wanda’s sigh of pleasure.

Moving her fingers inside Wanda, and enjoying the hip movements they stimulated, Sally let the breast go, and sank slowly to her knees. She ended up with Wanda’s sex at just the right height to kiss and lick. Wanda rested a hand on the top of Sally’s head and gently drew her in, encouraging exploration and stimulation.

Sally’s tongue flickered over the hood covering Wanda’s clitoris, and the elusive little bud soon pushed out for more intimate attention. Wanda squeaked and pressed Sally in even closer as the pink button was stimulated. Both her hands were on Sally’s head now, not just to guide, but also for balance.

Wanda’s breath was coming in ecstatic squeaky gulps, and she had started to grind her crotch against Sally’s face. Sally turned her hand as she thrust her fingers in and out, and got instant feedback on how good that felt. Wanda had a lovely sharp taste to her sex, which, as she became more and more excited, mellowed as she produced ever more lubrication. Sally was just as wet. She wanted to reach down and play with herself. It took all her will to resist. She would soon have someone do it for her.

John had come around to stand behind Wanda and hold her up as the excitement played havoc with her sense of balance and she wanted to topple backwards in joy. He took the opportunity to play with her breasts, and she twisted her head so she could pull him in for a kiss. Sally looked up as Wanda’s cries of pleasure were silenced. She hadn’t noticed her lover’s move, or that the girls had all moved their chairs in closer for a better view. She had been so engrossed in licking and finger fucking Wanda, that the rest of the world had faded away.

Now she had the extra support, Wanda worked her right leg out of her clothes, and hooked it over Sally’s shoulder, opening herself up more to the probing fingers and tongue. She ground against Sally, drawing more and more pleasure from her.

Wanda’s hips started jerking, keeping time with the shouts of joy she made. As she came, John helped her down to the floor, and Sally followed, lapping at her pussy lips and clit as she did. Wanda writhed around under the attention, until she peaked with a loud cry of pleasure.

Sally kissed her way down Wanda’s trembling thighs and stood, unsteady with sexual excitement herself. Her lips, chin, nose and cheeks glistened with her own saliva and Wanda’s juices. She wiped some of the wetness away with her sleeve, and asked, “Who’s next?” Before anyone answered, she held up a finger for a pause, and sat next to Wanda. She kissed the grinning woman’s forehead, nose and lips. “As our winner, would you like some fun with John as well?”

Sample scene- In The Forest

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For a last photo, Helena called the boys in for a group shot. Renée had shivers of anticipation as they crowded around her, close enough to feel the warmth of their bodies. She sheathed her sword so that both hands were free to reach down and squeeze the buttocks of Henry and David. They pressed against her in response. Another squeeze, and their hands were on her thighs in response, working their way up and under the hem of her dress.

Renée tried to keep her focus on the camera, and her smile open. But it was tricky, as fingers were slipping over the curves of her butt cheeks and sneaking under the elastic of her underwear. Briefly, as they found her pussy lips from either side, she bit her bottom lip, holding in the sigh of pleasure. Her smile came back, wider, a little more manic.

With Arthur and TC on their knees before her, Renée was sure the photographer wouldn’t see the movement at he crotch. Derek, making magical look shapes with his arms, off to their right, caught a glimpse of the action, and was grinning himself. Renée caught the expression as she glanced to the side, and they exchanged knowing nods.

She wished she could plant her feet further apart, spreading her legs some more so those naughty fingers could work their way inside her. David and Henry were obviously thinking about the problem as well. One of the hands moved away- Henry’s, she decided as it squeezed her butt cheek on his side- as the other pushed the panel of her knickers aside so it could stroke up and down her wet labia.

A finger found its way between the lips and inside Renée. She couldn’t be sure whether she made any noise, but her mouth dropped open in happy surprise. The photographer had gone out of focus, but the way her head popped out from behind the camera suggested she had seen something.

Renée pressed her lips together, and forced her vision to clear up again. The photographer had a quizzical arch to her eyebrows, and a little smile. She could tell something naughty was going on. It was almost with disappointment that she announced, a few photos later, “Well, I’ve filled up that memory card. I think we’ve definitely got enough shots for today.”

TC and Arthur stood up, but stayed in front of Renée, screening her from the photographer and assistant as David’s finger worked a little further inside her. Derek walked around behind the group, getting a look, then joined them in front of Renée. Henry stepped aside, and she could move her feet further apart.

Renée reached out to brace herself on Henry’s and David’s shoulders. Then she had to take TC’s offered hand as David crouched down.

She could see over the men in front of her, and get a look at the photographer and assistant. They had almost everything in their car, and Helena was distracting them from the scrum that had developed as soon as the photo session had ended. That was good, Renée thought, because there was no way she could keep the excitement and lust from her expression now.

The doors of the photographer’s car slammed shut, and the engine started. That was good timing, because David was on his knees behind Renée now, tugging her knickers down. She moved her feet closer together again, so the underwear moved smoothly down her legs and he could work it past her shin guards easily.

Helena was still in the clearing. When they could no longer hear the crunch of the car’s tyres on the forest road, she walked over to the gate and closed and latched it. Renée lost track of her for a moment, because David was urging her to lift her foot so he could get it out of the knickers. She planted her feet wide apart again when the restriction was removed, and shivered as his fingers started the journey up the inside of her thighs.

Henry helpfully lifted the back of Renée’s dress, so that David could get a good look at her naked buttocks. They swayed for him, reacting unconsciously to the finger that had found its way back into her pussy. His other hand grasped a butt cheek, squeezing it and pulling it a little aside. Then he ducked in close, and flicked the tip of his tongue over the wrinkled hole of her arse.

“Oh my God!” Renée exclaimed. Then, in case he had got the wrong message from her cry, she added, “Do that again!” She pushed back against the eager tongue as it rimmed her, and tried to rotate her hips at the same time, to get the best from the two fingers inside her.

When Renée opened her eyes after a short burst of joyful expletives, she spotted Helena, just the other side of the Derek TC and Arthur. Her director had a huge grin. She had done something similar at the wrap party for their last film, after all, and knew just how much fun Renée was in for.

“Now, we do have more copies of Renée’s costume.” Helena said, “But I’d rather keep this one in good condition. So, if you boys could help her out of it, carefully, I’ll take it back to the studio. And then I’ll come back for you in a few hours.”

“Okay.” Renée managed to say, though it came out as almost a whisper. She nodded eagerly, in case she hadn’t been heard.

Sample scene- Masked

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Serge was at Helena’s elbow. He whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to have fun?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. Take my hand, and walk me down the stairs. I have men to meet.”

Helena held out her right hand, and Serge took it daintily then led her down the stairs. At the foot of the staircase, Helena looked around. Down here, the restriction of her vision from the mask was much more obvious. People milled around her, appearing as if from nowhere and disappearing just as quickly. Her peripheral vision was completely blocked. She resisted the temptation to pull the mask up and look around.

There were a lot of big hats and feathery headdresses in the room, Helena noticed as she strained to get her bearings. Renee made a good landmark, when the crowd cleared enough to spot her. She squeezed Serge’s hand in both of hers, gave a little bow and then headed for the statuesque woman.

However, Renee started moving away as Helena headed for her, going toward the large drawing room that opened onto the lawn and had a view down to the river. Helena looked around for another point of reference. Xena and the mysterious Henry were nowhere to be seen. She had been planning to reach Renee and then angle off to where she had last seen them. That plan was out of the window now. Maybe she should go with the flow, into the drawing room or library.

Helena jumped when she turned to see a mask just like hers right beside her. The man wearing it wasn’t Henry. He was scantily clad, wearing tight red trunks, with a lifesaver’s buoy and rope over his shoulder. Helena found herself concentrating on the front of those trunks, filled out impressively. She could almost see the veins on the fat, long cock pressing against the restraining material.

The lifeguard held out a hand, and Helena took it. Looking around, she realised she wasn’t the only one checking out his package, which made her grin.

Now that she had found one of her partners for the night, they needed somewhere to go to have their fun. He nodded to the far end of the hallway, where the crowd was thinner, and there were doorways through to kitchen and what had been the servants’ quarters. Helena thought about it for a fraction of a second, then nodded.

They did a little dance as they worked their way around the other guests. Finding themselves against the wall, they edged sideways until they found a door that looked like a panel in the wall. Helena found the handle, reaching blindly because she was distracted by the bulge in the lifeguard’s trunks again, and opened the door. They slipped inside.

“Oh.” Helena looked around. This wasn’t what she had expected. It was dark, and confined. There were shelves along both walls, and, not so far from the door, another wall with jackets and coats hanging from hooks. She had found the way into a cupboard. A large cupboard, admittedly, but not the room or hallway she had been expecting.

As she was about to find the door handle again and make an exit, she felt the warm, firm body of the lifeguard up against her. Without conscious urging, her hips angled toward him, pressing against the fat, hardening shaft in his trunks. Their masks butted together in the dark. Then he found the light switch, and a single, bare bulb illuminated them.

Now, Helena didn’t want to leave the cupboard. Not until she’d done what she came in here to do, anyway. She didn’t have to tell her lifeguard, either, he could tell from the way she was grinding against him. To make her intent even more obvious, she reached down. Searching through the beaded tassels, she found the hem of her dress and raised it up, revealing her naked sex.

