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Irina and Edward are going to christen their new home with some dirty fun beside the mill pond!
Irina and Edward are having a picnic beside the pond on their new property, waiting for their special guests.
When the four men from The Gang turn up, Irina knows she’s going to have a great time, being taken hard, and in as many ways as she can think of. One at a time or three at a time, she’s ready to take them all.
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These lucky ladies are getting their hot and hard fantasies fulfilled!
Four tales of multiple partner fun, as the Gang satisfies more of its members.
Snookered
Ursula is a very good snooker player, and she’s going to need all her skill in this very special game.
Playing against a team of five men, each taking turns, she loses a piece of clothing every time they score another ten points. They all shed a layer whenever she gets ten as well. So the race is on to see who can score fastest, and who gets naked first. Then, when the game is over and no-one’s wearing a stitch, the boys get to take turns again, but this time with Ursula, swapping and changing until they reach the messy finish she wants from them.
They’re making the rules up as they go along, and it’s going to be the best game ever.
Making Art
Florence has been commissioned to create a very special piece of art. She’s going to use her body to paint it, with the help of five hot men from The Gang.
Watched by the couple who are paying for the piece, Florence is going to be taken hard and without protection by all five men, leaving her mark on the canvas and making a spectacular picture.
Tanya’s Visitors
Tanya’s undressed for her guests.
Tanya’s having a very special day at home. She’s lounging around in one of her husband’s shirts, and waiting for her visitors to arrive. They won’t mind that she has so little on, because, soon enough, she’ll be wearing even less.
The Gang exists to fulfil its members’ fantasies of multiple partner fun, and Tanya’s husband Zach has made sure that some of the boys will arrive when he’s not there, so that she’ll have tales to tell him later.
Join Tanya as she greets her visitors, and makes them feel at home in a very intimate, hard and unprotected way. Dark and handsome TC, and blonde and dishy David are the first to arrive, but they’re soon joined by more.
It’s going to be a lazy afternoon that Tanya never forgets.
Gina’s Canal Adventure
Gina always wanted to make love on a boat.
She just hadn’t expected it to be a canal boat.
Her husband, James, as arranged for four guys from The Gang to join them for fun on the narrow boat. It’s going to be incredible, but the limited space is going to call for some careful planning.
Messing about on boats has never been so naughty.
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Anne ran home from work, taking a different route every day, to keep the experience fresh. Except for Tuesdays, when she always went the same way.
The large, honey coloured blocks of the shoulder high wall were blackened from years of traffic fumes. She always worried what the air pollution could be doing to her lungs when she saw the accumulation of soot and fumes like that. It was why, most of the time, she ran along river banks or around parks.
Like the one she was coming up to. The break in the wall revealed two flights of steps up and into the greenery. The front edges of the steps were worn down into shallow U shapes, the legacy of a century of feet. At the top of the steps were gate posts with a simplified fleur-de-lys carved into them, topped by squat, square based pyramids. Ornate wrought iron gates hung from the posts. They were latched back against little posts, and the shrubs behind each of them reached out thin branches and deep green leaves as if to grasp them.
The park wasn’t very large, a rectangle about the length of a football pitch, but not as wide. At one end, to Anne’s right, beds had been cut out of the grass, and now were a display of reds, whites and yellows, all the flowers in full bloom. The other end of the space was lawn, lightly concave out from the middle of the space to the neat edges along the sides of the path around the perimeter. There was a gate at each corner, and two more halfway along the longest walls- the one Anne had come in through, and another directly opposite.
Anne stopped for a moment. She put her head back and shook sweat dampened dark blonde curls. The strand of hair that had stuck itself to her forehead didn’t move, so she pushed it back from where it had been tickling her eyebrow. She took a swig from the water bottle in her right hand, then got the wrap around sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her pert nose again.
She found the cable that swirled from the phone, in its holster on her upper right arm, and pressed the button to stop playback. Then she pulled the buds from her ears. There was nowhere to store the cable in her tight jogging outfit, so she tucked a short length of the cable under the strap of her crop top. It would do to hold it in place for as long as she needed.
The shrubbery and trees formed a barrier, keeping out the fumes and noise from the road. Anne listened to the rustle of the branches and leaves in a light breeze. The green murmur was joined by the happy shouts of children at the far end of the park, enjoying running around and throwing themselves on to the short grass of the lawn.
After another swig from the bottle, she jogged on the spot for a moment, getting her rhythm back, then set off around the path to the opposite gate. As she passed the children, one of them, a little girl in a pale blue dress, pointed at her. She waved back, and the child laughed and ran off to play with her friends.
