Practice the next day was interesting to say the least. He was very apprehensive during warm-up until Sandra skated up and thumped him on the mask with hers. “Relax kid, its play time.” She winked at him and skated off, and he knew none were the wiser.
There were some subtle differences though. When one of the freshman girls lost an edge and crashed into him, Denae pounced on her like a mother lion defending her cub. Alan grabbed the freshman as Sandra pulled the screaming Denae off of her. “Damn it Denae, chill out!”
“Well what kinda rube-ass shit was that?” screamed Denae. “We all know he’s still recovering from the concussion!”
“Easy, she just lost an edge,” said Frank, “she wasn’t even cutting it close. It happens; it is a contact sport after all.”
“I don’t care!” she yelled.
Sandra grabbed Denae by the facemask and made her look into her eyes. “Look Princess,” Sandra said lowly so only the three of them could hear, “unless you want these other busy bodies on the team to get the idea that you have a crush on Hasek over here, I suggest you relax a bit. Once, they’ll give you because it was your boyfriend who fucked him up in the first place and you feel responsible. Pull that “get off my man” shit again, and they might get the impression that the masked man here spent the even tearing up that pretty pink pussy of yours with that monster he’s packing under those pads.” Sandra actually licked her lips after that statement, and Frank blinked in surprise.
“So,” she continued, “are we cool now.”
“Yeah,” said Denae, “you’re right. Sorry.”
“Its ok kid,” said Sandra tapping her on the head, “Now go tell the freshman you’re sorry you made her cry and explain that you’re just feeling protective because your boyfriend beat up our practice goalie.”
“Thanks a lot,” said Frank sarcastically and Sandra threw him a wink.
“Sucks to be the Captain,” she said when she saw Denae and the freshman give each other a brief hug. “OK, time to go explain how there’s no crying in hockey.” She gave Frank a slap on the pads with her stick and skated off.
“And a fine Captain at that,” said Frank to himself.
After practice Frank showered quickly, tossing a few glances at the crack in the tile where he had seen through to the girls’ shower the day before. He considered sneaking another peek, but Alan was packing his gear in the next room, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. He packed up his gear and headed out to his car to find Denae and the Ra-Ra’s leaning against it waiting.
“Hey Frank,” said Denae in a friendly mater of fact way, “You free for dinner?”
Frank paused a moment, wondering about the implications of the invitation. Was she starting to fall for him? If so he didn’t want to lead her on, but he had actually enjoyed hanging out with the four girls for dinner the night before. Fear, that had been ruling his life for too long came rushing back in. What was it Denae had said, that he was scared to hurt anyone the way he had been hurt? Well she knew the score and knew that there wasn’t going to be any relationship between them, so why was he stressing about it. It stuck him how ridiculous this would sound to any other guy, that he was actually thinking about refusing an invitation to have dinner with four sexy 20 year olds.
“Sure,” he said, “why not. Where are we going? I’ll buy.”
“Our place,” said Denae brightly, and his suspicions were brought back to life.
“Relax tiger,” said Sandra in her sarcastic manner, mistaking his surprise as one of excitement at the possibilities, not concern. “I have a project due tomorrow and I need some guinea pigs to try it out on.”
“Sandra in the culinary school,” said Sara helpfully.
“These three are pretty used to my flavors by now,” Sandra said, “I need a fresh tongue.”
Frank wondered if the Freudian slip were intentional or not. When Sandra raised an eyebrow, he was sure she knew exactly what she had said. He smiled and looked right into her eyes. “Sure, why not. My tongue is yours to use and abuse as you see fit.”
Sandra shook her head and Rashal and Sara started giggling. Denae on the other hand, shot him a pained look that told him very clearly what she’d like to do with his tongue.
“Let’s go,” said Denae brightly, “I’ll ride with Frank.”
“Just be careful,” said Sandra, “we already lost one goalie that way.”
Frank could feel himself turning red and Sandra close the car door and the girls pulled out of the parking lot. He looked over at Denae who smiled back at him with a naughty twinkle in here eyes. By the time Frank had backed up and pulled out into traffic, she had his cock buried in her throat and was working him slowly and deliberately. It was obvious she was just teasing him, and had no plans of bringing him off anytime soon.
“Look,” said Frank about 6 blocks from her apartment, “you better either finish the job quick or quit right now, because I’m not walking in there looking like I’m smuggling a billy club.”
Denae giggled and removed her mouth from his cock. “I guess you have a point, but I don’t want to waste it. I think I’ll save it all for later.” She gently pushed his cock back into his pants and started to zip his fly.
“Um, why don’t you let me do that,” he said apprehensively. “Nothing personal, just a bad experience in high school.”
Denae giggled and removed her hands. When they pulled up to the apartment building, Frank leaned over and pulled Denae to him. He kissed her hungrily, lustfully and she melted into him. His hand snaked down the front of her sweats and he began to slowly rub small circles around her sensitive clit. Denae moaned into his mouth and within seconds he could feel his hands swimming in her fluids. He suddenly broke their kiss and withdrew his hand from her pants and looking into her eyes, licked her sweet nectar from his fingers. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he asked and got out of the car. She moaned in frustration and crossed her arms, pouting. He laughed and opened her car door offering her his hand. She took it and let him pull her from the car. He lightly kissed her forehead, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“You owe me,” she said with a wicked grin.
“Don’t worry,” Frank said, “I’ll make good. I don’t want to make a habit of this, but since you’ve already got me in your web, the least I can do is offer you one more night of orgasmic bliss.”
Inside the apartment the other three girls already had the table set and Sandra was busy getting dinner ready. Denae went off to the kitchen to help Sandra while the other two girls drug Frank off to the living room to entertain him. Much to Frank’s surprise the talk centered on hockey, and mainly them wanting to hear about the good ole days. They listened eagerly as Frank regaled them about what it was like before the days of high impact plastic protective gear and composite sticks. Back when goalie pads weighed more than a large fourth grader, and he wore a mask that was straight out of a Friday the 13th movie. He was relieved when Sandra informed them that dinner was ready. All the reminiscing was making him feel old.
He looked over at Sandra as she sat at the end of the table. He found himself wondering if she was in fact a lesbian. He hated stereotyping people, but all the signs were there. She was definitely the alpha female in the group, and treated them al with an almost mother protectiveness. While she showed him no dislike, she was in no way flirtatious, as the other girls were. She was very athletic and fit, not a sign in and of itself, but she paired it with an almost boyish style of dress. Not to say she was butch in anyway, to the contrary she was quite feminine in appearance. She continued to drop jibes at both him and Denae with not so subtle hints about their sexual encounters, which led him to think there may be a touch of jealousy there, and he doubted it was Denae that she was jealous of. All in all he really didn’t care, but it made him curious about what other arrangements might be going on in this house amongst its occupants. The thought of these four girls naked in a pile on the living room floor made his cock twitch, and he had to clear his throat and take a drink of water to keep from turning red.
The dinner was exquisite. He recognized a number of the items, but was completely clueless as to others. Sandra waited until everyone was seated and then laid out the menu.