The lifeguard’s left hand grasped Helena behind the right knee, lifting it and supporting her, whilst his right went for her pussy. His fingers slipped easily into her, telling her just how excited she was about this.

Helena gasped, and ground against the fingers. Her own hands were busy, pulling at the waistband of the trunks. The lifeguard’s erection sprang out of the gap, eager for attention. Helena was more than happy to give it. One hand grasped the warm, hard shaft, whilst the other carried on tugging the trunks down to free it completely.

It was a lovely cock. Long and hard, with a big, fat head and a fine curve to it. Helena ran her fingers up and down it, tweaking the glans, then working down to cup the balls. She needed it inside her, right away.

The lifeguard read Helena’s desires perfectly. The fingers came out of her pussy and moved around to grasp her left leg. He lifted her so that both feet were off the ground, and she grasped him around the neck to hold herself up. His hands moved up to clasp her buttocks and pulled her toward him.

She didn’t need to help his erection find her pussy. It slipped into her easily, filling her up. He took all her weight and turned, so that she rested against the softness of the coats rather than the hard edges of the shelves. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and levered them to rock against him.

They hit a rhythm quickly, the lifeguard pumping long and hard into Helena, and her grinding against him at the end of each thrust. She did her best to keep the grunts and cries of pleasure quiet, not sure if anyone could hear them outside. But then she felt the first shivers of orgasm, and gasped out loud.

The sound seemed even louder inside the confined space. Perhaps they could be heard outside, but now she didn’t care. The lifeguard joined in the happy sounds as his thrusts sped up. They both cried out their joy as they came together.

Legs trembling, the lifeguard held Helena up as he pumped semen deep inside her. She could feel herself filling up, then overflowing. He’d been carrying around quite a load, just for her. Slowly, he let her feet down to the floor again, and dipped his body to pull out of her.

As his still stiff cock left her body, Helena could feel a big drop of semen follow it. She imagined she heard it splash on the floor, and couldn’t help but giggle. She was still holding on to his neck to keep herself steady, but relaxed her grip to see if she could stand by herself.

Helena was grinning behind the mask. That had been good. Better than good, it had been great. Neither of them had said anything yet, and she wasn’t about to spoil the moment with words. Leaning toward the lifeguard, she pressed the forehead of her mask against his, mimicking a kiss. Then she squeezed past him and took the couple of steps to the door.

She couldn’t see the expression behind the mask, but the lifeguard’s body language suggested a smug grin. His trunks were still halfway down his legs, but he reached for the waistband and started pulling them up.

Helena opened the door a little and looked through the crack. She couldn’t see very much, though, so opened it further and stuck her head out. There were people milling around, but none of them seemed to be looking in her direction. She slipped sideways through the door, closing it behind her.

Sample scene- Tanya’s Visitors

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Tanya used her long legs to lever herself up and out of the chair, and took a few strides to get to the door. She grabbed the handle, but didn’t open the door just yet. A young man stepped out and looked around. He was black, in his early twenties, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans, with a head of short, tight dreadlocks. Spotting her, he walked over. Tanya opened the door to the porch and, quickly, the one out to the yard.

The man walked over, smiling broadly. Tanya spotted the way his eyes moved up and down, taking in her body and clothes. Once he was close enough, though, he was gentleman enough to look her in the eyes as they talked. “Tanya? Hello, I’m TC.” He was slightly taller than her, with an attractive square face and sharp, brown eyes. She recognised him from a picture she had seen on The Gang’s website, but just couldn’t remember any of the details that had been under it.

“Pleased to meet you.” They shook hands, and stood on the doorstep for a moment. “Come in, come in.” she managed, eventually, leading him through the doors. She ushered him to the couch which faced the artwork. When he sat on it, she perched on the arm of the couch.

“I would have been here earlier, but the GPS was a bit confused.” TC said, gaze travelling up Tanya’s calves and, as she spread them, her thighs. His grin had hardly diminished, but it widened some more as he looked up to her face.

“Well, we are out in the middle of nowhere. And you’re still the first one here.” Tanya’s fingers played with the bottom of the two fastened button on her shirt. With a twist, she squeezed it through the eye. It occurred to her that, even arriving late, TC was here much earlier than the others were expected. He was here to give her a chance to play while Zach was away.

They had discussed their fantasies, and his desire to watch her with other men coincided perfectly with her gang bang fantasies. When they were talking about today’s adventure, he had told her she should have fun with some of the guys when he wasn’t there, so long as she told him all about it afterwards. She had thought it had just been an idle aside, but it turned out he had arranged just that.

TC turned so he faced Tanya more squarely. “Do you have a theme planned? The first time I did this, we got a message about what was planned.”

“What was that?”

“We were with Diane, and she wanted to play groupie with the band.”

“Oh, yes, you’re with Ten Inch Dragon, aren’t you? We’ve got some of your tracks on the sound system. What if there’s no plan?”

“Well, the second time, we met Victoria and David in a hotel room- our manager arranged it and invited them- and we just went with what Victoria wanted. The rule is that we always do what the lady in the mix wants to do.”

“Whatever the lady wants?” Tanya smiled at the thought. She had been playing with the one remaining fastened button, and released it. “So, if I told you to take all your clothes off right now, you’d do it? Even though none of the others are here yet?”

“If that’s what you want to do. It’s all about your pleasure.”

Tanya pushed the left hand side of her shirt open, revealing a small breast with hard and pointy nipple. “TC, will you take all your clothes off right now, please. And then…. Then, I’d like to give you a blow job.”

“With pleasure.” TC stood and shrugged out of his jacket, revealing the long sleeved top he wore underneath. The top was tight enough to show off TC’s build. He draped the jacket over the arm of the couch, and peeled the top off, revealing the pectorals and abs Tanya had been imagining moments earlier.

Tanya wanted to reach out and help, speed him up as he untied his shoes. She curled her toes up, as if making fists with her feet. Just to keep herself under control.

TC’s jeans came down, and joined the other clothes on the arm of the couch, and he stood in tight, navy blue briefs. Tanya could see the outline of his shaft, pressing against the stretchy material, and was pleased that he was obviously as excited as she was. He pulled the waist band down, and the big, stiff cock practically sprang out. Tanya almost applauded. As he stepped out of the briefs and added them to the clothing collection, she slipped off the couch so she was on her knees before him when he turned around.

The erection pointed out and up. Tanya moved forward and bent down, to look at it from underneath and study his balls. From this angle, it blocked out his face. She couldn’t tell what expression he wore, but was sure it was a smile. With a hand on each of his thighs, she brought her head up again until it was on a level with the shaft and she could kiss the side of it. Against his dark skin, the paleness of hers was emphasised.

Tanya’s hands moved up the smooth skin of TC’s thighs, until they could converge on the base of his shaft. All the while, she was giving the side of the shaft little nibbling kisses. It grew harder under her attention, the angle it pointed up increasing.

With one hand around TC’s erection and the other gently cradling his testicles, Tanya leant back to take in the lovely cock she was about to suck. It was long and fat, and curved up from where she grasped his balls to a fat bulb of a glans. Slowly, almost reverentially, she drew her encircling fingers up his shaft. She savoured the feel of the veins under the soft skin as her light grip traced them. When her hand was just below the head, she stopped, took a firmer hold, and pulled it toward her mouth.

She licked her lips, opening them wide, and moving them closer to the dark cock head. The skin across it was tight, and so smooth, it almost seemed to shine. She breathed out, and was sure it twitched at the warm breath. She stopped short, and reached out with her tongue. Making a point with the tip, she teased the sensitive skin where the glans bowed in on the under side.

TC made a happy noise, so Tanya traced the ridge of the glans with her tongue tip. Playing with him like this, teasing, was turning her on. She let go of his ball sack, and reached inside her shirt to play with a nipple. She flicked it with her thumb as she took the cock head into her mouth.

The skin of the fat glans was smooth, warm and firm. Tanya pursed her lips, pressing against the glorious head, careful to keep her teeth back, and rubbed it with her tongue. TC liked that, and moved his hips a little, clasping his hands as he tried to control his movements. Tanya took some more of TC’s length between her lips, until she was as far down as she had grasped it.

She moved her fingers a little further down the shaft, and followed it with her mouth. She slurped back until she was just kissing the slit at the end. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she swallowed it again. Her fingers moved further down again, and she took more of him in.

Her heart was beating hard and fast, her nipples were tight and hard, and she could feel the erotic heat radiating from between her legs. It wasn’t just the act of going down on this attractive younger man that was turning her on. There was the illicit feel of it all, as well.

When they had watched the art work being created, Zach and Tanya had made love. Then they had joined in. Tanya had taken four of the men who were helping Florence. But Zach had been there as well, they had participated as a couple. Now, though, she had TC all to herself. Her husband had set it up, he knew what she would be doing, but she could still think of it as cheating on him.

Her hand dropped from her breast to slip under the waistband of her knickers. She was wet with excitement, and slid two fingers inside herself easily. She squirmed, and bobbed her head up and down on TC’s cock.

