by Bridy McAvoy
Lizzie was still moaning in ecstasy from her own orgasm as she felt Phil get hold of the waistband of her half-slip and pulled it quite violently down. She stood there pressed into the glass as his hands came back to her waist and violently dragged the panties down to her feet as well. She lifted one foot and then the other to allow him to clear them away, and spread her legs to provide her fiancée access to her treasured slit.
He, however, had stepped back slightly to admire the now exposed buns. From the spanking provided by her two friends earlier—the same two now enjoying the multiple attentions of his invited guests downstairs—her cheeks glowed with a bright pink color. They were not the bright red that they had been as she had left the stage about an hour earlier, having faded somewhat, but a very rich color indeed. He brought his hand forward to run his fingertips lightly over the reddened sensitive flesh and was rewarded by a quick moan and a flinch from her.
Phil reached behind himself for the ice bucket and, although her ears communicated the fact to her brain, she could not react quickly enough before about half a pint of icy water, still with some pieces of un-melted ice in it, cascaded over her burning bottom. She screamed at the sensation, both intensely painful and intensely pleasurable at the same time and, as his hands began to massage her tortured ass working the cold water into every part, she found herself again floating away as another powerful orgasm wracked her body.
“You bastard!” she managed to gasp, but her own body gave the lie to her comment.
“Ssshhh! You enjoyed it, my little minx!”
“You bastard.” There was no emphasis this time. “Now fuck me, lover!”
Phil stepped back behind her and, as his bare legs touched the backs of hers, she realized that sometime in the last few minutes he had discarded his trousers and boxers, and a sigh left her lips as his red hot rod pressed into the clammy cold valley between her chilled tingling ass cheeks. Despite the way her ass tingled and throbbed, she began to grind it into him, trapping his hot penis between them and working herself up into an even greater fever pitch. He brought one hand in low between her legs and another moan escaped her mouth as his fingers began to play with her naked pussy.
As Phil continued to manipulate her willing body, her eyes were still glued on the floor show on the other side of the glass as, finally, the second man shot his load onto Susie’s back and the third painted her face. Even from this distance she could see that the blonde’s face was covered in come, and the erotic sight heightened her own sexual tensions. Phil was in no hurry to complete the process with his fiancée, and was enjoying the sight of his unbelievably passionate wife writhing against the glass of the mirror as she came yet again.
As the orgasm subsided, Phil took the moment and, positioning himself carefully plunged, his penis into her with one long powerful stroke. As his hairy legs and belly slapped into her tortured ass she cried out, but not in pain. He began to stroke his cock in and out of her with slow even movements and she responded by pushing back at him on the forward stroke. Her breasts were still mashed into the glass and the constant movement was delivering waves of pleasurable feelings via her sensitive nipples.
The table was still in reach and he watched over Lizzie’s shoulder for the suitable moment. As Carrie shuddered into another orgasm as yet another member of her circle came all over her face, Phil reached out and upended the bottle of champagne at neck level down between Lizzie’s squashed breasts and the glass. She shrieked and came instantly, and the overpowering nature of her movements under the intense pleasure carried him over the edge too. With one huge final thrust, he buried himself in her right up to the hilt, and began to powerfully shoot his own load deep into her womb.
This time, his legs wouldn’t hold him so as he withdrew, he half turned and placed his buttocks on the edge of the desk for support. Quick as a flash, with one last glimpse of another man coming all over Susie’s back, Lizzie turned away from the scene in front of her and dropped to her knees in between his legs. Looking up at him, she began to lick their combined juices off his still hard cock. Just before she engulfed his end with her mouth, she appeared to mouth I love you up at him and he closed his eyes and his head rolled back as he allowed the sensation of her pulling him deep into her oral cavity to overwhelm his whole being.
Phil was a man normally quite proud of his stamina and expected any second session to last a very long time indeed. This time, the overwhelming sensuality of the evening so far, together with the totally wanton and abandoned sexuality of the two bridesmaids, let alone his own fiancée was enough to drive him to the edge much quicker than anticipated.
“Lizzie, I’m coming!”
Suddenly she pulled her mouth off him and lifted her body up slightly as she looked up at him and started jacking him off with her hands, pointing the end at her champagne-sodden breasts.
She smiled at him and said “I love you” just as the first thick stream left him and splashed precisely in between her melon shaped boobs. The second and third hit each breast in turn as she deftly controlled the aim point and, before she had finished, come was dripping off her nipples onto her belly.
Finally spent, she let him go and stood up. The next thing she did amazed him as she reached up between her legs and coated two fingers with the combined juices of their momentarily earlier love–making, and used her fingers to spread this mixture on the inside of her thighs were some had already leaked out and coated her. She then lifted the top veil, the shorter of the two, back over her face. It only hung down to her neck, the other one was much longer and, as a result, her naked cum covered breasts were clearly in view. By design, she was the epitome of the well fucked bride, with spunk trailing down her chest, belly and thighs.