There was a small pavilion at this end of the park. It was more of a large shed with an open front and a bench along the back wall, closer to an old fashioned, brick built bus shelter than its name suggested. Sitting on the bench, chatting and occasionally checking up on the children, were two young mothers. On the other end of the bench, a young man- late teens or early twenties- looked up from his phone screen and, with no subtlety at all, watched Anne as she jogged past.
It was always gratifying to be checked out. Since she had started running, Anne had tightened up the slight flab she had been self-conscious about, and was very comfortable in her body. Affirmation, in the form of the male gaze, was always welcome, though.
She was short and trim, with shapely legs and arms. Her flat stomach was on show, thanks to the tight crop top, which made the most of her small breasts. The skin tight jogging bottoms showed off the firm roundness of her buttocks. She slowed a little, and adjusted her gait to put a roll into the cheeks. She might as well give the horny teenager something to stare at, she decided, grinning.
Reaching the corner of the lawn, Anne sped up again, sprinting half the length of the park to get to the gate. Through the gate, Anne entered a quiet street. Dead ending against the park, it wasn’t going to get any through traffic, though at this time of day there was the occasional car returning from the commute. She jogged along the pavement, rather than down the middle of the road, as she would have liked.
The tall, semi detached houses were dark red brick and stone, set back from the pavement by tiny yards. Most of them had been broken down into flats, for young professionals. Anne dodged around an opening car door, giving silent evil vibes toward the suit wearing idiot who had almost knocked her down. She forgot the incident quickly, not letting it tamp down the excitement as she approached her destination.
On the corner of the junction with a larger cross road was a newer building. It was set further from the street. Built in paler, almost orange, brick, it was a dull, square three storey block, with white plastic window frames and dark brown painted front door. Anne looked around, though she wasn’t sure what she was checking for, then walked briskly to the door.
Beside the door was a brushed metal plate with buttons for the nine flats. Anne pressed number four. Almost immediately, there was a buzz and light clunk as the door lock released. She pushed through, and all but ran across the foyer to the stairs. Climbing it two steps at a time, she grasped the bannister and swung her weight around the turn on the landing.
Number four was right beside the top of the stairs. The door was already cracked open, waiting for her. She bustled inside and closed it behind her.
Simon was waiting for her beside the door. He was already naked, and had clearly been thinking about her arrival. She dropped the water bottle, and reached out for his erection. He caught her hand, just as she knew he would. Pushing her against the door, he lifted her hand up and pressed it against the top of the frame. She kept it there when he released it, and let him lift her other hand up to join it.
Crossing her wrists, Anne pretended her hands were now tied up above her head. She showed that she was happy to let him do what he wanted with her.
Simon dropped to his knees before Anne. He kissed her naked midriff, flicking his tongue around her navel, as his hands found the waistband of her jogging pants. They grasped either side, and pulled them down to her ankles in one easy move. She wore nothing under the pants, so now his face was on a level with her naked crotch.
Hands spread Anne’s knees, so that they could travel up the insides of her thighs to the warmth of her labia, which were fully exposed under her neatly trimmed bush. Simon’s left hand moved up to her mons, to run a thumb across the swatch of short hair that remained. His right hand stopped just short of her warm and waiting sex, teasing her with its proximity.
Anne bent her knees some more, trying to lower herself onto the fingers that pointed straight up into her. Of course, Simon moved them down just as far.
Now, she was beginning to wish she really were tied to the door frame. With her feet trapped close together by the joggers around her ankles, and her knees bent the way they were, she didn’t feel very stable. She could bring her hands down and grasp the outside of the door frame, but she didn’t want to do that until instructed.
As she strained to look down at what was happening around her sex, the shades slipped down Anne’s nose. They didn’t quite go far enough to fall off, maybe because she scrunched up her nose to flare the nostrils and catch it. Simon looked up. He could probably see his reflection in the glass of the shades, and grinned at it as he fed two fingers into her.
The digits only went in to the first knuckles, then they swirled around, trying to touch every last bit of her entrance. Now Anne was trembling, her balance even less steady.
Simon took pity on her. “Show me your tits.” he commanded, freeing her hands.
The elasticated band that ran around under her breasts fastened at the back, like a bra. Simon wrapped his left arm around her right leg to support her as she unfastened the clasps. Countering that helping hand, the other pushed the fingers deep inside her, providing a distraction to fight.