She wanted him in her, but she didn’t want to stop sucking his cock. It was the strangest, dirtiest conundrum she could possibly have. With a slurp, she pulled away from him and sat back. Her fingers still moved in her pussy. TC couldn’t see exactly what her hand was doing inside her knickers, but its actions were obvious. He watched, his grin and hard cock showing how he was enjoying the view.

Sample scene- Never Say Never

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“So, do you have anything you want to do with me?” Julie asked.

“Bukkake?” Mark offered weakly.

“What’s that?” Paul asked.

They both looked at him, somewhat surprised. “It’s Japanese, I think.” Julie explained, “The girl kneels on the floor whilst a load of guys come over her.”

“You want to do that?” Paul asked Mark.

“It was only a suggestion. The first thing that came into my head.” was the weak defence.

“There aren’t enough of you anyway.” Julie ruled. “But all this dirty talk has made me horny, and I’ve never given two guys blowjobs at once.”

“You’re sure?” Mark was feeling guilty about his suggestion.

“Absolutely.” Julie handed Mark her cup and, as he tried to work out what to do with it and his own, she reached down and quickly unzipped his jeans. She wriggled her hand inside and stroked a rapidly growing hard on through the material of his boxers. She had been planning to do the same to Paul with her left hand, but access with her right was proving troublesome. She admitted defeat and asked, “Can you two get yourselves out for me?”

In a matter of seconds two pairs of trousers were down around ankles and Julie had a pair of growing penises to play with. They twitched and grew with each pulse of their owners. Julie reached out her hands and very gently wrapped them round her prizes. Her touch was so light she barely stroked their skin with her fingertips. Each contact was electric and caused a shiver of excitement.

After a minute or so of teasing Julie clasped both hard ons tighter and began pumping them more seriously. When she was certain they were both fully primed she slid off the seat onto her knees facing them. With a bit of direction they shuffled closer together. Mark took hold of Paul’s hard on and Paul grasped his. Julie moved in closer, until she was sure she could get her lips around each hard on with just a dip to one side or the other.

Paul drew his hand up Mark’s hard on until he grasped it just below the head. Julie angled her head for the deep red mushroom and licked and kissed it. After a moment she took it all into her mouth. Paul let his hand fall back down Mark’s cock. Julie followed it, taking ever more of the flesh into her mouth, until Paul reached the bottom and she almost couldn’t take any more. Then she slowly sucked back up Mark’s cock, dragging her tongue over the surface as she did. She swirled her tongue around the head until he squirmed, then moved over to repeat the whole process on Paul, guided by Mark’s hand.

Mark and Paul watched in awe as Julie took first one, then the other of their erections in her mouth and played with it. They were just relaxing back, ready for the final straight toward orgasm, when she sat back and shuffled away from the sofa. “Stand up.” she commanded.

They both stood, though a little unsteadily. Julie reached out and, using their slippery saliva coated hard ons to guide them, got them to move together until she could make their penises touch. She rubbed the cock heads against one another as they reached out to support each other. With a giggle, Julie closed her lips around as much of both heads as she could. She managed less than half of each deep red glans, but teased them both with flicks of her tongue over them.

Julie licked all the way down Paul’s cock to where she held it at the base, then all the way back again. She did this to Mark, repeating the move several times until she noticed that both her boys were trembling. She smiled and looked up, “Are you close?”

“Very.” Paul whispered hoarsely. Mark just nodded.

Julie started pumping her hands up and down the slippery shafts, careful to keep the heads aimed roughly at her open, waiting mouth. Little grunts and sighs above her said she was doing things just right. She licked the cock heads when they were close enough and urged them on.

Paul came first. Sticky white semen hit Julie’s nose, upper lip and chin. Very little of it went in her mouth, but she wasn’t disappointed. Paul continued to come over her cheek as she turned her attention to Mark’s hard on. She decided to give him a little of what he had asked for, ducking under him so that, as he started to come, the semen hit her forehead and then the whole of her face. It was silly, but it made her smile, and sent a tingle of joy through her.

Sample scene- Death At The Swingers Party

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He had spotted a boxy construction with a padded leather top. The cushioned surface was just below the level of his crotch, which would place Li at an ideal height. She studied it, and perked up at the possibilities it presented. Holding her arms out, she let him boost her up onto it.

There were slots in the side of the box, and thick wooden dowels that fitted into them. Each dowel had a soft leather hoop arching from one end to its midpoint When Li had lain down, with her lovely, tight, round buttocks right at the nearest edge, her feet dangled in the air, unable to reach the ground. Carl took her left foot, and moved it until it rested on the dowel on that side.

Struggling up to get a better look, Li quickly comprehended what Carl was doing. “Take it up another notch. No, another two.” With Carl’s help, she hooked her foot into the leather stirrup. He moved to set up the other dowel.

Li pressed down on the wood with her feet, and was soon arched up so that only the back of her head touched the leather. Carl ran his fingers along the taut muscle of her inner thighs, then up and down the warm folds of her labia. He pressed one finger between them, into her warmth, and she slid back down to stretch out on the box.

As he played his finger inside her, and her hips moved in imperfect circles, Carl studied Li.

She was short. Small but perfectly formed, he thought, with warm, very light brown skin. She had a pretty, round face, framed by short, very black hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, and alternated between being tightly closed and staring up at him to guess his next move. Her tiny breasts were capped by brown areolae and nipples- which had started to tighten up and push out. She had a narrow waist and gently rounded belly, with a thin, long navel that was a miniature echo of the lips further down. A little rectangle of closely cropped black hair followed the curve of her mons down to the hood of her clitoris and the darker, warmer skin of her labia. Her legs, bent as they were, showed fine muscle definition, that quivered as Carl pleasured her.

“Now I’ve got you here, what should I do with you?” It didn’t have to be a rhetorical question, if she had a particular preference.

“I’d like you to lick me and get me really wet.” she said. “And then fuck me.”

“Absolutely. Good plan.”

There was a stool just off to the side of the box bench. Carl used a foot to hook it over, placed it right in front of Li, then sat. This put her puffed up, darkening labia at his eye level. He studied them closely as he moved closer. The slit was an elongated, rough edged tear drop, widest just below the little pink bud of her clitoris. Carl’s tongue teased at the hood over the clitoris, then moved down to play between her wet lips.

He ran his tongue lightly along the warm lips, from bottom to top, swirling it around the bud again at the top. Her body moved down the box, trying to press against him. So, he gave her what she wanted, pressing the flat of his tongue more firmly to her slit. She squirmed and pushed back at him.

The tip of Carl’s tongue worked its way into Li’s pussy, and slurped up the length of it again. She rotated against him, making the most of the contact. He delved deeper, tasting more of her and getting her wetter.

Li had found a hooped strap at the head of the box, and grasped it tight as she writhed around. She squirmed as he licked and lapped at her. With her feet pressing down on the stirrups, she lifted herself so that her body practically hovered over the leather. She was very wet now, and not just from Carl’s saliva. He could sense, almost taste, her building climax.

“Fuck me.” she demanded. “I want to come with a cock in me.”

That was the sort of command that couldn’t be ignored. Small, hanging basket like bowls were strung from loops on the uprights- one conveniently within reaching distance. Carl soon had a sheath unwrapped and on. As he stood before her, an idea struck him.

“I want to try something.” he said, as his hands moved down her calves.

“A sex something?” She had lifted her head to get a look at him.

“Oh, yes. A sex thing.”

Carl unhooked Li’s feet from the stirrups, then moved them around behind his back. As he slid, easily, into her, she crossed her ankles and pulled him in with her legs. When his hands grasped her waist, and he began to lift her, she understood what he intended.

She was small, and light. Carl didn’t know how long he could carry her, but he wanted to try this position for a while. He stepped backwards, until Li hung straight out from his crotch, only her head and shoulders touching the box. She gave a little laugh. Reaching her arms up above her head, she found the stirrups, taking some of her weight on them.

Carl wanted to start moving in Li, though he wasn’t sure quite how. His hands clasped her buttocks tight. They had a lovely firm roundness to them. As he squeezed them, she relaxed the grip of her legs, and he took her weight. Now there was a some room for him to move, and he started rocking his hips to make short, gentle thrusts.

“Don’t know if I’m going to come this way.” Li said, between little grunts. Then she gave a little shudder. “Maybe. Hell. Don’t stop.”

She shivered again, then started moving as the climax hit her properly. Carl was almost worried she would shake herself off the box and he’d have to keep her from dropping to the floor. Instead, she lifted herself, bent almost double, and grabbed his left arm at the elbow. Pulling herself forward, she moved, quicker than he would have expected, so that her upper body pressed against his.

They stood like this for a while, Carl shifting his stance to support her as well as possible. He turned these movements into short, but effective thrusts into her as she hung off him. Looking around, he realised they had attracted an audience. Three men were watching them. He recognised Arthur from earlier, and another looked familiar, though he was sure that was from seeing him on television, rather than tonight. He had another idea, a plan for what to do next.

There was no way, he was sure, that he was going to come whilst in this interesting, if precarious, position. If he did, there was a risk he and Li would tumble over, and they might not land well, even on the soft carpet. Time to change the position.