“Okay, here’s what we have tonight. The salad is a mixed greens with Argüelles tossed with almonds and pine nuts, with a coriander dressing. We also have oyster stew, followed by chicken stuffed with figs and covered in a ginger and nutmeg glaze and brazed asparagus with a light truffle sauce. And for dessert, bananas foster and chocolate dipped strawberries.” Sandra looked at Frank proudly, almost defiantly, as if daring him to say anything about her menu.
“Wow,” was all Frank could say, “And here I was expecting Home-Ec grade lasagna or something.”
The girls giggled.
“I’m studying French cuisine right now,” said Sandra grabbing a bottle of Chardonnay from the small wine rack. “It’s a little uppity for my tastes, but some people like it. Dig in.” With that she uncorked the wine and passed the bottle.
Frank was amazed at how everything tasted. Of all the dishes, only the oyster stew was familiar to him. Even the chicken, with its inventive ginger and nutmeg was unique, and Frank was amazed at how the flavors contrasted from the bite of the ginger to the sweetness of the figs stuffed in side, the meaty neutral flavor of the chicken forming a bridge between the two. The asparagus was coated in a luxurious truffle sauce, and Frank wondered how she had afforded to buy real truffles.
When dinner was finished, Sandra sat back expectedly and stared at Frank. “Well?”
“Sandra,” he said looking right into her eyes, “are you sure you’re a hockey player?”
The girls started laughing. “Seriously,” he said, “this was amazing. The menu items were so different yet they all blended together so well. The chicken dish was so complex. I love how there were two distinctive flavors in the ginger and the figs. They easily could have been at odds, but the chicken was the perfect base to bring them together.”
“You see girls,” Sandra said, “that is what I need to hear, not yeah it was great!” And with that, Frank saw Sandra really smile for the first time. It wasn’t a sardonic lopsided grin she usually wore, but a real smile of pleasure at his compliments.
“I don’t know,” said Rashal. “Why do I feel like I just entered and episode of Iron Chef?” Again the girls giggled.
“Oh shut up,” said Sandra. She then turned her smile back to Frank. “Thank you Frank. I’m glad you liked it.”
“No,” said Frank, “thank you. Just be sure to invite me over for mid-terms!”
“You got it,” she said still smiling. “Okay girls, clean up time. Denae, why don’t you take your little friend back into the living room and get him another glass of whine while we clear things off. Then we’ll have dessert.”
Denae poured Frank another glass and taking his hand, lead him into the living room and turned on the gas fireplace. “Be right back, I’m gonna change clothes.” She gave him a parting kiss and ran lightly down the hall to her bedroom.
She emerged a couple minutes later wearing a pink camisole and a skimpy pair of pink lace boy shorts which crept seductively up her ass and perfectly framed her round cheeks. Her nipples poked obscenely out through the thin fabric and pink gave her skin a rosy cast. She walked over and sat next to him, curling up like a kitten on his lap. He was instantly on guard again, his self consciousness coming back as he threw a glance toward the kitchen.
“Um, Denae,” he said softly, “as sexy as you look in that outfit and you do look damn sexy by the way, do you think it’s entirely appropriate?”
Denae gave him a disgusted sigh, “Frank for being wild in bed you are the most prudish person I have ever met. No it’s not inappropriate; this is what I always where when I’m lounging around with my roommates. If you’re worried about them finding out that we are screwing around, I’d say last night took care of that problem. The pussy is out of the bag, so to speak.”
“I guess you’re right,” he said, a bit embarrassed by everything that had happened.
“Don’t be embarrassed and don’t worry about it,” Denae said, reaching up and caressing his cheek, “it’s all good. They don’t care at all. Now if I suddenly announced that I was madly in love with you, they might be a little worried, but as long as it’s just us having fun, it’s cool. I dare say they are even a little jealous.”
“What?” said Frank in surprise.
“Yeah,” she said. “They gave me a really hard time about being a screamer last night after you left. Then Sara asked me 101 questions about what all we did, what it was like, etc.”
“Wait a minute,” said Frank warily, “what did you tell them?”
“Oh, pretty much everything,” said Denae. She started giggling at his shocked expression to her answer. “Oh grow up Frank, that’s what girlfriends do. We have no secrets from each other, but none of the four of us would ever rat out one of the others if we told them not to. I specifically said that what I told them stays between the four of us.”
Frank sighed, “You’re ruining my reputation, you know.”
“You’ll live,” quipped Denae.
Just then Sandra announced that dessert was ready and the three girls entered carrying trays and a Champagne bucket. Frank was shocked not by the elegance of the presentation, but by what the three girls wore. All had changed clothes and were wearing outfits similar to Denae’s.
Rashal was wearing a tiger print satin nightgown that covered her to mid thigh and hung low enough on it’s spaghetti straps that he could see plenty of cleavage and cocoa skin. Sara was wearing a white lace baby doll nighty which was semi transparent. As the firelight glinted, he could see her nipples as dark shadows under the sheer white fabric. Sandra was wearing basically the same thing she had the night before, but a different t-shirt. This one was black and in white letters across it was the saying ‘Mean People Suck’. Again he found himself wondering what she had on underneath that t-shirt.
Sandra was carrying a silver tray which had the chocolate dipped strawberries and the banana’s foster on it, while Sara carried a stack of plates and forks and Rashal the champagne. Sandra winked at him and turned to set the tray on the coffee table and he saw the back of her shirt was also printed. It read “Nice People Swallow’. Frank was about to laugh when she bent over and set the tray down, causing the t-shirt to ride up slightly. He saw the bottom of her bare ass cheeks peeking out beneath the hem of the t-shirt, and swore that between her slightly parted legs he could see just the hint of her fleshy mound. One more mystery solved, he thought, she’s not wearing anything under that t-shirt. The site before him caused his cock to jump again and harden just a bit.
She then pulled out a lighter and lit two long taper candles to finish the scene. She stepped back and surveyed the presentation. She brought her hand to her chin as if puzzled. “Something’s not right here,” she said.
“I know,” said Sara, “we’re all dressed in something comfortable and Frank still looks lie he should be at a business meeting.”
Sandra nodded in agreement. “Hm. What are we going to do about that? I don’t think he’ll fit into one of your nighties Denae.”
“No problem,” said Denae, “boxers and a t-shirt will fit in just fine.”
“How do you know he’s got on boxers?” asked Rashal.
“Why do you think she wasn’t hungry when she got her,” said Sandra setting the girls into a fit of giggles. “Come on Frank, take em off!”
Frank was too shocked to say anything.
“Oh for the love of…” Denae said as she stood and pulled him to his feet. “Four college girls in lingerie tell him to strip and he stands there embarrassed.” She started unbuttoning his shirt like a frustrated mother trying to get a kid ready for bed.
“Alright, alright,” Frank said pushing Denae’s hands away and unbuttoning his pants. “Give a guy a minute to cope, will ya? This is new territory for a man my age.”
The girls once more started giggling. He removed his pants as stood in his white t-shirt, blue boxers and black socks. He looked at Denae and opened his arms for approval. “Happy?” She simply looked down at his feet and raised an eyebrow.