With the top loosened, Anne rolled it up over her breasts, then fought it over her head and down her arms. It and her shades joined the water bottle on the floor. She released the straps that held the phone on her arm, and let it drop into the pile as well.
Anne felt the fingers leave her, and was disappointed. It was brief, though, as she heard the crackle of the velcro fasteners on one of her trainers being released. Simon lifted her left foot just enough to pull the trainer, and then the leg of the pants, off.
Simon didn’t bother with the other trainer. He planted her left foot so that she was balanced again, though the extra padding of the sole on her remaining trainer made her feel skewed. He stood up. He was almost a foot taller than her. When he was this close, his erection pressed against her belly, the head enticingly close to the bottom of her cleavage. “Against the wall, on the bed or on the floor?” he asked.
Anne didn’t know what she wanted. There was a thrill to having sex up against the wall, with him lifting her up and pressing her against it to hold her in place, but she hardly ever came that way. It had been a hard day at the office, and she really wanted the release of a good climax. The floor offered similar added illicit pleasures, but she didn’t want the carpet burns. “The bed.” she said.
Simon turned and walked toward the bedroom. Anne bent to release her other trainer and pull of her pants. She practically hopped along the short corridor as she did this, so eager was she to get to the bed. She discarded the pants by the bathroom door, and was now naked but for the smart watch, which would be registering some interesting heart activity. Simon watched her from the doorway, barely keeping down his smile as he played the dominant role. As she passed him, he grabbed her left butt cheek with a smack that made her jump.
“How do you want me?” Anne asked as she walked ahead of Simon to the bed.
“Hands and knees.” he said.
Climbing onto the bed, Anne planted herself firmly on her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. Her behind faced the bottom of the bed and, she knew, the window. The room was light, the curtain wasn’t drawn. The window faced the side wall of another house, with its own window directly opposite. Anne often wondered if whoever lived behind that window ever saw what she did on this bed with Simon every Tuesday. Well, every Tuesday they didn’t go at it in the hallway, or one of the other rooms. She wiggled her buttocks, just in case she was giving anyone a show.
She glanced to the side, to see Simon picking up a condom from the bedside table. She knew from experience that he would have left others in convenient spots around the flat. He unwrapped the sheath as he walked around to the foot of the bed. There was an excruciating pause between him leaving her field of vision and the feeling of the mattress sinking as he climbed onto it.
Simon slapped Anne’s butt again, lightly, just a playful swat. Then his hands landed on her cheeks, grasping and squeezing them. Anne pushed back at the hands, trying to find the cock that was somewhere behind them. He was too strong to let her move, though, and she knew it. But it was fun to play.
“Hold still, or you don’t get it.” Simon said. Did he mean it? Just in case, Anne froze in place.
Simon’s hands ran over Anne’s buttocks, stroking and kneading the smooth skin. Then they worked their way down the backs of her thighs, stopping to rest in the crook at the back of her knees. She was so sensitive there that he hardly had to move his fingers. He scraped knuckles across the erogenous zone, and she bit her lip, trembling with pleasure and anticipation.
The hands left the back of Anne’s knees. She stifled a disappointed sound, knowing where they were going next. They travelled up the insides of her thighs, stopping to run little circles whenever the muscle twitched in response to them.
Eventually, Simon’s left hand came up to cup and squeeze Anne’s butt. His right rested over her sex, pressing against the warmth and wetness. It moved in small circles, the palm pushing and pulling her lips whilst the tips of his fingers played with her clitoris through the fleshy hood over it. Like some shy creature being coaxed into the open, the little bud grew and stiffened until it poked out.
If he touched the button right now, she would squeal. It would be too intense. But he knew that, and his fingers slid either side of it as they moved down. They parted her labia, and two slid into her. Not what she wanted now, but a nice enough alternative.
Simon’s hand pumped back and forth, building its tempo as she grew more excited. She was getting wetter, and he slid in and out of her easily. It didn’t matter what he had told her earlier, she began pushing back against him. She gave voice to her pleasure, in case he hadn’t noticed.
Anne dropped onto her elbows. She pulled handfuls of the sheets to herself, and buried her face in them. They hardly stifled her cries.
She was so, so close to orgasm when he stopped. His fingers left her, and she felt empty. She pushed back, but his hands were there again, stopping her.
Did he want her to whimper? To beg for is cock? Because she would, if that was what it took.
She was trying to find the appropriate words when she felt movement. He had shuffled forwards. His hands had moved as well. One of them caught his shaft as it homed in on her sex, and guided it between the wet lips. After all the noise she had made whilst he played his fingers inside her, now she couldn’t make a sound.