He took a few steps forward, and hitched Li’s butt up to rest on the edge of the box. She leant back to look at him questioningly. “I didn’t want to drop you. And….” He nodded toward the three spectators, “I wondered if you’d like someone else to join in.”

Sample scene- Demons In Didsbury

Demons In Didsbury is available from Amazon and Smashwords.

Adam laid the duvet across the bed. “I can’t believe you’re getting this place rent free.”

“It’s not really rent free. I have to pay the bills, of course, and I’m supposed to go through and decorate and fix all the problems. Have you seen the upstairs bedrooms?”

“They are in a bit of a state, aren’t they.”

“And it’s haunted.”

“Is it, now? You’re the witch, you’ll have to protect me from the ghost.” Adam stepped close to Rose and put his hands through the open sides of her dungarees, running his fingers over her skin. She stood on tiptoes and pulled him down into a kiss.

One handed, Rose unhooked the straps on her dungarees. The loose denim dropped to her feet and she struggled to step out of it. After kicking the dungarees aside, Rose’s hands went to the front of Adam’s trousers. She released the belt, button and zip with ease and reached inside to pull out a long, fat erection. “This is what I moved here for.” she purred.

They pirouetted and danced across the floor to the bed, Adam’s trousers working their way down his legs and making his movements clumsier as he went. Rose sat on the edge of the bed, grasped Adam about the waist and dipped her lips toward his shaft. He sighed as he looked down at the jet black hair moving up and down as Rose took him in her mouth.

Releasing Adam, Rose lay back on the bed. She hooked her thumbs under the band of her knickers and pushed them down her thighs. When she could not reach any further, Adam helped her take them off. “Make love to me. Fuck me now.” Rose demanded.

“Where are the condoms?”

“Don’t worry, I’m safe. I’ve got protection.” Rose reached down and split red labia lips with her fingers, inviting Adam in. He accepted the invitation.

Placing his hands either side of Rose’s shoulders, Adam kissed her. “Help me in.” he asked.

Rose’s fingers found the bulbous head of Adam’s erection and hooked around it. She pulled him closer and he shuffled and bent to get into position.

Rose ran the hot glans up and down her slick slit, teasing Adam and herself, then placed it at her entrance and released it. Adam pushed, slowly but firmly, and slid easily into Rose. She reached down and cupped the cheeks of his buttocks, squeezing them as he started to move in her.

Adam’s thrusts lifted Rose’s buttocks off the bed and moved her across it. He stopped for a moment and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her closer to him. As he stood up straighter, Rose found herself resting on the bed only on her shoulders. Her hands came down to grasp the edge of the mattress.

Rose could feel her orgasm growing, building inside her and sending tingles up and down her limbs. Adam was near as well, his thrusts were becoming shorter and faster. Rose reached up and grasped Adam’s arms as she started to come. She shivered as the ecstasy coursed through her, then redoubled her cries as she felt Adam flood her insides.

Adam gently laid Rose back flat on the bed and slowly pulled out of her. She sighed as he popped out. She had become used to being filled, like the large organ was part of her. Still half hard, Adam glistened with a combination of his juices and hers. The rest of the liquids they’d made were leaking out of her. She giggled as it dribbled onto the floor when she sat up. “More stuff to clean up.” she laughed.

Sample story- Back Seat

Back Seat takes place during Access All Areas (Amazon, Smashwords), where you get to see one side of the events. Here you see the action from the other side. Victoria and David return in With The Band and Hide And Seek. All three stories, as well as Back Seat and The House Warming, can be found in The Boys Entertain, available from Amazon or Smashwords.

David could never say while he turned around to look out of the coach’s rear window, but he was always glad he did.

The coach was a humming cocoon as it drove down the midnight motorway. David and Victoria were sat on the back seat, the only passengers in the rear half of the vehicle. Both of them were close to nodding off- it was a long, convoluted journey down to London, but it had been cheap.

It might have been the lights of the vehicle following them that attracted David’s attention. Whatever it was, he decided to turn in his seat and look out of the window.

A moment later, he was shaking Victoria’s shoulder, rousing her from her near slumber. “Are we there? Did I fall asleep?” she asked. He shook his head, and pointed out of the window.

Victoria didn’t see it at first. They were being followed by another coach, this one taller and darker. It was a double decker, she realised, and when she looked at the top window, she understood.

Framed in the front window on the coach’s top deck was a naked man. He seemed to be wedged in the window, so that he could arch his hips forward and have his hard on sucked by a red head on the seat beside him. Her face was in profile as it bobbed back and forth, and her bare shoulders could be seen moving in time. As they watched, she paused. Even across the gap between the buses, they could tell she had just climaxed.

The red head’s lips began to move even faster up and down the man’s erection, and it wasn’t long before they could see the twitches of his hips as he pumped semen into her mouth.
“Wow.” said Victoria. She was aware that David was looking across at her, with that little, questioning smile. “Maybe.” she said.

The man in the window was looking in their direction. At first he was too dazed to focus on anything. Then he began laughing and pointed out of the coach, straight at them.

The red head turned around, and four more men appeared in the window. They all appeared to be naked as well. David and Victoria couldn’t hide their surprise at this development. The red head sat up, so that her breasts were on show. She smiled and waved at them.

Victoria pointed at the woman, then at each of the five men sharing the window with her. The question she was asking was obvious, even if they couldn’t hear her as she whispered, “Is she being fucked by all of them?”

The red head said something to the black man nearest her, and he stood and stepped behind her. Hands on her waist, he lifted her and leant forward. One of the other men reached down to help him in.

The woman pressed her forehead against the window as the black man pumped in and out of her. All the time, she kept her eyes on Victoria and David.

They watched the show, turned on intensely. The woman moaned as the man behind her pumped in and out, misting up the cold window.

“I want to do that.” Victoria said. “You, me, and a load of other men. One day.” She was so turned on, her nipples were hard, her breasts tingled, her thighs were warm, and her pussy wet.
“One day.” David agreed. “I’d be really turned on to see you with a bunch of other men.”

As the black man thrust hard, but slow into the red head, his friends joined in with stimulating her. They reached out to play with her breasts, and lower down.

David looked up and down the coach. Certain that every other passenger was asleep or deep in the entertainment provided by their phones, he whispered, “Why not give them a little show in return? I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

Victoria nodded nodded eagerly. Lifting her T-shirt, and hooking the front around the back of her neck, she revealed her bra. David unhooked the bra and lifted it to reveal small, pale, perfect breasts.

The group on the coach behind them raised a cheer. Victoria felt a flush of exhibitionist glee go through her. The guy who had been getting the blowjob earlier gave two enthusiastic thumbs up. She hadn’t noticed, but one of them had disappeared for a while. Now he had returned, and held a T-shirt against the window. Victoria’s eyes went wide again. “That’s a Ten Inch Dragon shirt! Remember when we went to see them?”

David looked over her shoulder and grinned. “They look different without those wigs on.” he said.

The man with the T-shirt held up a piece of paper with a phone number on it, with his mobile pressed against the window beside it. Victoria nodded understanding, and pulled her phone from her jeans pocket.

As Victoria pressed the phone number digit by digit, David reached around to unfasten the top button of her jeans. As he unzipped her jeans and ran gentle fingers across the front panel of her knickers, she trembled and waited on the line.

“Hello, this is Rick.” Victoria could almost read his lips as he answered the phone. It was a strange connection across the gap to the coach behind them, and it made the whole thing hotter still. “Tell me, am I talking to a young woman in the back of coach on the M6, somewhere near Stoke-on-Trent?”

“You are.” Victoria nodded as she answered. David’s right hand was sneaking into the front of her jeans. Her hips were beginning to rotate of their own volition.

“What’s your name, my dear?”


“Victoria. Lovely name. And your friend?”

“Dave. David…. Oooh.”

“Dave. So, I hope you don’t mind me asking, I don’t mean to be rude, but how old are the two of you?”

“I’m twenty. David is twenty…. one…. In a couple of weeks.”

“Twenty. Excellent. I’ll tell you what, I’m going to put the phone on speaker, so you can talk to the band and they can hear you. Okay?

“Okay. They’re putting us on speaker.”


The man put the phone down. “Okay, you’re on the line with Ten Inch Dragon, and their special guest, Diane. Say hello, boys.”

“Hello Victoria. Hello David.” Three of the band said in unison.

“Hello Victoria…. Dave.” The fourth member, the man still thrusting into Diane, managed after a pause. He sounded close to coming.

“Hey, Victoria, I’m…. Oh yes, just there.” Diane groaned out.

“Are you…. going to have the whole…. band?” Victoria asked. Her voice was a whisper. She groaned as David’s fingers moved in her.

“I hope so…. And their manager as well…. If he’s lucky.”

“Is Bryn as big as they say? We saw Dragon in York, and I was staring at his trousers the whole time.” Victoria said in a breathless jumble of words.

“He is…. He is…. I’m going to fuck him next…. I’m coming! Oh God! Yes!” Diane’s cries were joined by one from the man behind her, as he came deep inside her.

“This is so fucking hot…. Oh yes, Dave…. just there.” Victoria’s voice rose and fell as an orgasm of her own approached.

“Your coach says that it’s going to London. Are you going to London?”