“What,” she asked, “you don’t like the black socks?” She shook her head and he sighed mournfully and removed the black argyle socks.
“There, much better,” said Sandra. “Let’s eat.”
The arranged themselves around the twin couches and Sandra served them. Each time she bent to fill a plate she would bend a little deeper, her ass exposing itself to his view. When she popped the champagne, she dropped the cork and bent quickly to retrieve it. When she did Frank found himself staring at her fully exposed ass. The round globes were rock hard and muscular, yet the skin was flawless. Not a trace of hair could be seen as his eyes traveled down her crack. Staring him right in the faced was the wrinkled ring of her asshole, its color barely distinguishable from the pale skin around it, only a touch of crimson setting it off.
His eyes continued and he could her pussy obscenely exposed to his view. Two large puffy lips hung down, completely bare and slightly parted. No mound was present around them, a tribute to her lack of body fat. He could see the point where the lips met and the well hidden clit that lay at its top. His eyes strained for a hint of her lightning bolt shaped bush, but saw none. His eyes continued their journey and he was a bit disappointed to realize that the light was too low for him to see the breast concealed within her t-shirt. What he did see was Sandra, staring back at him from between her legs.
She had paused ever so slightly in her bending and looked back at him. He felt the flush begin to creep up his face. Sandra smiled her sardonic grin and winked at him before bending back up. The whole exchange took less than a second, but the implications hit him hard. The little bitch had done that on purpose. She was teasing him. He thought back to his suspicions. Was this a lesbian playing games and teasing him with something he couldn’t have, or was it something else?
So there he sat, in his boxer shorts, in between Denae and Sandra, with two other 20 year old girls in sexy lingerie across the table from him, drinking champagne and eating chocolate covered strawberries. He tried to think of something to say, something to stimulate the conversation, but the only thing that came to mind was ‘Dear Penthouse…’
They ate dessert and each had a second glass of Champagne, making small talk and chatting about nothing. Out of the blue, Sandra asked Frank, “So what did you think about the way I put the menu together tonight?”
“I thought it was great,” said Frank, “I’ve never had a meal laid out like that.”
“Sandra’s really big into themed meals,” said Sara taking a sip of champagne.
“So what was your theme for tonight?” asked Frank, taking the bait.
“Sex,” she said flatly.
“Excuse me?” said Frank.
“Each of the foods and herbs used in the preparation of that meal are purported to have aphrodisiacal qualities,” Sandra said, taking another sip of champagne. “That’s the basis for my assignment. A Meal for Passion.”
There was a pause and for some reason Frank was keenly aware that the normally bubbly girls weren’t giggling. This concerned him and he looked around at the four of them. Sandra was grinning, half hiding her smile behind her champagne flute, her eyes dancing naughtily. Sara’s eyes were filled with hungry look and her lips were pressed together in a thin line, as if terrified that he might say no. Rashal was sitting back, her legs crossed and thighs rubbing slowly together. She traced a finger around the rim of her flute and liked her lips as he made eye contact with her.
Katrina positioned herself so that she was on her feet and hands suspended in a position that allowed both Michael and Monica to alternately thrust into her. A cock so to speak in each of her entrances, the kind of double penetration that only some fantasize about.
It was a hot scene, when Michael stopped pumping Monica would do it, either way, Katrina’s pussy or ass was fully impaled by one or the other and she was stretched to the hilt. She, I don’t think ever stopped coming once she was rolled over. Her voice began to fade from her constant moans and whimpers as Michael and Monica took their turns on her.
Michael moaned out and pushing himself deep into her ass, began to come by the sounds and movements. He pumped her deep and hard as his balls emptied themselves into her backside. Katrina kept repeating over and over for Michael to fuck her.
He remained inside her not pulling from her slick ass but instead told Monica to keep fucking her, he was enjoying the sensation of the dildo rubbing along his cock as she kept pumping Katrina. Katrina was now telling Monica to fuck her faster. Monica kept a steady pace not wanting to burn herself out for as long as Michael enjoyed the sensations that was all that mattered to her.
Katrina screamed out another rush of orgasms as Monica pumped her pussy. Finally, Katrina’s body collapsed on top of Michael. Monica eased up her thrusting until she finally stopped. Monica pulled the dildo out of Katrina and she fell off to the side.
As Katrina remained atop Michael, his cock still buried inside her backdoor. Tyson strolled over and pushed his cock into Katrina’s mouth. She sucked him for whatever strength she had left in her body until his cock was harder than steel.
He pulled out of her mouth with a pop and positioned himself between her thighs and entered her very sopping wet pussy and began fucking her wildly. Michael who was still under Katrina stayed right there and could feel Ty’s cock pushing in and out her.
Tyson was so on the edge that he didn’t last long and pulled his long cock from her pussy and jerked it in his hand as his seed shot up onto her tummy and boobs. Katrina opened her mouth to give him a target but none caught her on the mouth. He slid himself back into her pussy then pulled out.
Katrina looked over at Bart to see if he was going to take a turn but he was seated with Shayla riding his cock. Katrina asked Michael if he was done and he said yes, at least with you anyway. Katrina laughed and rolled off to the side extracting Michael’s cock from her ass. Michael’s cock was a deep red as she pulled off him.
I looked around the room and watched Shayla riding Bart’s cock deeply. When Bart screamed out that he was about to cum, Shayla slid off his cock and took it into her mouth and sucked his seed down her throat. Sharla, was busy rubbing herself watching her girlfriend suck some hot sperm down her throat.
Lourdes and Simone were in a 69 off to the side of the front room. Rachel was sitting in the lounger chair brought in from the pool with her legs spread and her own dildo plunging in and out of herself.
Katrina was a lump in the center of the floor with Michael laying flat on his back beside her. Monica was sitting with her back against the sofa between Tyson’s legs. I was in the recliner taking it all in.
We had one final scheduled event left to unfold, this part was planned when the girls went to the bar last week to discuss it. None of the guys was informed of this last part but we knew they would be more than happy to appease us.
It was to be a contest, to see who could jerk themselves off the fastest while their counterparts acted on or out, different scenarios in which they normally found to be erotic and a full blown come instantly kind of thing.
The winners would get a 1-night hotel stay plus a complimentary couple’s massage at the Maui Health Spa at the time of their choosing.
Monica knew what Tyson liked, I know what turns Michael inside out and Simone knows what Bart likes as they’re usually fuck buddies whenever we all get together.
All through the afternoon and evening, all the guys had come about the same amount but in various situations. It was now up to the women to turn their man on so much that they blew their balls first.
The girls had also taken side bets on who would win. Bart being the first one voted to cum first was the majority but I had a secret that nobody knew about, my secret weapon started when we were on the mainland and a certain relationship developed between Michael and a close friend of ours.
Since about the middle of September did a close friendship developed between them. She is a beautiful dark haired woman, our age and wonderfully talented as well as being there for him when his dad passed. She has been a huge inspiration to the both of us, but more so for him as he goes through each day and holiday in personal distress. She is there for him, every day.