Simon thrust all the way into Anne, until the skin of their thighs slapped together. She let her elbows slide forward, until she was stretched out flat on the mattress, and her hands were against the wall. She wanted him to pound her hard, and he always did that best when she was like this, with her butt tilted up ever so slightly.
Anne twisted her hips, lifting her butt up into the air. Simon helped her get into just the right position, then planted his hands either side of her shoulders. He pulled back, drawing out of her, and leaving her empty again, then thrust back in hard. That was what she wanted.
Simon soon had the rhythm that Anne wanted. Long, hard and fast pumps of his penis inside her. The only sound was the slap of their skin together and the grunts that kept time with it. As Simon drove on, Anne’s grunts took on an ever higher pitch.
She screamed out as she came.
Never mind what the neighbours across from the window saw. What did the people in the flats above and below hear on a Tuesday? If she hadn’t been on a plateau of pleasure from Simon’s still insistent movements inside her, Anne might have had a little laugh at that thought. Instead, she was making quite different noises.
Simon held himself in place at the end of a thrust. Anne took a deep breath, feeling a peak rising up from the plateau. He hadn’t just climaxed, but he was close. She recognised the moment. He pulled out slowly, deliberately, holding the semen inside. Then he made another flurry of hard fast thrusts. This time, when he pressed hard against her, he let out a sound that was part grunt and part sigh. Anne imagined she could feel the condom filling up, deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a while. Then Simon reached down, clasping the end of the condom as he pulled out of her. With an easy move, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the sheath off. Anne rolled onto her side to watch as he knotted it and tossed it into a bin beside the bedside cabinet. He turned to her and laid a hand on her hip.
“I’m still not much good at that dominant thing.” Simon said, as his fingers traced a line down to Anne’s waist, then back up to her breasts. He played with a nipple, absent mindedly.
“You did fine.” Anne told him. “Next time, I’ll push you back onto the bed and ride you hard.” She checked her watch. “We could make next time now. I think I have the time. How soon can you get it back up?”
Simon stood and turned to Anne. She studied him. It was a lovely penis, by any standard. Soft, it was still fat from the blood that had been pumping into it so recently. She imagined it twitched and stretched as she watched. “I can get it up in no time. A little helping hand, or head, will speed it up, though.”
Anne grinned. “Okay, but not while it tastes of condom. Go wash that off.”
Simon has two lovers. But is that enough?
Anne runs to him on Tuesdays. John tosses a coin on Thursdays to decide what they’ll do. They’re both sexy and inventive, and Simon’s enjoying the no-strings fun.
But when he sees his two lovers together, everything changes. He has to make a choice that will change their relationships, and his life, completely. Is it over, or is it the beginning of something bigger?
Neighbours & Lovers is a series of stories in a common setting, with friends and acquaintances popping up in each other’s tales. With an emphasis on multiple partner relationships, the stories contain explicit scenes, and are for over 18s only.
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I love the taste of Samantha, and the way it changes with her excitement. It’s sharp, tangy, maybe with a hint of citrus-y sweetness, which mellows the wetter and more excited she gets.
She tasted particularly mellow, and very hot, after a long session of teasing from my tongue. I’d started by kissing my way up the insides of her thighs, then licking the crease where they met her crotch. Close to her sex, but cheekily avoiding it. There was only so long either of us could keep that up, and I’d soon been helping her labia get wet as they puffed up with blood. I’d kept moving, lingering on spots that got the best sounds from her. She’d come once already, but she hadn’t told me to stop, and I didn’t want to.
In fact, I wanted to go a bit further, and try something we hadn’t done yet. We’d worked out rules for this, for mid sex changes of direction. It wasn’t complicated, I just had to ask. Mouth right over her sex, close enough to feel its warmth, I asked, “Want to try something new?”
I looked up- taking in the dark red patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, the light curve of her belly, the shallow valley between her lovely little breasts- to see if she had heard me. Her shoulders were propped up on pillows, so she could see what I was doing. Her face was flushed, and sweat had tacked a couple of strands of errant red hair to her forehead. She had that expression that spoke of sexual ecstasy and sensual joy. The one I would do almost anything to inspire. And she had heard me.
There was almost disappointment in her lovely green eyes. She could happily have let me lick and kiss for hours. But the prospect of something new held a promise of more excitement. “What do you want to try?”
“Rimming.”