Lizzie now reached over, tucked him back into his trousers, and pulled up his fly, making him presentable before grabbing his hand and leading him back out of the office to rejoin his stag celebration guests.
* * * *
When Lizzie arrived back on the stage the men had now all completed one round with one of the girls and her two come covered friends were still on hands and knees on top of their come stained, ruined dresses, with their heads sagging down as they fought for breath to ease their tortured lungs. Both of their backs were completely covered in come, some of which had already begun to dry. Seeing a pair of feet clad in white stockings appear in front of them, they both realized that Lizzie was back and looked up at her. Just as their backs were coated in come, their faces, being smaller targets, were even more of a mess.
As Lizzie looked at them, the two girls and the men looked at Lizzie’s well-ravished and also well-messed body in equal amazement. For more than half the men there, this was their first chance to see Lizzie’s voluptuous body naked in front of them.
“I think it’s time for the bridesmaids to clean the bride up ready for the ceremony, don’t you?”
Lizzie’s voice rang out across the stage and the men, including Phil, began to clap as she laid down on the stage in front of Susie and Carrie and spread her legs wide open. Susie and Carrie looked at each other in surprise. This had not been scripted as part of the show, but they smiled and shrugged to each other and crawled unhesitatingly forward, toward the prone body of their friend.
Carrie began to lick at the trails of slick liquids that connected Lizzie’s slit to her stocking tops while Susie attacked the sperm and champagne covered breasts with her own tongue.
Within a minute, Lizzie was quivering like a coiled spring and, thirty seconds later, exploded into yet another orgasm.
As the men watched the incredible sight before them, they all realized that the show in front of their eyes was having an effect on their own libidos and, as their cocks rose as one to rigid attention, everybody there knew it was going to be a long night. A long night but, oh, such a good night.
THE END
The story will continue in “Neighbors”
Neighbors
Neighbors and Friends
Prologue
The unconventional courtship had led to a conventional marriage but it was followed by an unconventional honeymoon as the bridesmaids came too.
After the honeymoon Phil took a couple of weeks to complete all the details of the sale of his property empire and then he and Lizzie moved into their house on the sandy bluff with panoramic views out over the city. Carrie and Susie moved into the house opposite which Phil also owned. In fact he owned all four houses in the small gated community, but for many months the other two houses remained empty. Although Susie and Carrie continued to enjoy highly charged sexual sessions with Phil and Lizzie, they also began to lead their separate lives too.
In fact, Carrie found a nice conventional man and, after an ordinary relationship with him, married him seven months later. As her new paramour was very straight–laced, he was never invited to join in with the fun and games at Phil’s. Indeed, no mention of the couple’s open approach to sex outside of marriage was ever made in his hearing. Susie cried for two days solid after Carrie had left and Lizzie was very concerned for her friend.
Phil finally found the type of tenant he wanted for the other two houses, and soon the two young professional couples had moved in. A few weeks later, Phil and Lizzie were throwing a fancy dress party and this is where we are going to pick up the story.
Chapter 1
Lizzie put her coffee cup down and looked across at her neighbor, Carol.
“You are coming to the party on Friday night, aren’t you?”
“Of course, Peter and I are looking forward to it.”
“You have got your costumes sorted out, haven’t you?”
“Well… Uh…”
“What’s the problem?”
“Well, you did say themed fancy dress, yeah?”
Lizzie smiled and nodded “That’s right, Bankers and Maids.”
“Lizzie, I’m sorry, but I’m a bit confused by that.”
“It’s simple really… I tell you what, come and look at my costume and then you’ll see what I mean.”
Lizzie grabbed Carol’s hand and literally dragged her mid-twenties neighbor upstairs after her. Once there she turned into the master bedroom that looked out from the bluff over the city.
“Wow. This room is fantastic.”
“That’s why Phil wanted this site.”
Lizzie casually stripped her t-shirt off over her head, without regard to the floor to ceiling windows. Her thin white lace bra accentuated rather than covered her breasts and she equally quickly stripped off her shorts, too. The thin white matching panties clearly displayed the completely clean-shaven pussy mound to her neighbor as she leaned into her dressing room to remove the costume she would be wearing to host the party on the coming Friday night.
Carol’s mouth just dropped open as Lizzie pulled the thin layer of black lace over her body and pulled and pushed the tiny skirt into place. Finally, she turned, faced Carol and struck a pose.
“Ta da! Of course, I’ll be wearing black fishnets and panties and a little apron and cap to go with it, but I think you’ll agree it’s a sexy maid’s outfit?”
“Wow! You look incredible like that. But won’t the bra show through even if it’s black?”
“What bra?” Lizzie looked at her friend and smiled coyly and winked at her. Carol just went red. She continued.
“Susie from over the road will be wearing one just like this in red and usually she’ll not bother wearing the panties either.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“Absolutely not; in fact I expect to lose mine, too, sometime during the evening. They usually get taken home by somebody or other as a souvenir.”