Anyways, after abit of rest since Bart was the last one to explode I brought up the subject of the contest. I got the guy’s attention and explained to them what it was about. I told them all 3 of them had to agree to play or it couldn’t be done.
After explaining to them the scenarios, Tyson and Bart agreed, Michael was abit hesitant as he pointed to Bart and said he’d win cause he has no stamina then laughed his fool head off as Bart replied with a simple ‘fuck you’.
Michael said he’d do it so that he could go get some rest. I laughed at him after he said that cause I know he wasn’t going to get any rest after our friends left. His lil tight ass was mine for the night!
So we set up 3 chairs in various areas of the house. Since Monica, Simone and myself were the actors, Sharla, Shayla and Lourdes were the timekeepers. Rachel and Katrina were the extra’s in case one of the girls needed an assistant in their task of getting her man to blast off. I know I didn’t need any help so I told them to stay with the others.
Lourdes was my timekeeper which I wanted. She knows me quite well and has been my submissive during my past birthday’s of last year as a gift from Monica.
We all started to head off to our distinct areas which mine was the pool area. Just as everyone was moving things, Tyson suggested that the guys have to come twice, this will eliminate any premature incidents and looked at Bart after he said that. Tyson laughed as did Michael which prompted Bart to reply with another, ‘fuck you both’!
All of the guys agreed to that stipulation as well. This was going to be really interesting to see the talents of the girls as well as the stamina of the guys. I knew Michael could win this with no problem because I had my secret weapon.
As we moved to the pool area, Lourdes asked me what I had planned to get Michael to come and come twice at that. I told her, who else can get into someone’s head better than me… she smiled and knew I had something.
As Michael took his seat in the chair, he asked me what in the hell possessed us to dream up something like this. I told him that Monica had thought it up and that we all agreed on it. I told him don’t worry, it’s all under control.
I sat down in his lap and talked with him for a few minutes. I asked him if he had spoken to our friend. He said he did. I asked him if she had mentioned if she received the gift he sent her and he said she did. I asked him if she showed him yet and he said no.
I asked him what of the last show did he remember, he said being on her back, legs spread and her magic fingers working herself to an intense orgasm.
I asked him if she used a toy and he said yes. I then told him to close his eyes and listen to the sounds, when I say open them for him to open his eyes and imagine her being there. That it was her performing for him and not me. That she was the one wanting him to explode all over her.
He said he would so I told him to close his eyes, and not stop doing what he’s doing until I tell him to stop. I kissed him on the lips and grabbed some toys from my bag. As he closed his eyes, I went into mode and described to him what I was doing, hoping it was our friend he was thinking about.
Once I had everything setup in the order in which I was going to do, I told Lourdes to start the stopwatch.
I described to Michael that I was now putting on my red high-heeled fuck me pumps and my thong. That I was feeling a little hot and wanted to make myself cum before getting dressed in a high slit silver dress. This dress would make my boobs stand up and show off my legs up to mid thigh.
I watched as Michael stroked his cock, he was already so hard. I could tell he was thinking about our girlfriend already. I described to him how I was opening a bottle of wine for us to share, to maybe use the bottle on myself as she once did.
I could see his eyes fluttering under his eyelids, I could see his legs beginning to flex, his calf muscles flexing as he moved his legs apart. I could see his chest, breaths coming in short heaves. I knew it was only a matter of time now.
Still telling him about standing in the room, showing myself off in a room of other men. All of their eyes on me, like the way he likes to show me off. The sexy tight silver dress, in my heels showing off my form so good, so sexy. Waiting for someone to pull it off of me, or better yet bending me forward and lifting the slit part of the dress and pushing themselves inside my walls, fucking me blindly.
My dark hair flowing down over my shoulders, my boobs bouncing with each thrust. I began to moan for him, whimpering as I repeated ‘fuck me Michael’, and “oh please yes fuck me’. I said think hard on it Michael, it is me here!
That was it, the first shot blew past me followed by another burst. He kept on stroking, not changing the pace of his tempo at all but a methodical motion. He kept pumping himself with his eyes still closed.
I looked over at Lourdes and she held up her fingers showing 56 seconds. I continued on as I described for him how I was slowly pushing my butt plug up inside my tight ass for the morning drive to work. That I was taking a dare from him. I was bending over the bed and about to slide it in when I saw his face watching me in my mind.
Here I was, stopped for a moment in time as the tip of the plug was at my tight backdoor. I then told him to open his eyes and as they adjusted to the patio lights, he saw me sliding my 4-inch black butt plug into my tight ass. He gasped and kept pulling on himself.
I told him to think of our friend and wouldn’t it be so exciting to see her on her back as I moved onto my back, to watch her with the plug inside her masturbating for you. I laid out on my back, legs spread for him as the plug was visible to him. I ran a finger inside myself as he watched.
I rubbed my clit and asked him if he knew who I was, I told him to tell me my name. He said the name of our friend instead of mine, I then began pumping my pussy with 2 fingers while telling him to cum for me. I pushed my boobs together and pulled my nipples and told him to suck the piercings just like she has wanted you to do for so long now.
As I moaned out, ‘Michael cum for me’ he did exactly that. He shot another burst of hot white some cross to me. Being on the ground, most landed on me anyways as I stuck my tongue out, telling him to coat me so I could swallow him. Like I’ve always wanted too. He kept pumping his cock with the same motion and pace as before.
Lourdes clicked off the second timer as I crawled over to him. I placed my mouth over his cock as he stopped pumping himself. I took and licked away the drips of hot come from his hand and cock and tasted him. He is such a sweet man.
I told him to stay there and enjoy the air. To think of our friend and talk to her. I told him I’ll be right back and walked into the house with Lourdes.
Looking at the times, the first one was at 56 seconds, while the other was 2 minutes 42 seconds.
We found Monica and Tyson with Sharla keeping time for them. Tyson came the first time in a minute and 32 seconds, Monica was still working on the second one. Tyson was pumping fast and wild as he wanted to come but it just wasn’t happening for him. Monica was on the floor with Rachel giving it to her in the ass with a strap on.
We left them to finish up and went upstairs to check on Bart and Simone. Simone was standing up with Katrina kneeling sucking her pussy as Simone’s hands were cuffed to the top of the closet door. Her legs draping over Katrina’s shoulders.
Bart was furiously pumping himself watching this, Shayla said he came in about 61 seconds but is having a very difficult time with the second one. We compared notes with her showing her Michael’s times. Contest over.
We all met in the rec room this time. Comparing notes, Michael and I were the winners. When Monica asked me how I managed to make him come so fast I told them that I had a secret weapon. When they asked me about it, I showed them a photo that I had printed out prior to Michael coming home. Monica knew about this woman but forgot.
It showed our friend, in a sexy silver dress standing next to a fireplace. Her long legs visible and her beautiful breasts right there waiting to be loved on. I showed Michael this photo when I was sitting on his lap. That’s why I had him close his eyes during the first one. I had to have him open his eyes for the second one because he would have continued to think of her in the silver dress and my description wouldn’t have made any sense.