“E…. ventually. It stops every…. where…. in between.”

“Would you like to party with Ten Inch Dragon tomorrow?”

“Like…. Diane is?”

“If you want.”

“We would! Yes. YES!” Victoria shouted as she came. Surprised at the volume of her own voice, she looked around the coach. There was movement, she had woken people up, and some of them were starting to look around. She and David dropped quickly back into their seats, disappearing from view. They shuffled across into the corner of the back seat. Victoria pulled her T-shirt down to cover herself, and clasped the flaps of her jeans together.

David dared to look around the edge of the seat. He shook his head, no-one at the front of the bus was coming back to see what was going on.

Victoria was pressed against the window, and realised that they were turning off the motorway and heading down a slip road. The tour bus was no longer behind them. She picked up her phone and whispered, “Hello?”

“Hello again, Victoria. I hope we didn’t get you in trouble.” Rick answered.

“I don’t think anyone saw. I’m sure they all know, though.”

“So, would you like to come and join us tomorrow night? Or was that just the sound of you coming?”

“Both. It was both. Can we really come and see you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely. The boys would really like to get to know you.”

“And I want to meet David. He seems to have very talented fingers.” Diane added.

“He does. And a big cock. Maybe not as big as Bryn’s….”

“Hey….” Dave said.

“And I have to suck it now. He deserves a blow job.”

“He certainly does. Call me on this number when you get to London, and we’ll sort everything out.”

“Thank you. Bye”

Victoria struggled to put the phone back into her jeans, which were still open. She ran a finger over the front of her knickers, finding the material wet with her excitement and orgasm. “It’s okay, isn’t it? That I said we’d go and…. play with them tomorrow? I got a bit carried away and just said yes.” she asked.

“You mean, that you want to be with the band? Just like you said you did earlier?”

“Yes. I can call back if you don’t want to, and tell them no.”

“Are you kidding? I told you it would turn me on. And remember why we were going down to London in the first place.”

Victoria smiled, and then sighed. They should have been meeting their friend Eniola for two nights in a hotel, far from the possible intrusions of house mates. But her return from Africa had been delayed, and now she wouldn’t be back in Britain until term started again. They had headed down anyway, in the hope that something might come up. And something had.

“She’ll be so jealous. You’re absolutely certain?”

“Absolutely. I mean, look at how excited I am.” After a quick check along the coach, David unzipped his own jeans and pushed his boxers down. His cock popped up, long and fat and proud.

Victoria bent over until her lips could plant a kiss on the head of David’s erection. It tasted salty with pre-cum, and she licked the head to savour the flavour. Grasping the base with one hand, she moved her mouth down its length.

“We’re entering a town.” David said. Victoria nodded understanding- they might be stopping soon- and he gasped in pleasure.

Victoria pressed and waggled her tongue over the sensitive head of David’s hard on as she moved her head up and down. He moaned, quietly, all the praise and encouragement she needed to carry on. She was aware of shadows rushing across the seat beside them as they started passing under street lights.

David’s gasps were almost in time with the bands of light and dark moving over the fabric as Victoria bobbed her head faster and faster. He tensed up, pressing himself back against the seat, and she felt the semen pumping up his shaft.

Swallowing everything, Victoria kept on sucking at David until he sank back down from his orgasm, and hissed quietly at the tender sensitivity of his glans under her tongue. With one last swirl of her tongue, she sat up again. David grabbed her neck and pulled her to him to kiss her.

The coach slowed, and pulled in to a stop, where a couple of other travellers were waiting to board. David and Victoria quickly zipped up. With teasing pleasure, he helped her small, firm breasts back into her bra and fastened it.

They sat quietly as the new passengers walked up the coach and chose seats a few rows ahead of them. The coach started moving again soon after. Victoria rested her head on David’s shoulder, and drifted off into a pleasure warmed sleep, not waking until they reached their destination in London.

Sample story- Taken Up The Pass

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The rain had advanced up the valley like a grey wall. For a short while after they’d crested the ridge, they had been able to look down the trail and see the small stone building they were heading for. But it, and everything beyond it, had soon disappeared under the downpour rushing toward them. When the squall reached them, it was so heavy that it was a struggle moving forward through it.

Zoe had the best waterproof coat she had been able to find. It didn’t leak, but the water was hitting her so hard that it forced its way through any gaps and openings. Worse still, she hadn’t put waterproof trousers on, and her hiking trousers were drenched in moments. Her socks were soaked as well, and the water was leaching into her boots. The more the weather hit her, the further away the bothy hut seemed.

Her husband wasn’t faring any better. His outdoor gear was as good as hers, but suffered from the same problems. “It can’t be much further.” Derek said, barely audible over the sound of the storm. “They’ll be there already, and there’ll be a fire on.”

“I bloody well hope so.” Zoe said. They crested another small rise and, maybe, the darker shape up ahead was the sanctuary they sought. “This was a stupid idea of mine. I’m sorry, we should have picked somewhere more civilised.”

“This was a great idea of yours. The weather’s just shitty luck. Come on, that looks like it just up there.”

The guttering on the bothy had been overwhelmed by the downpour, and a small waterfall cascaded onto the path near the door. After what they had just walked through, this was a minor inconvenience, and they hardly even noticed. Derek pushed the door open and they stepped inside.

The five men already in the small building stopped pulling on their waterproofs and looked at the newcomers. “Excellent timing,” said the nearest of them, “we were just about to set off and find you. Come in, but not too far. You’re soaking.”

Zoe pushed back the hood of her coat, and received one last unpleasant surprise from the rain as water fell off it to run down the back of her neck. She shivered and pulled a face, but composed herself as she turned to face the hut’s occupants.

The five men were walking toward them, led by the one who had spoken when they had entered. “You must be Zoe and Derek. I’m Steve. This is Ken, Henry, Mark and Gary.” Zoe tried to remember which names matched which face, but worried that she’d need reminding several times before they stuck. They crowded around her and Derek, but mostly her. “You two are soaked, you need to get out of those wet clothes.” Steve said, glancing over at Derek and getting a light nod in reply.

“I think Zoe might need some help.” Derek said. “Why don’t you guys assist her.”

Zoe opened her mouth, then realised she didn’t know what to say. Wide eyed, she looked at the men who now surrounded her. She was short, and they all towered over her. Derek was above average height, a head taller than her, and all but one of the men around her were taller than he was. She stared up at all the friendly, helpful smiling faces.

This wasn’t what they had planned, but it was going in a direction that Zoe liked. She stood still as someone behind her took the weight of her backpack and arms reached in from either side to slide the straps off her shoulders. She had packed far more than was needed for an overnight stay, and when the heavy pack was taken away from her, she felt light on her feet, almost ready to float.

The floating sensation became stronger as Steve stepped forward to open her coat. He had to fold back the flap that covered the zip, then pull it down. Zoe found she was shivering as the only sound in the hut was the clicking as each tooth of the zip opened. The feeling was spoilt a bit as Steve had to work the last bit of the zipper loose two handed. He pushed the coat apart and off her shoulders, and the hands came in from behind and the sides to catch it and take it away.

Zoe’s top was wet up the arms from the ends of the sleeves and down the front from the collar, everywhere that water had been able to force its way in. Steve grabbed the hem and started lifting it. She raised her arms so he could pull it over her head and off easily. The top disappeared into the crowd and Steve was pulling her T-shirt from her trousers already.

The T-shirt had clung closely to Zoe’s slim frame before it had got wet. Now, it was plastered to her skin from her throat down to the top of her breasts, showing her bra straps and the top of the cups. Water had leached up the material of her trousers and soaked the bottom of the T-shirt as well, but not quite all way up to her chest. Steve bunched the wet hem up all the way to the bottom of Zoe’s bra, then paused.

He was teasing Zoe, and all the other men in the room, who watched silently as he started moving it up again. Zoe’s arms were still up, waiting for him to pull her T-shirt off. She shivered as the material peeled away from her skin and, briefly, wet her face. Then it was up along her arms and spirited away again.

The hands behind her released the clasp of Zoe’s bra. She brought her arms down and held them across her chest before the cups could fall away. Looking around the circle of men who were watching her, she read their lascivious stares and little smiles and liked what she saw. Beyond the men around her, Derek was undressing quickly, but pretending not to notice the attention his wife was getting. There had been a script, more of an outline, really, but the downpour had knocked them off that. They were improvising, and doing a good job of it.

Zoe’s maid of honour had been the one who gave her and Derek the good word to get onto The Gang. After she and her husband had spent a weekend with them, where cheeky banter and innuendo had escalated into an incredible foursome, she had told them all about a website that would help fulfil all manner of fantasies.

The Gang was a social network of sorts. ‘Crowd-source your gang-bang or orgy.’ it said on the front page. Everyone on the site was introduced and vouched for by at least one existing member, and they were all there for one reason- sex.

Derek and Zoe had many fantasies, and a significant number overlapped. Such as this one. They had hiked a lot in their dating days, when she had been living with her parents after University and he was in a shared house. They had needed to get away from house mates and family if they wanted to get really dirty and loud. There were several valleys in the Lake District and Scotland where they had wandered off the beaten path, got naked and made love in the open air. The urge to do this again had turned into a fantasy where they really went overboard. Zoe wanted to be tended to by a large group of men, and Derek wanted to watch and join in. The Gang had given them the perfect way to get that group of men together.