Carol just looked shocked, stunned even, certainly not the type of party she was expecting. She had gone very pale and Lizzie decided to let her down gently.
“Don’t worry; it’s not some kind of orgy, you know. You won’t be tripping over naked bodies in front of the buffet table. Just because Susie, Phil and I, and a few others might have a little bit of sexy fun, it’s only teasing really. Nothing will actually happen at the party. Dear God, it can’t, the Mayor’s coming, you know. Can you imagine what the papers would say?”
Carol relaxed a little.
“Your costume doesn’t have to be as revealing as this one; I just like the feeling of naughtiness it gives me as I move through the crowd. What you wear is up to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now, come on, let’s jump in the hot tub for a half an hour before you have to go home.”
“But I haven’t brought my costume.”
Carol was surprised to see that even as she spoke Lizzie was shimming out of the costume and was now undoing the clasp on the white bra, even though anyone could see in through the huge windows.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a spare one or two; you’re not much smaller than me so you can wear a white one like mine.”
As Lizzie’s panties hit the floor Carol’s eyes were drawn automatically to Lizzie’s completely bald mound, and she hastily raised them only to find the jiggling mounds of Lizzie’s breasts hanging in front of her eyes instead. Lizzie dived into the dressing room and emerged carrying some scraps of white cloth which, as she began to don one set, resolved themselves into white tie bikinis, quite brief but no briefer than Carol’s own at home. Lizzie looked at Carol expecting her to follow suit and disrobe in the bedroom in front of the large windows.
Carol was frozen at the thought of the potential exposure and Lizzie nodded at the bathroom, much to her relief. Quickly stripping off her own much more demure everyday clothes, she tied the bikini into place and, slipping her shoes back on, rejoined Lizzie in the bedroom. She was completely unaware that Phil’s concealed camera system had filmed every movement from the moment she had entered the house.
Lizzie led her neighbor out onto the deck at the back of the house, grabbing a pile of large white towels on the way which she dropped on one of the white loungers on the deck. Carol helped her pull the cover off the top of the hot tub and Lizzie started the jets working. Just before they climbed in, Lizzie disappeared back into the kitchen for a few seconds and reappeared with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
The two women stepped into the sunken tub and sank up to their shoulders in the hot water with a mutual sigh of bliss. They sat quietly for a few minutes soaking in the blissful feeling of the bubbles in the warm water and then began to talk about everyday things, small talk really. All the time both women were sipping at their wine and Lizzie had already refilled Carol’s glass which she had nearly emptied again. The combination of the sunshine, the hot water, and the wine on an empty stomach had resulted in lowering Carol’s verbal inhibitions a little and Lizzie was gently steering the conversation where she wanted to go.
“You know, Lizzie, I can’t believe that your husband will let you wear such a costume as that in public without a bra!”
“Well, it’s hardly public; it’s within my own home. But, of course I’ll be wearing a bra, I was just teasing you.” Lizzie giggled and Carol smiled back at her before continuing.
“Still, I mean, you are showing off rather a lot of yourself, anyway. Are you an exhibitionist?”
Lizzie laughed out loud at the question. Carol just looked embarrassed and Lizzie had to recover her poise quickly as Carol’s mouth set into a firm line, a frown to cover her embarrassment.
“No, Carol. Sweetie, I’m not laughing at you, rather at the thought of being called an exhibitionist. No, that’s one thing I most definitely am no
t. In fact, on Friday night when everyone sees that costume, I’ll be squirming with embarrassment even with a bra on, and looking for a hole to crawl into to hide. But I’ll do it anyway.”
“But why?”
“Because Phil has told me to wear it on Friday night with a bra. If I’m a naughty girl before then, I’ll have to lose the bra.”
Carol quickly took a gulp of her wine and looked at her neighbor in shock.
“Did you just say that? I mean, I can’t believe you just said that.”
“No, Carol, I meant it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true. Let me see if I can explain it to you.”
Carol shook her head, still unable to take in the information Lizzie had just told her. Noticing her wine glass was now empty, she reached over for the bottle and emptied the remains of it into her glass.
“Carol, it’s like this. Phil is very, very good to me, and we love each other to distraction. We both need something slightly more than a conventional relationship though. I mean, we are definitely sexually compatible.” Lizzie stopped and gave another of her trademark throaty chuckles. “But, we need more than each other can provide. I have always been drawn to strong-willed men and Phil’s will was the strongest I ever found. He is dominant in the relationship—I mean, sexually.”
“So you are a submissive then?”
Lizzie smiled and nodded.
“Like into bondage and pain?”
“No, not all the way like that. I like a little bondage for variation, you know, and occasionally a little playful spanking, but not the heavy stuff. Don’t you?”
Carol snorted. The wine she had consumed was continuing to lower her inhibitions.
“Peter’s too much the gentleman!”
“You mean he never…”
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but no. He’s just too nice.”