After some trash talking from Tyson and Bart towards Michael, Monica told them it was whatever or whoever could make their man orgasm the fastest. I knew Michael would have liked to have seen me with someone but it would also add time to his impending orgasms as he focused on either me or whoever I was with. With just me, all he had to do was close his eyes, imagine and hear my descriptions. So much easier.
As the evening began to unwind, I had thought everyone would have left to go back to heir house on the hill but instead, Monica asked if they could spend the night rather than driving home. She said she’d buy breakfast in the morning for us if I let them stay. I said no problem.
Michael and I retired upstairs were we could have some private time. I ran a hot steamy shower for us and took his hand. Leading into the shower, I proceeded to rinse him off and wash him down. I had him kneel down so I could wash his hair, as I ran my fingers through his hair, he was flicking his tongue over my nipples and caressing my pussy lips.
I moved him under the water to rinse his hair, then rinsed him off thoroughly. I told him to stand up but instead he, grabbed my ankle and lifted it over his shoulder and began tonguing my folds. He drove his tongue up inside me as I balanced against the wall.
He licked me slowly, moving over my clit and sucking it in. I could feel his teeth grazing over the nub which always sends chills up my spine. I could feel myself moving into him, grinding myself against him wanting more.
The water cascading over us felt good on our weary bodies. I know I was tired but was amazed at were this burst of energy he was working under came from. He flicked my clit and sucked me to a slow rolling orgasm. I pumped his tongue as my body gave in to him.
I felt the weakness in my legs, so after he was washed and rinsed he proceeded to treat me to a washing. He asked me to kneel as well so he could wash my hair which gave me the best opportunity to relax my legs yet suck his stiffening cock.
I knelt down in front of him, and taking his shaft in my hand pushed him inside my mouth. I sucked the head slow before taking his length into my mouth and throat. I worked him in slowly as I moved over his head. I know I wanted to taste him again, but wasn’t sure if he had anything left in him.
He was definitely still very hard. I moved over his shaft slowly as I didn’t want to rush him. His hands through my hair felt great and so as long as I moaned, he got a longer blowjob.
But I could tell he was wanting to either cum or finish up. So I stood up to rinse off and we finished our shower. As I stepped out, he took me around the waist and took me to the bed. Once there, he had me lift my right knee up onto the bed and positioned himself behind me.
As he moved my left leg to the side he slid his cock up inside my pussy. He rammed me for another 20 minutes before he pumped me full of what little he had left. I felt his cock pulsing, and the warmth of his liquid inside me. He pulled out and I collapsed on the bed. I was so ready to go to sleep.
As Michael slid in next to me, he kissed me then thanked me over and over for such a wonderful night with our friends. He was very tired as well as I could see it in his eyes. I love this man!
Arianne gasped at the enormous heat piercing her pussy. She felt that her insides were being seared by a branding iron as his cock entered her inch by incredible inch. Whenever she thought he would stop already, he still kept going at it. She had a bizarre vision of him coming all the way out of her mouth. Amazingly, before she knew it, she felt his crotch grinding against her ass. She had finally taken in Chuck’s whole 14-inch length! The countless bouts of fucking she enjoyed with the twins have apparently readied her pussy for the mammoth cock. She felt her juices streaming wetly down her legs, intermingling with the twins’ own cum. She loved its cooling effect, a fantastic contrast to the scorching temperature in her pussy.
A beefy hand caressed her lower back soothingly, while Chuck slowly extracted himself from her warm depths till only the tip remained, before slowly making its trip back into her constricting grip. Arianne couldn’t help rotating her hips to make sure his exciting irregular textures touched every surface of her vagina.
Chuck let her take her pleasure from his fuck muscle, but when she began to make jerky motions to impale herself on his gigantic pole, he took over by clamping onto her hips and setting a breathtaking tempo that had her screaming her piglet squeals down Bob’s throat, while Billy frantically slurped her pendulous breasts. Arianne had to claw her fingers into the bales of hay in front of her for balance as her body swung back and forth from Chuck’s powerful thrusts. She felt totally feminine as his strength and driving force complemented her supple and yielding form.
Arianne thought she was going out of her mind. Being the focal point of so much sexual attention was making her crazy. Although she was reveling in a small series of spasms that left her shuddering gratifyingly, she wanted to hit the highest point real soon. She started slamming her buttocks more vigorously against his groin, making Chuck growl, causing her to pause instinctively from the intimidating sound. But the giant man just gripped her hips tighter and yanked her towards him even more rapidly, shaking her smaller form like a tiny doll, fully giving in to the rhythm beating in his arteries, a thundering tempo that was demanding him to stab his sword again and again in her clasping sheath.
Arianne didn’t have any breath left to make any sound. The twins slowly stood from their kneeling positions to flank them on each side, watching their fucking with awe, and transferred their manual ministrations to their own straining dicks, wanking their meat furiously as they ogled the sight of their huge brother hunched over the petite figure of their diminutive sister-in-law, his colossal pole reappearing and amazingly disappearing into her bent over form. Chuck’s paws searched for and found her breasts as he humped her to ecstasy while wringing her fleshy globes.
Arianne was struggling to contain all the emotions and sensations running through her, but the intensity was causing her to feel light-headed and woozy. She strained to reach the pinnacle in order to release the tension that was gripping her muscles all the way to her very bones. She rasped, “Harder, Chuck! Please fuck me harder! Oh please, stud!”
Chuck unbelievably stepped up the tempo, his shaft pounding her so swiftly it was a blur. Arianne’s mouth gaped open in a wordless cry as her climax jerked her body all over with its intensity. Bucking uncontrollably, she didn’t even feel the biting teeth that clamped onto her vulnerable neck, nor Chuck’s muffled familiar wolf howl, as she sank thankfully into the welcoming darkness. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to orient herself. She realized that she was in her own bedroom, and what woke her up was the hammering on her door. She grudgingly struggled to reach the door, flinging it open to reveal her roguish brother-in-law, Wes, who greeted her with a winsome smile and said, “Oowee! Good mornin’ darlin’! Such a beautiful mornin’ should be spent on the back of a horse, with a gorgeous birthday girl right in front of him. So wat’dya say sweetheart? Care to go with me?”
Arianne found that charming grin irresistible, totally won over by the fact that he remembered her birthday. She hadn’t mentioned it to anybody, embarrassed that it might make her new family think that they have to celebrate or something. “I’ll be right with you. Just let me get changed.”
“Alright sweetheart. I’ll be right here, outside your door, impatiently waiting until you come back out.” He added hopefully, “Unless you need help with a zipper or something.” Arianne giggled and pulled him into her bedroom. Wes glanced around until his gaze settled on her closet doors. “Is it okay if I look through your stuff while you take a shower?”
Raising her eyebrows at the unusual request, she nevertheless nodded and sped off into the bathroom. When she reentered the room in a bathrobe, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on top of the bed. “Pretty please darlin’, can you wear them for me?” She dubiously examined his choices. Although it was warm outside, most of the garments that he’d picked out were pretty skimpy for a horse ride.