The bothy- an old shepherd’s hut converted into overnight accommodation for hikers- had been suggested by Steve, who had promised that he could make sure they had it to themselves. If the weather had been better, they might have found an open area nearby for the gang bang, but doing it inside the building had always been an option. The way that Zoe was losing her clothes was a neat twist on what they had planned, and it turned her on.

An arm still across her breasts, Zoe pushed one, then the other, strap from her shoulders. She smiled at the crowd waiting on her next move, then slowly dropped her arms to let the bra fall down them and reveal her breasts. They were small, B cups, but they were perfect. Her nipples were long and hard from the cold and the excitement, and they tingled at the attention they got from five pairs of eyes. She held the bra out to her right and somebody, Ken, maybe, took it.

Someone crouched down on Zoe’s left side. She thought it was Mark, as she looked down at him, but she couldn’t be sure. It was unlikely any of them were going to mind if she got their names wrong after such a quick introduction. He started working to release the sodden laces on her left boot. Ken was by her right foot, working on that boot. It wasn’t the sexiest part of her undressing, no matter how turned on she was. Something a bit more was needed, and it was soon provided.

Steve had a lightweight towel. Without moving any closer, he used it to dab water off Zoe’s face and then her shoulders. He ran his fingers through her short dark hair, finding the bits that were wet. As he rubbed them with the towel, he gently pulled her head forward and down. This let him get at the back of her neck, but also had her leaning with her hands on his waist for balance. She looked down, and the front of his dark trousers were pushed out, just what she wanted to see.

Henry and Gary also had towels, Zoe discovered, as soft material rubbed at the under side of her breasts, then teased up and around, to be drawn slowly over her nipples. She made a happy sound somewhere deep in her throat. The gentle rubbing continued even after her chest was obviously dry. Steve’s exploration with his towel had led him down her spine to the tops of her trousers, then back again.

The laces on Zoe’s boots had been released and, at a signal she missed, Steve placed a hand on each shoulder and pushed her upright again. She looked up at his smile, under a determined expression, and knew he was just as turned on as she. Somewhere in the room was her husband. She hoped he could see what was happening to her, it would turn him on incredibly.

Henry had moved around behind Zoe again, and she felt his hands settle on her waist. “Lean back.” he said, quietly. When she did as he suggested, she was surprised to find her skin resting against his. She hadn’t noticed anyone stripping off. Was he naked, she wondered. When she was balanced against him, his hands came up and cupped her breasts, a finger teasing each nipple.

Gary was naked, Zoe noticed as he crouched before her. Mark lifted her left foot and held it up whilst Gary pulled the boot off it. He put the boot aside and peeled the sodden sock off, dropping it on the floor with a squelch. Mark put Zoe’s foot down and stepped back. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but when she looked up, she was blessed with the sight of Steve unzipping his trousers, his chest already bare. Realising he had an audience, he hooked fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, slowly, with his trousers. A magnificent cock popped out after a moment of teasing. Long and fat, with a big, bulbous head, it was already half hard, and grew as Steve looked at her.

Completely unnoticed by her, Gary had removed Zoe’s other boot and socks. Ken had withdrawn, no doubt to disrobe himself. Now naked, Steve stood and watched. Gary was still crouching before Zoe, his hands reaching for the front of her trousers. He released the belt and button, and pulled the zip down. He fought with the wet material for a moment, then pulled them down her legs.

When her trousers were bunched in a wet mess at her ankles, Henry moved his hands to wrap an arm around Zoe’s chest and lift her as Gary pulled the material past her feet. While she was off the ground, she felt something nudging between her thighs, and looked down to see the deep red head of Henry’s cock poking between them. He put her down and the head disappeared again, but she did feel the head as it brushed against the material of her knickers.

“Why don’t you come and stand over by the fire to finish drying off.” Steve suggested. Everyone had got naked- the only scrap of clothing left on a body was her knickers- and Zoe had hardly moved past the threshold.

The bothy was a one room building, but the room was broken up into different sectors. By the door there were shelves for storage, stacked with rucksacks and kit. There were steps up from the doorway to the ‘bedroom’, which had four single beds in it and further storage at the far end. Then there were steps back down again to the communal area. There was a closed solid fuel fire set back into the wall, with the lintel far enough above it that it was possible to put a kettle or frying pan on top of it. Wood inside the fire was glowing yellow as it burned and, up close, it was very warm. Zoe swore she could feel the wet skin of her legs drying as she drew closer to it. In front of the fire a blanket had been laid out and, on either side of it, up against the walls, were large, battered old chairs. Zoe found her husband again, sitting in one of the chairs, his excitement obvious in the erection sprouting from his lap.

Zoe stood on the blanket and grinned at Derek. “You’re beautiful.” he told her, and she blushed, flushing for the first time since her strip had started. She turned to face the five men they had arranged to meet, who stood in a semi-circle before her. From her left, there was Mark and Gary, Steve was right in front of her, then there was Henry and Ken.

They were all so tall, and quite a few of them were broad, they had the sort of figures built up by cycling, climbing and other regular outdoor exercise. None of them was small, either. Derek was incredibly well hung, and she was blessed to have his huge dick in her life, but none of these guys had anything to be ashamed of. The surprise was Ken. Short and wiry, he had the build of fell runner. His cock, not quite hard yet, was long and fat, getting thicker toward the base.

Surrounded by them, she felt tiny. Short and slim, with narrow hips and the slightest of waists, she had occasionally been called boyish. But there was no way she could be mistaken for anything but a small woman in present company. She should be intimidated, but knew she was in control. They were all rapt with her little body, waiting to see what she wanted them to do. The fire was warming her back, but there was a different heat altogether radiating out from her crotch.

They were back on the script, so Zoe could direct the action again. Not that she wanted to be issuing orders all the time, part of the fantasy was the loss of control. She’d lay out some ground rules and see where it went from there.

“Now, I know I’m just a tiny woman, but I’m tough. You’re all big boys, but if you take a look at my husband, you’ll see I’m used to that.” They all turned to look at Derek, studying his erection, which was big and fat and proud. He grinned back at them, just a little embarrassed by all the attention. “I want you all to take me, in as many ways and positions and times as you can. Front and back, maybe both at once.” The last phrase came out as a husky whisper as she anticipated how that would feel. “Don’t be too rough and I’ll be up for trying just about anything you can think of. Is that okay with everyone?”

There were nods around the semi-circle. Zoe smiled, trying to hold back the big, dumb grin which would show how she really felt. “Now, I can take you all, but I’m going to need some loosening up and preparation, so start slowly, okay. But first,” she dropped down to her knees and beckoned them all closer, “I need you all to come closer so that I can bless each, heh, head before we begin properly.”

The semi-circle had closed in, until all five guys were pressed hip to hip, with arms around each others waists, to form a scrum of sorts. Zoe remembered that most of the members of The Gang were bi, and wouldn’t have any problems with such same-sex intimacy. The rest were far too comfortable in their own skins to be bothered by it either. She put that thought aside and concentrated on the deep red heads and thick hard shafts that were being presented to her.

Twisting to her left, Zoe turned to Mark. She cupped his balls and gently ran her fingers up his shaft, tracing a vein most of the way to the head. Pulling it toward her, she licked her lips and then slid them over the hot, smooth surface of his glans. With all of the bulbous head in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it and got a pleasing shiver in response.

Releasing Mark, she turned to Gary. His hard on stood straight out in front of him, a thick shaft with a smaller head. A little pre-cum glistened at the tip, Zoe lapped at it with the very tip of her tongue and the whole of his cock twitched in response. Taking the head into her mouth, she anointed it the same as she had Mark’s.

Steve’s cock had a very large head, which was a deep shade of purple and flared out impressively from the thick shaft. Zoe managed to slide her lips over it and lick around the slit, then, when she’d released it, she licked down the under side all the way to the balls.

In other company, Henry’s erection would have been impressive. It wasn’t small, but all the others in the room were larger. He didn’t seem the slightest self conscious about it, but Zoe decided to give him a bit more attention than the others. He had big balls, which hung low in their wrinkled sack. Zoe cupped them in a hand and gently kissed them before licking up his length to the head. Her lips engulfed the glans, and kept on going down the shaft, until she had over half of it in her mouth. She could take it deeper, she knew, but maybe that could wait until later.

Ken’s monster hard on was the big challenge. Everyone was watching, eager to see how she did with it. There was a little pre-cum at the slit, which she spread with her tongue until it was slicked over the big head. She licked around it again, wetting it further, then slid her lips up it. Not quite getting all of the head into her mouth, she pulled back, licked around some more and tried again. On the third go, she got the head into her mouth. Warming to the challenge, she pushed on, taking some more of Ken’s big dick into her mouth.

Zoe imagined she heard a pop as she released Ken’s glans from her mouth. For a moment, a glistening bridge of saliva joined her mouth to his cock, then she licked her lips and sat back. “I’m all yours boys. Tell me what you want.”