We’d talked about it often enough, and I’d slid fingers and butt plugs into her behind before- and she mine- but, somehow, neither of us had licked the other down there yet.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Sam said, grinning. “Should I roll over?”
She was already moving to flip onto her front. I hoisted her left leg over my head, helping her, then I clasped a butt cheek in each hand, landing the grabs as light slaps. She wriggled as I squeezed and pressed them.
Hugging the pillow like a lover, she pulled her knees up to raise her butt. I slipped my left hand down to her knee, then back up the inside of her thigh. Reaching her crotch, I found her hot and wet from my tongue’s attentions. Two fingers slid easily into her. She pushed back against them, lifting her backside higher, into just the right position for me.
She was giving me the most intimate view possible. I lingered a while to enjoy it. With her legs spread, parting her buttocks, her arsehole was on display for me. That tight little hole was going to get so much attention this weekend, starting now. I should think of something better to call it. Arse, bum, behind, back passage, anus, sphincter. All usable, but none seemed quite right. I am a writer, after all, I should be able to conjure up just the right word.
Whatever I was going to call it, it was waiting for me. Slightly darker than the skin around it, little creases in her skin radiated out of it, like the twinkles a child might draw around a star.
That wasn’t all that was under my gaze. Sam’s labia were puffed up and red from all the attention I’d given them already. I spread my fingers and split them, getting a look deep inside her, dark pink and glistening. She made a little sigh, but bucked her hips to remind me of what I was supposed to be doing.
I started by kissing my way up her thigh, as I had earlier. My fingers moved slowly in and out of her, keeping her hot, but not distracting from what my tongue was doing. I flicked the tip across the skin between the two entrances, the perineum. This was a sensitive area as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up.
My tongue traced a path up the slope of one buttock, jumped across, then came down the other. By this point, I was teasing myself almost as much as her. I’d had a hard on for so long that its stiffness was almost becoming painful. The more I played with her, the worse it was going to get.
Flicking my tongue around the rim of her arsehole might not provide relief for me, but it would distract. I went for the prize, and she made a strange hissing, giggling sound as she drew in a breath and gave voice to the odd new sensation.
It had a different flavour to her pussy. Darker, more bitter. I could be tempted to say smoky. There were no juices, but for my own saliva, to change the way she tasted as I excited her. Just skin, and warmth.
I pressed the flat of my tongue over the hole, and ground against it. “Fuck.” she said, quietly. Then, long and drawn out, “Fuck, yeah.”
My tongue started dancing around the entrance to her behind, tasting it and getting it wet. I pressed the tip against the ring of muscle, pushing it a little way in. All the while, my fingers in her pussy were moving in and out, and round and round, as her body gyrated and bucked in response.
“I want a finger in there as well. Fuck my arse with your fingers. Fuck me.” she groaned.
There was no way I was going to ignore an order like that. I love it when she gives dirty commands.
I wonder how many people would be shocked to hear such a string of obscenities come from her pretty pink lips. Samantha can appear so sweet and innocent when she wants to. But, not so deep down, she’s a passionate, wonderfully dirty woman. Who knows what she wants, and is happy to ask for it.
We had tubes of lube on the bedside table, ready for use over the weekend, and I could, just, reach one without taking my fingers out of her pussy. It was clumsy, biting down on the cap and twisting the tube to open it, but the other hand was busy moving fingers in and out of Sam.
“Hold still.” She tried, but couldn’t keep from moving around. I squeezed a little of the clear liquid out, and the ring of muscle twitched as it hit. I swirled the tip of my finger around in the lube, coating the hole and the skin around it. I squirted some more out, pooling it just above the hole so that I could get some on my finger as well this time.
Samantha knew what came next, and was pushing back, trying to help. I let my hand ride her movement at first, then pressed gently. I slid my finger easily in, getting as far as the first knuckle, and she held herself still. Slipping smoothly on the lube, my finger was soon as far inside her as it would go.
There’s a reason people call the sphincter a ring piece. The muscle around my finger was tight. It squeezed me as Sam clenched, as if she wanted to hold it in as I pulled it out again. I pumped it in and out a few times, speeding up, but not too much.
As I started moving my left hand in, as my right hand moved out in a counter rhythm, Sam lifted her head. “Two fingers?” It was part question, part suggestion. Could I? Would I?
I paused, just long enough to coat my middle finger with more lubricant. I pressed it up alongside my index finger, trying to slide it into the hole as well. Slowly, slowly, she opened wider for me, and I had two fingers in her behind. She made a little victorious hiss.