It consisted of a white leather vest that zipped up right in front, more appropriate for a night out of bar hopping. The tan leather skirt was a short flared number that ended right below her crotch that she had bought on a whim but never intended to wear in public. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if she got on top of a horse with it. Wes’ choice of underwear was a white leather thong-style pair of panties that would definitely leave her ass bare and her pussy in danger of exposure. The only thing that seemed right was the tone colored mid-calf cowboy boots! “Uhm… Wes, sweetie, uhm…”
“Don’t worry about a thing, darlin’. Wes here has taken care of everything. You’ll be pretty comfy ‘coz we’re riding tandem, sweetheart. I’ll also bring a blanket along just in case it gets a bit nippy out there.” Wes dramatically clasped his hands over his heart. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of gazing upon your charms, sweetheart. My heart will surely wither away.” The teasing glitter in his eyes melted away any practical protests she might have. She grabbed the clothes and went to get dressed before she could change her mind.
When she saw the horse waiting patiently for them outside, Arianne burst out laughing. Wes had festooned the horse with leaves and flowers, and when the horse neighed in welcome, she even heard the tinkling of bells as it flicked its head side to side. Wes playfully bowed with a flourish and announced in a hilarious British accent, “Your horse awaits, m’lady.” He grasped her waist and easily lifted her 5-foot frame on top of the saddle, before flinging himself right behind her.
Arianne looked down and was a bit dismayed to see that she had inadvertently bared almost all of her soft creamy thighs with her astride position and miniscule skirt, but the feeling of the horse’s short hair tickling her inner thighs sidetracked her. And when Wes urged the horse into a slow stride, her pussy shivered in delight from the pressure it received from the hard saddle under her. Before she knew it, her pussy walls started leaking a lot of love juice. Arianne tried to clamp down on her reactions, embarrassed that Wes might notice.
As they cantered towards the pathways, Wes said, “Oh darlin’, before I forget, the others wanted to greet you happy birthday but they had to leave real early to do some errands.” Then he nibbled on her ear before whispering, “Besides, you got up real late. If I hadn’t knocked on your door, you might have slept your way through until noon, sweetheart. Oowee! Whatever were you doing yesterday to make you so tired?”
Arianne’s cheeks turned a pinkish hue as she remembered her afternoon adventure in the barn. When she had been in the bathroom, she realized that the twins and Chuck had thoughtfully bathed her thoroughly, as well as put her in her favorite dressing gown, before laying her down on her own bed where she found herself this morning. Of course she was just guessing because she couldn’t remember anything from the moment she fainted from her extreme climax to the moment Wes’ knocking woke her up.
What she didn’t know was the that Kurt caught the trio when they were carrying her in, and as soon as she was cleaned up and he had made sure that she was really all right, Kurt had given his sons a tongue-lashing they hadn’t experienced since they were young boys and had decided to experiment with fire and horses. She also didn’t remember the regular checks the men made through the night to make sure she was okay.
And that’s why Wes got assigned to her today, because Kurt’s punishment for the three was to keep them away from Arianne. Just a short period of course, and as a result their cocks were already complaining from the separation.
As the bells merrily tinkled, Wes began to whistle a tune that sounded suspiciously like the famous classic ‘Sleigh Ride’. She teased him, “Isn’t it a little bit early for Christmas songs?”
He cheerfully replied, “Not when it’s my favorite time of the year, darlin’. I try to celebrate it every day with those oh so merry Christmas songs, even when it’s summer.” And then he continued whistling the jovial tune.
Since they were riding tandem, it brought his hips against her buttocks regularly. The rhythmic motion brought her attention to the fact that a hardening pole was poking her. Arianne tried to ignore it but the thought that there were only a few layers of clothing between them caused her to squirm in the saddle, while a telltale gush of wetness escaped her depths.
However, she wasn’t sure if her pussy was ready for more action after yesterday’s escapade. So casually, she tried to lean forward to lessen the contact, but Wes took advantage of her new position to work her leather skirt loose from under her butt cheeks. Aghast, she straightened up immediately, only to find that Wes had released his rod and had flipped up the back of her skirt, and since she was just wearing thong panties, it brought his penis in direct contact with her velvety skin.
Immediately, the hard touch of his throbbing meat made her forget any anxiety she might have had regarding her vagina’s ability to recover from the vigorous fucking she experienced yesterday. She let her body sway with the horse’s cadenced walk, which made Wes’ pipe scrape deliciously against her, sometimes even accidentally inserting in her butt cleft. Instead of moving away, Arianne tried to increase the pressure on her tingling flesh by leaning back into Wes.
Suddenly, Wes stopped whistling, and cheerfully sang in a clear baritone, “Just hear those horse bells jingling, ring, ling, ling, a little tune-” Arianne’s brain barely registered the fact that he was singing ‘Sleigh Ride” and just changing some of the lyrics before she got distracted by his actions.
In time with his singing, his hands industriously pulled up her skirt in front, and then inserted it into her waistband so that her white leather thong panties and mound were clearly displayed. Now it’s like she wasn’t wearing any skirt at all since both the front and back sections were flipped up.
“C’mon, it’s lovely weather for a horse ride together with you-” This time he slid the leather vest’s front zipper down to uncover her 36DD breasts. Instantly, her nipples tautened from being bared to the stirring breeze, and his fingers immediately started pulling on the hardened tips, plucking them away from her chest before letting them snap back into place.
Arianne had to stop the moans that immediately rose from her throat, scared that it might spook the horse. Instead, she clutched his forearms and arched her back to place her orbs even further into his manipulating hands. Wes drawled in her ear, “Do you know what I like about horse rides so much, sweetheart?” Arianne could only whimper as his fingers continued teasing her tits. “Well, darlin’, since you’re a city girl, I bet you didn’t know that you could get all kinds of rides on top of a horse. Wanna know some of them? You’ll love them, sweetheart.”
Arianne wasn’t interested in horse rides, what her pussy wanted was to ride his cock. “Oh Wes, fuck me baby! My pussy’s burning hot!”
“Oowee! I just love your enthusiasm, sweetheart. Let Wes take care of that fiery pussy for you!” Wes slipped the thong panties aside and lifted her until she was hovering directly on top of his prick. Arianne looked down and quivered at the sight of his 10-inch rod sticking straight up into the air, ready to pierce her deeply.
He slowly lowered her, letting his knob slice her pussy slit, and then continued the snail’s pace of releasing her weight until she finally felt the sinewy surface of his powerful legs. Wes was now buried to the hilt. Arianne threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, while her feet entwined with his calves to maintain her balance. At once, she rotated her hips in order to feel him chafing against her pussy walls.
Wes whispered roughly in her ear, “Ready for your special horse ride, darlin’?” Arianne was too busy appreciating his cock to answer him. Wes chuckled at her single-mindedness, and unbelievably resumed singing, “Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap, let’s go, let’s go with the flow-” And then he pressed his heels into the horse’s sides, which made it move in a canter, a teeth-jarring rhythm that made Arianne’s eyes open wide in shock, because every time the horse’s hoofs landed, Wes’ cock would jam into her so hard that her body would bounce off the saddle.