The boys were all quiet for a while, pondering what to do next with the sexy woman knelt before them. They could have asked her to go around again, there was no question that she gave good head, but that would have been unimaginative. Steve seemed to be the leader, when Zoe wasn’t telling them what to do, so they turned to him. Zoe stifled a laugh as he tapped his lips thoughtfully with his forefinger.

“Lie down and stretch out.” Steve said when he had worked out what to do. “We should repay the blessing, I think.”

Stretched out on the blanket, Zoe stared up at the giants towering over her. Steve was quietly giving out instructions, as much by pointing as talking. When everyone had nodded understanding, they started moving to assigned positions.

Mark crouched at Zoe’s feet, Ken on her left side and Gary on her right, with Henry above her head, his cock waving enticingly over her face. Steve stood back, to direct proceedings. Derek was watching all of this, Zoe wondered how turned on he was. She could look, but she was too fascinated by everything going on around her.

“Take your knickers off.” said Steve. Zoe complied, hooking her thumbs under the waistband to push them down, lifting her hips as she revealed the trimmed swatch of her pubic hair. She got her underwear as far as her knees, then Mark took hold of her knickers and lifted her feet so he could remove them. When he lowered Zoe’s feet again, he held an ankle in each hand and pushed them apart to spread her legs. For all the heat in the air, her lips tingled as a cool draught flowed over them.

Down on all fours, Mark dipped his mouth to Zoe’s crotch. Taking this as a signal, Ken and Gary each took a nipple into their mouths. Surprisingly, instead of offering up his erection, it was Henry’s own lips that brushed against Zoe’s. A kiss was such a surprise, so intimate, that it took her breath away for a moment, but she soon melted into it.

Mark’s tongue lapped up Zoe’s slit, teasingly avoiding her clitoris at the top of each slurping journey. It was an incredible sensation, and making her a lot wetter, but not really taking her any closer to orgasm. When she did come, everything being pent up now would come flowing out. Meanwhile, Ken was trying to suck as much as possible of her small left breast into his mouth, whilst Gary teased her right, tweaking the nipple between his teeth.

At a signal Zoe didn’t see or hear, the four men pulled back and moved around her clockwise. Ken’s mouth dipped down to her pussy. He was going to have to do a lot of licking to get her wet and ready for his massive cock. He didn’t disappoint, his tongue pushing deep into her, moving in and out and swirling around like a little prehensile penis itself. Gary’s kisses were nibbles and nips just like his play with her nipples, whilst Mark and Henry licked and swirled at her breasts.

Zoe was close to the edge, only a little nudge away from climax, when the licking and kissing stopped again. As the boys all swapped places, she sighed, disappointed, until Mark’s lips met hers. She always enjoyed tasting herself from another person’s mouth, and Mark’s kisses were coated in the tang of her excitement. She squirmed, ready to come, and spread her legs wider, inviting Henry in.

Sensing how close she was to orgasm, the boys had decided to step things up. It wasn’t Henry’s mouth that pressed against Zoe’s opening, but the smooth, round head of his cock. It slid in easily, slipping into her flesh on the juices of her excitement and Mark and Ken’s licking. The other three moved aside and let Henry stretch out on top of Zoe as he pushed into her to the hilt. He slid one arm around her waist and she arched her back so he could reach under her.

Lifting Zoe and pressing her hard to his body, Henry rolled over onto his back. When the surprise at the sudden move had passed, Zoe lifted herself, ready to start riding up and down his shaft. His hands on her shoulders pulled her back down to press against his chest, his grin suggesting she had no need to move.

Strong hands grasped Zoe’s buttocks, kneading them, pulling them apart, pressing them together. The movements pushed her back and forth on Henry’s cock. She liked that, neither of them had to do the work, someone else was sorting out the movements for them. But that wasn’t the best of it. The fondling stopped, her cheeks held wide apart, and a tongue traced a wet trail up the cleft to the tight hole of her arse. She clasped Henry’s shoulders and let out a long “Ooooh.” as her hips started rotating under the probing tongue.

Zoe couldn’t see who was rimming her, but they were doing an excellent job of it. The talented tongue ran around the ring of her hole, then jabbed at it, teasing her to relax and let it in. Then it would pull away and there would be kisses against the surprisingly sensitive skin of her cheeks, before the tongue was back at her entrance again.

Strong hands lifted Zoe by the shoulders. When she managed to look up, she saw Steve before her. In truth, she couldn’t focus beyond the distinctive fat head of his cock, but that was enough to recognise him by. Reaching down with unsteady arms, she propped herself up and gave a little nod of encouragement. The big purple glans moved closer, nudging at her lips, and she licked at it, wetting it to help it slide in.

The slurping and kissing at her behind stopped, and Zoe guessed what that meant. Her eyes went wide with a little fear, and a lot of anticipation. She looked up at Steve, but, even if her mouth hadn’t been filled with his erection, she wouldn’t have told anyone to stop. He reached down and braced her shoulders, pulling back so that he popped out of her mouth and just nudged at her lips. He read her expression just right and gave her a smile of encouragement.

The fat head of an erection pressed against Zoe’s rear. She tried to relax, to let it in, and was rewarded by the feeling of its tip lodging in her dilating ring. Relax some more, she told herself, breathing out. The cock pushed on, spreading her, moving slowly and easily into her. Still, the feeling when the head passed through the ring of muscle was a surprise. “Fuck, yes.” Zoe hissed, feeling victorious. The shaft carried on pushing into her. She still didn’t know whose it was. She didn’t care, it just felt incredible.

Once before, Zoe had taken two cocks like this. This time it felt even better, because she was surrounded by men, revelling in the heat and smell of their excitement, which amplified her own erotic ecstasy. Last time, there hadn’t been a third erection nudging at her lips, either. She opened wide and took Steve’s head into her mouth just as she climaxed.

She shook and shivered, writhing and moving against the three cocks in her. As her excitement subsided, the shaft in her rear was pulled almost all the way out. She wanted to make a disappointed sound, but it pushed back in again, moving her up Henry’s hard on and pushing her forward so Steve went further down her throat. The cock pulled out again, back down Henry and moving Steve away from the back of her mouth.

All four of them were moving to the rhythm of the man in Zoe’s behind, and he was speeding up. Henry grasped her waist, so that she didn’t move too far back or forth, but still she rocked up and down his cock and Steve pistoned in and out of her mouth. With a cry, the man behind her came, pumping semen deep inside her.

There was a lull as they all panted and relaxed a little. Zoe felt the cock in her arse slowly pull out, leaving her open and slicked with all sorts of juices. She expected to feel another head at the entrance, pushing in and taking her on toward her next climax. Instead, Steve pulled back until she could no longer keep her lips around his glans. Looking down at Henry, he asked, “Ready to flip her?”

Henry nodded. He grasped Zoe’s waist and Steve held her shoulders, and they lifted her. Henry flopped out of her, and she wanted to complain. Hands came in from either side, and she was turned over so that she looked up at the ceiling. Briefly she registered Mark and Ken at either side of her and Gary sat back with a happy expression, cock slowly subsiding. Now, as she was lowered, Henry’s erection nudged at her back passage. The relaxed and lubricated hole opened much more easily for him than the previous cock and, in a moment, he had popped back inside her. They laid her gently on top of Henry, checking with intimate little touches that she was comfortable.

Zoe’s legs were stretched out on top of Henry’s and they spread with his, leaving her wide open when Mark crouched before her. Henry reached down and split Zoe’s lips for Mark to look at the pink passage waiting for him.

Bending over Zoe and Henry, Mark guided his hard on into Zoe, sinking into her to the base. They savoured the sensations for a moment, then both he and Henry started moving.

For a while, they were in time. Henry pulled out as Mark thrust in, rocking Zoe between them. Their rhythm changed, as Henry’s thrusts became shorter and faster the closer he got to climax. Every so often, they were each in her to the hilt, and jolts of pleasure, like mini orgasms, pulsed through her. Henry cried as he came, and Zoe felt his juices flowing into her insides.

Mark kept on moving, building up his pace and pushing deep and hard into Zoe. Henry pulled out of her, and she felt the dribble of his and Gary’s juices that ran out of her. He held her in place against Mark’s movements, squeezing and pinching her nipples with the hand holding her chest. Mark ground his crotch against hers at the end of each thrust and that simple pressure was driving her toward her next big climax.
Ken and Steve were knelt on either side of Zoe, their cocks almost touching in front of her face. They could have been there for ages, and she had been too taken by the feel of the pair of erections in her to notice. To make up for it, she took one in each hand and pulled them toward her mouth. There was no way she could even pretend to get both between her lips at once, so she kissed the head of one then the other, punctuating each change with a gasp of “Yes!” as Mark pushed toward the edge.

Zoe came with a high pitched cry. This second orgasm was even more intense than the first, raising goosebumps all over her skin and setting off fireworks behind her eyes. A moment later, Mark barked out, “Yes!” as he bathed her insides with semen.

“Three down, two to go.” Zoe said quietly as Mark pulled out of her. She slid off Henry and managed to roll over and push up onto all fours, swaying a little and savouring the feeling of sticky liquid dripping from her and running down her legs. Ken was already stretching out on the blanket, he knew what she wanted to do next. She could have crawled over to where he lay, but Gary and Steve lifted her up and carried her.