“Fuck me. Fuck my arse with your fingers.” Sam pushed back, urging me on.
I went back to the previous rhythm, pushing fingers into her arse as I pulled them from her pussy, then pulling out of her arse and pushing into her pussy. She twisted her body, turning herself to give me the best access she could.
With her head down, and her left leg hooked up and over my shoulder, Sam was contorted into a strange position. From the outside, we might have looked absurd, but we didn’t care. I kissed the inside of her knee, and kept my fingers moving.
Sam’s climax hit her hard. She made sounds like ecstatic hiccups, which kept time with the muscles squeezing my fingers and her hips jerking. Warm liquid splashed down my left forearm and onto her right thigh and the bed as she ejaculated.
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Now that they had picked up the four men he’d enlisted from The Gang, and moored the boat on a quiet stretch of canal, she was beginning to wonder if the plan could possibly work. The cabin was taller than she had expected, though James, and two of the men, had to crouch to keep from bashing their heads on the ceiling. It was the width that would restrict them. Gina wanted to take two men at once- in fact, she wanted to take one in her pussy and another in her mouth, then have James in her arse whilst another of the guys was in her pussy- and she wasn’t sure how they’d do that in the cramped space.
Gina looked at her husband. He was already working out the logistics of it, she could tell. If anyone could make this work, it was him. “So, how are we going to do this?” she asked him.
“You decide which order you want the boys in, and I’ll sort out who goes where, and when. It should come together easily enough.” James grinned when he realised the terrible pun he had accidentally made.
Gina studied the four smiling men crowded into the lounge and kitchen space. They’d been introduced, and she was sure that she could remember all their names. Each of them appeared excited at the chance to be with her, but she wanted to see for sure. “I can’t possibly make a decision until I’ve seen them all naked.”
The boys hardly needed the nod from James, and started stripping. “You too.” Gina told her husband.
“Would you like some help getting undressed as well?” James asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.
“You can all help. Once you’re naked.”
Gina watched as shirts and T-shirts were discarded. Then the disrobing stalled as the men all tried to find an easy way to remove their shoes without falling over or squeezing others into tight corners. Gina sighed at the sight, but bit back on laughing. “Okay. I’ve got an idea that will help. Form a queue. James, get to the back of the queue.” As James squeezed his way to the end of the group of men, Gina sat on one of the benches. “Okay, one by one, come here and sit across from me to take your shoes off. Then, I’ll help you out of your trousers.”
She motioned the first of the men forward. This was Ravi, tall and fit, with dark brown skin and jet black hair. He sat on the opposite bench, and had his trainers and socks off quickly. When he stood again, he only had to take a half step forwards. With his head bent to fit under the roof, he seemed to be curving over the top of Gina.
Ravi’s jeans hung low, held up by hips, just, and revealing the waistband of his boxer shorts. Gina reached out quickly, and unbuttoned the jeans. Released, they dropped to his ankles without encouragement. The black material of his boxers was stretched out, showing the outline of a fine looking erection.
Gina squeezed the shaft through the dark material, then tugged at the elastic of the waistband. The erection shifted, and the head popped out for her as soon as there was a wide enough gap. She licked her lips. The head was fat, and the body obviously long. She was going to enjoy tasting it.
It was a surprise, but not a disappointment, to find that Ravi’s glans was fatter than the rest of his penis. He wasn’t exactly skinny, though, and had a good length. He was circumcised, she noticed. She had never experienced a cut penis before. James still had his foreskin, as did both of their regular male lovers, and all the men she had been with previously. Would it be significantly different, she wondered.
Ducking toward the hard on, Gina flicked the fat head with the tip of her tongue. It twitched, and he made a little sigh. Opening her lips, she gave the head a little kiss, then pulled it toward her to slide them over it. She closed her lips over the warm, fat knob, and ran her tongue over it. He shifted under her attentions, weight moving from one foot to the other as he tried to hold still.
With an exaggerated slurp, Gina let Ravi’s cock out of her mouth. She gave him a smile, before turning to see who was next in line for her help undressing. Ravi sat on the end of the opposite couch to remove his trousers and boxers, whilst Darren sat down to remove his shoes and socks.
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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?”
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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.
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She’s their warrior queen, and they’ve promised their bodies to her.
Renée’s dressed as a warrior princess, getting photos taken for her next film. But she didn’t expect the five extras dressed up as her travelling band of adventurers to be from The Gang.
They’re ready and willing to do whatever she wants, in as many ways and positions as possible. She has the looks and body of a goddess, and they will worship it.
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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.
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