“Uff, uff…” Arianne’s breath was being cut off with every ramming of his pole. She couldn’t believe how the simple act of changing the horse’s pace could cause such mind-blowing results. Since the rhythm was a vigorous clip-clop, Arianne felt like a puppet because his shaft was pounding into her at twice the normal speed, making her jerk all over uncontrollably. Her pussy went spastic with the unfamiliar yet electrifying stimulation, but she adored every hard jab and stab, and her pussy walls attempted to clasp his poking member every time it pounded into her.
Although all they needed to do was to make sure they held on and didn’t fall off the horse, her thighs still quivered with the strain of gripping the horse’s sides to keep from slipping off. However, there was hardly any need for pelvic efforts since the horse’s actions naturally banged their hips together in sync with its descent.
By now, they were both totally under the control of the horse’s rhythm, even Wes. He was gripping her hips tightly as he groaned softly in her ear from the outrageous sensations enfolding his cock, from the way her pussy walls clutched his dick as he rammed into her with short but hard thrusts, to the clinging slippery surface of her cunt. He fully surrendered his body to his horse’s rhythm, his hips wildly bucking into her twat, when Arianne cried, “Oh Wes, this is so wild, baby! I love it!”
Wes lightly nipped her neck in a pleased response, but decided to continue teasing her with his off-the-wall singing and a change of pace. “Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap it’s great with my cock in you-” Arianne didn’t know whether to laugh or bash him on the head. She settled on enjoying herself with the pounding rapid pace, but her plan was wrecked into havoc when Wes kicked his horse into a gallop.
Arianne felt like screaming in frustration as the change totally transformed the rhythm of his fucking. Instead of continuous hammering, now she had to wait for what seemed an interminable period, which was actually just a couple of seconds, before his cock pierced her. She clawed her fingers into his thighs in retaliation for this brand new torture.
Wes chuckled, “Oowee, darlin’, you’re turnin’ into a hellcat. Don’t you know I just love hellcats with a cock-hugging pussy?” Arianne clenched said pussy in a harsh grip that made him bow his back, hoping to make him lose control and ram her pussy hard and fast. But he recovered quickly and refused to take the bait. Instead, he laughingly sang, “Your pussy’s tight and cozy, and fiery spicy to boot-”
Arianne felt like banging her fists on his chest and demanding for the kind of furious fucking that she wanted. But then she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming, as Wes added an up thrust slamming of his hips every time the horse landed on the harsh ground, amplifying the reverberations in her over-stimulated love box.
She began to babble incoherently and slumped her twitching body backwards against him, totally overcome by the sensations roaring through her. Her juices were streaming in torrents and flowed down her thighs. She grabbed his thighs as she came repeatedly, her pussy walls madly contracting in a paroxysm of spasms while the horse ate up the vast plain with its long legs. And she continued coming as Wes sustained the hard pace he had set, reining in his own urge to just mindlessly batter his meat into her pussy.
Instead, he guarded his thrusts by clutching her hips to control the tempo of their shoving hips, supplementing the natural lifting of her hips with a raise of his hefty grip as the horse flew through the air, and escalating the force of gravity’s effect by pulling her hips savagely down towards his up thrust cock when the horse landed. The effect was to release his cock almost to the tip before her pussy walls enfolded it again, thereby increasing her craving for his cock, and his for her cunt.
Wes gritted his teeth to keep from shouting at the pleasurable agony. He just loved the way her pussy pulled and clutched at his meat, hungering for it as if it never wanted to let go. Under the wide-open skies, he acknowledged the fact that he worshipped Arianne’s voluptuous body, and he even fervently thanked God for blessing his family by sending lusty Arianne to his equally lusty family. It was surely a match made in heaven. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he gushed geysers of cum cream into her greedy vagina, which continued to milk him dry even as he slowed down the horse.
When he gently pulled on the reins, Arianne thankfully thought she was going to get a break from the mind-numbing climaxes she was experiencing, but Wes had other plans. He urged the horse up a steep slope. Arianne looked up and was horrified to see that they were navigating what looked like a seldom-used path with loose pebbles littering the dirt. She had horrific visions of the horse slipping and crushing them as they rolled down the small rise. For the moment, her fear swamped her sexual desires. She protested in a wail, “Wes-”
Wes soothed her, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Would I let anything happen to you? Now scoot forward and throw your weight towards the front.” When she didn’t move, he firmly insisted, “Go on, darlin’. You’ll love it.”
Arianne thought about it and realized she had indeed loved everything they’ve ever done so far, so she decided to trust him again. She followed his directions until she was firmly gripping the protruding front part of the saddle, the pommel, holding it so tightly her knuckles turned white. Wes leaned on her back, throwing both of them forward and even further towards the angled incline. She gasped as his prick also angled and crazily caused tingling warmth in her pussy.
And if she had been thinking more clearly, she would have been even more astounded to realize that through all these, Wes had always regained his hard on almost immediately after each climax and had never freed himself from the intimate embrace of her vagina.
As they rode through the difficult path, Arianne’s heart thumped in her chest as fear held her in its grip. However, Wes had to bite her neck from groaning out loud, because every terrified catch of her breath caused a blissful tightening of her pussy walls. He guiltily felt like a fiend, but that didn’t stop him from making sure to direct the horse towards every part of the path that might cause her to be frightened, for he had a mad need to experience every powerful blood-constricting contraction of her cunt, even if it was sometimes to the point of pain. Wes simply didn’t care as long as his dick received every pleasurable stimuli possible.
After a while, Arianne soon determined they were in no real immediate danger of dying, so she began to focus on her other senses as well, and immediately realized that the hard leather pommel was pressing directly onto her pulsating clit, making her gasp as electric tingles shot from her nether regions to every part of her body, making her understand why Wes wanted her to lean forward in the saddle.
As they struggled up the slope, the horse rocked side to side as the horse tried to maintain its balance, consequently squashing the pommel against her love nub and making Wes’ stiff shaft rub against her pussy walls, increasing the gratifying agony for both of them. So she fully yielded to the rocking movement and was rewarded with a scraping cock moving within her in very unexpected ways.
Arianne squealed softly as the exquisite torment continued, yet her existing fear was intermingling with her need for satisfaction. Her newfound emotions grappled within her, but also astonished her with its surprising effect of increasing her sexual desires. Sensing her confusion, Wes decided to add a pinch of unexpected pain to the mix of fear and sexual desire. During unpredictable moments, he would twist her nipples, bite her neck or shoulder, pinch her love nub, or suddenly land his full weight on her back to force her clit hard against the pommel.
Arianne tossed her head wildly as Wes hit her pleasure spots from out of the blue, and in bewildering ways that increased the hurting but pleasurable pain. She was going crazy from the barrage of sensations assaulting her flesh. Her body thrashed and bucked wildly, straining to reach the release from the tension that coiled every muscle in her body.