Ken’s long, fat cock stood up to greet Zoe. Gary and Steve lowered her carefully onto it. Slick with semen, saliva and excitement, it was easy for even Ken’s monster to slide between the engorged lips of Zoe’s sex. She took all of him, slowly and steadily, as Gary and Steve let her down carefully. When she was settled on Ken’s lap she wasn’t sure she could move, but was sure she wouldn’t have to.

Steve’s hands grasped Zoe’s buttocks, parting them. Her arse gaped open for him, wanting him to press that big cock head into her. He was more than happy to oblige. He pushed at her, opened her up slowly, but, despite the liquids lubricating her and the practise of two penetrations already, the big head was as hard to take as the first had been.

Steve pressed against Zoe’s rose. She relaxed, and he entered her some more. She breathed out, trying not to think about what she was doing. But that wasn’t easy with a huge dick in her pussy and another pressing against her arse. He went deeper, and deeper, and then he was inside her. The fat glans popped past the ring of muscle, and she all but sucked the rest of his length into her. There were stars behind her eyes again. Not quite another orgasm, but spasms of joy and victory.

Zoe needed someone to come in her mouth. She already had semen in her other holes, someone needed to shoot into that one. She looked across at Derek, who was watching everything with a glazed look of lust, cock about ready to burst, and nodded at him to come over to her. Steve and Ken held off on moving until he was ready.

When he was kneeling before her, Zoe looked up at her husband’s face. His expression, under the lust, was of adoration, he loved the pure sex that his wife exuded. “I love you so much.” she said. “Thank you for arranging this.”

Derek bowed down until he could cup Zoe’s chin and lift it up to kiss her. “You’re worth it. You are so gorgeous when you’re getting fucked.”

“Let me suck you.”

Derek straightened, and his big cock stood out in front of him, the head describing little circles before Zoe’s mouth. He moved forward, and her lips wrapped around it, then she swallowed more of its length.

Steve started moving inside Zoe, short, slow thrusts that nonetheless pushed her along Ken and Derek’s erections. She lost herself to the sensations as he controlled the speed and depth of all the penetrations. Henry, Mark and Gary were back, fingers teasing and stroking at her skin, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Derek held her shoulders so that she could just close her eyes and float on the sensations in and around her.

Steve’s slow but steady rhythm was breaking down. Every so often, he would make a couple of thrusts faster than the ones either side of them, then struggle to return to his previous tempo. He was getting closer to climax himself. Zoe tensed her muscles, tightening around him and raising a gasp and a series of rapid thrusts.

Nonetheless, it was Ken who came first. He produced a massive amount of come, it felt like, flooding Zoe’s insides and splashing out of her. Steve must have felt the action through the thin walls between them as he came almost immediately after.

Zoe felt another big orgasm flooding through her. She tried to channel the excitement of it to the cock in her mouth, and got just the reaction she had hoped for. The head of Derek’s cock seemed to grow in her mouth, and Zoe knew he was about to come. It twitched and spurted salty liquid over her tongue. She swallowed some, but more escaped her lips as he pulled out of her.

After a while, Steve pulled out of Zoe, and helped her off Ken’s cock- still large even as it shrank. She lay on her back on the blanket, legs spread because she couldn’t seem to close them yet, wet with come and sweat. The six men she had just had sat around her, looking down with blissful smiles that matched her own.

“Is it still raining?” Zoe said, dreamily, after a while. Nobody needed to answer, they could hear it drumming on the roof now that they weren’t so preoccupied. “I guess it is. Maybe we’ll have to stay here a while longer.”

“I’ve told everyone that I’m working on the bothy this week and it’s closed to the public.” said Steve. “We can stay a little longer.”

“Good. When are you boys going to be ready to go again?”

The next story in The Gang series is The Layover. Get it from Amazon or Smashwords.

Sample scene- Love By The Book

Love By The Book is available from Amazon and Smashwords. The sequel, Love The Weekend, is out now and also available from Amazon and Smashwords.

I make sure the door to my room is locked- I don’t want to be disturbed- then I get a small toiletry bag from the cupboard. I put the bag on the bed, unopened, and stretch out with my head propped up by the pillows. I think about it for a moment and stand to slip out of my sweat pants and knickers. Lying down again, I spread my legs a little. It always feels naughty to do this, to be naked, half-naked, when there are people walking around outside. The thought sends a little tingle through my body.

I still need something to turn me on more, and I know just what I want. There’s no need to consult my notes, I remember the name Greg gave me for his erotica writing alter ego. It doesn’t take long to find his stories for sale. There are so many, which slows me down a little. There is a series of tales which have phallic spaceships and other suggestive stuff on the cover. Those will involve the big-breasted spacewoman that Greg mentioned. I don’t have the time for a whole story, I want a short story. But which one, there are so many of them. The answer lies half way down the page. There’s an omnibus collection of his short stories. It costs seven pounds, but he did buy me lunch and Mojitos. It’s downloaded almost as soon as I’ve ordered it.

Rather than worry over which story to read, the same way I dithered over which e-book to buy, I start with the first tale in the collection. The set-up is simple enough- a man meets his neighbours when they move in, and helps shift some of their furniture. A couple of days later they invite him around for a meal, where the conversation quickly turns rude. Before long, the wife is serving pudding in the nude whilst her husband and the neighbour are comparing the sizes of their erections. At the wife’s suggestion, the husband soon goes down on the neighbour.

That surprises me, and turns me on. I’d have thought that man on man would never do it for me, but the exuberance of the scene sweeps me up and carries me along with it. Propping the tablet up with my left hand, I push my T-shirt up with my right until the fabric’s pushed back just past my nipples. I run light fingers up the small mounds of my breasts, back and forth between the two of them, then concentrating on the right. I circle the areola then flick and tweak the nipple.

As the story goes on- though I’m reading it in ever more distracted bursts- I need to put people in the story. It’s Greg’s tale, so he’s the husband. But without the beard. I’m not sure what he looks like without his beard, but this is my fantasy, so he’s really handsome. The neighbour is Greg too, somehow, and that’s not weird. at all. I am the wife. She’s blonde in the story, but she does have small, perfect tits. By now in the story she’s sitting on the neighbour’s face and urging him to lick her deeper and deeper.

My hand slides down my body and I spread my legs. I rub gently along the outsides of my labia and then over them, feeling them soft and warm and a little slick. One of the lips comes out further than the other, I gently push it aside and spread them. Needing a little lubrication, I bring my hand back and lick and suck my fingers, getting them wet. When I reach down again, they slide more easily between the splitting lips. My forefinger pushes easily into me. I move it in and out slowly, then build up the speed and push another finger in.

Soon, I’ve got three fingers in myself, and the juices are flowing. On the tablet, the wife has slid down the neighbour’s cock and the husband has come around so that he can move his prick between her mouth and the neighbour’s. But I’m not really concentrating on them any more. I put the tablet down- they can carry on without me- and fumble for the bag with my left hand. My right hand slides out and fingers settle either side of my clit’s hood. I squeeze and gently move them from left to right, then in little circles, shivering with the step up in pleasure.

My left hand closes around what I was searching for. The vibrator is the pinkest thing I own, but it’s very quiet and waterproof. I haven’t dared use it in the shower yet, but it’s nice to know I could. It always feels a little dry at first, so I take the tip in my mouth and suck and lick around it. Then, holding it awkwardly, I twist the knob at the end until it’s buzzing just enough to be heard. I tease a nipple with it, rubbing my clit harder at the same time. I’m getting closer, and I want to shout out my pleasure. But I don’t want the rest of the flat to hear. Transferring the vibrator to my right hand, I pull up the sheets with my left and wad up a corner to bite on.

I move the vibrator around and through my pubic hair, feeling the buzz through the bone and muscle. Then I move it down, closer and closer, until it touches my clit. I bite harder on the blanket and close my eyes. That was a little too intense, even when I’m this excited. But I’m getting closer, ever closer. There’s something tight and tensed between my legs, waiting to break free and flow through the rest of my body. Running the vibrator over my labia just teases the orgasm building inside. I rub it up and down some more, getting it slick with my own juices, then change the angle to slide it in.

Now I remember the story again. I don’t know what they’ve been up to, but on my bed in my room, Greg is sliding his hard cock into me, and we’re both about to climax. I angle the vibrator so that it shakes and stimulates my clit without touching it and start pushing it in and out. Two, three, four thrusts and I’m coming, all my muscles tensing and then the warm, beautiful thing pulsing out from deep in my vagina and through my body. Squeaks and squeals escape past the blanket, and the bed creaks as I move on it. I’ve squeezed my legs together, trapping my hand and the vibrator, and the buzz drives aftershocks through me.

Slowly, slowly, I pull the vibrator from me, and let the little mini-orgasms subside. I pull the blanket from my mouth and lick my dry lips. I don’t know how that was for Greg the vibrator, but it worked for me. There’s a little tear running down my right cheek, always a sign that I’ve come hard. I don’t think Carl has ever featured in a fantasy that’s managed that. He certainly hasn’t achieved it in real life.

Best not to think about that and bring the mood down. I close my eyes and let the afterglow warm me.

[Submitted to Smut Sunday]