Wes watched in awe as she managed the unimaginable stunt of screwing herself on his pole while maintaining her balance on top of the struggling horse, her body a study in desire as it writhed together with the animal’s attempts to physically reach the summit, a goal all three were trying to achieve, literally and figuratively.
Arianne’s savage need to climax completely took over her every thought and action, and despite the precarious circumstances, she managed to raise her hips then slam herself down onto his stiff shaft repeatedly, grabbing the pommel for stability and using her inner thigh muscles to grip the horse’s sides. She was in a maelstrom of primitive desire as her cunt walls seized his cock with relish, her sticky sap coated his stick, and her breath was released in loud exhalations that rivaled with the horse’s snorting.
Finally, she reached her goal, and her back arched as her hips instinctively pumped against his to wring out every conceivable sensation from her climax. Her orgasms were now rolling one after the other that she barely noticed when Wes roared out his own release the same time the horse reached the top, a plateau that bordered the farm.
Arianne was feeling quite satiated and amazed at what just happened. Her pussy had been crammed full to overflowing with cock meat without end, had been incredibly hammered by a cock with the help of a horse’s stride, and had enjoyed a lengthy and prolonged orgasm. The experience had been heightened by the wide sweeping spaces, generating a feeling of freedom from doing something so private out in the open, coupled with the forbidden thrill of fucking her brother-in-law where they could be spied on by anybody.
She absently noted that out of all the decorations Wes had covered his horse with earlier, the only ones that remained were the tiny bells tied to its reins, which she could hear gently tinkling now instead of frantically clanging like they did awhile ago, but the flowers and leaves décor have totally disappeared from the force of their vigorous ride.
Still in a daze from the powerful experience, her brain barely managed to sort out the fact that Wes had managed to disentangle their joined bodies, and had turned her so that she was straddling and facing him. But the feel of his lips against her neck and his cock sawing her pussy groove had her squirming and swiftly moving back to reality.
She tossed her head and let the breezes play with her hair and cool her ardor. She languidly hooked her legs behind him, and breathlessly said, “Wes, honey, since I’ve successfully completed your special horse ride, does that qualify me as a country girl now?”
Wes looked up from his concentrated task of creating love bites along her neck and gave her a wicked grin, “Oowee, whoever said we were finished, darlin’?” Then he gently inserted his penis back into her slot.
Arianne sighed in contentment. Despite their long-drawn-out bout of fucking, she was happy to note that Wes was still hard and rigid. But this time, their fucking was slow and unhurried, just a gentle grinding of their hips together while the horse strode with a placid gait.
Her reverie was cut short by Wes singing softly in her ear, “We’re snuggled up together, like two horses matin’ in a barn-”
Now Arianne knew for sure that Wes was aware of her escapade with the twins, and in a bit of fun and revenge, she clasped his neck tightly so that her ample mounds mashed against his chest, planning to make him moan in need and then leaning back as far as she could to refuse further contact. But her move backfired on her as he tore his shirt apart, which brought her sensitive nipples in direct contact with his bare skin, making them both moan.
She immediately dumped any plans of retreating. Instead, she massaged her inflamed nipples even harder on his supple firm flesh, and then murmured pleadingly, “Make me cum, baby! Please make me cum!”
Wes complied with her request and brought his huge palms under her butt, and lifted her up and down on his solid stiff shaft, while opening his mouth wide to suckle on her bobbing breasts. Arianne clasped his head to her chest as his soothing thumping brought her to a sweet satisfying climax that gently rippled through her. However, Wes’ next sung lyrics brought her up short. “There’s a birthday party at Farmer Kurt’s; it will be the perfect ending of a perfect day-”
She looked behind her shoulder, and was horrified to find that they were almost at the farm, and worse of all, she could make out her other in-laws milling about fixing decorations and adding bowls to a table already heaping with food, presumably in preparation for a celebration. She didn’t dare to think what they would assume if they saw her half-naked with her legs hugging Wes’ hips, his shirt and pants undone while atop a horse. The truth most probably, that she had been getting a special horse ride.
She scrambled to zip up her vest and bring down her skirt. Wes chuckled as she tried to stamp out any evidence of any naughty goings-on. Arianne glared at him in exasperation and finally did what she wanted to do earlier, hit him hard on his chest with her fists, which apparently did not hurt him at all since it just made him laugh harder. Arianne made annoyed noises under her breath, and then tried to figure out how to face front again while the horse was still moving, but she was stumped.
Taking pity on her predicament, Wes grabbed her by the waist and spun her easily to face the right direction. By the time they reached the yard, she had managed to repair most of her clothing and hair with a bit of Wes’ help. What she didn’t know was that her attempts were totally useless, because her total mien had that freshly fucked look that each and every one of her in-laws knew all too well.
They figured what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, so they didn’t bother to tease her. Besides, they hoped that Arianne would be making this a very special and memorable celebration to be shared by the whole family. So instead, all of them chorused, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”
He was stroking her slit with his cock head as she lifted Sarah’s clit in the tip of her tongue and suckled it. She was rewarded with a groan and a rush of wetness as he paused at her entrance. He did not push in, but stroked the length of her pussy one more time. He stopped at her pucker and she shuddered against Sarah. He slipped down suddenly and plunged inside her tight little body.. She groaned against Sarah, who whimpered in return. He laughed as he pumped into her, pressing her down against Sarah and the couch.
She traced her tongue down to her tight little pucker and swirled it around teasingly. Her thumb was pressing insistently on Sarah’s clit and she stroked it, feeling it twitch beneath her fingers. She used her tongue like a spoon, scooping sweetness from deep inside, drinking deeply. James reached around and strummed Samira’s clit, enjoying the tremors within her.
Sarah was moaning now, hands clutching the cushions on either side of her hips as Samira worshiped her. Her hips were pressing up against her as she dipped a finger deep deep inside.. She moved it down to her pucker, moving the the wetness down and questioningly teasing her pucker..
“yyeees.” She hissed and Samira pressed further and slowly twisted and fucked her ass. Another warm rush bathed her lips and hands. James gave her clit another tug then took her by the hips.. He was thrusting harder now, not too roughly, but hard enough that she knew she would feel it in the morning.. She whimpered on Sarah’s clit as his cock twitched inside her, feeling his hips slapping against her. Thoughts of spankings and other lovely things filled her mind and sent her over the edge. She came abruptly, this one was shorter and more brutal, shaking her like a puppy shakes a chew toy and dropping her.
Her spasming body set him off with a shout and a gasp. He pounded into her, the heat of his coming burning into her. She gasped against Sarah, who was moaning urgently beneath her, tangling her hands in Samira’s hair and pulling her against her thrusting body. Another finger slipped into her pucker and she was off, shrieking in joy and lust, pressing against Samira’s lips and hands. Samira stayed on her, teasing her clit and pucker until she gasped “no more”.
James pulled out of her and collapsed on the sofa next to Sarah. Samira smiled up at them shyly, even after what they had just shared. A few breaths later, he pulled Samira up into his lap, to tangle her limbs with theirs and snuggle.