by Bridy McAvoy
“Fire away.”
“How do you feel about last night? I mean really deep down.”
“Um… Okay I guess. Why?”
“I’ve hardly slept all night. The problem is that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I think I masturbated four times before I could get to sleep. Again this morning, too. Twice.”
“I see…”
“So, what’s wrong with me? When I got up this morning I wanted to tear round to Lizzie’s in the buff and jump on the old man’s old man. I was actually getting angry with her and Susie for hogging him.”
Carol grinned; in her mind she could see Rebecca doing just that.
“It was that liberating an experience, I suppose.”
“I’m not even embarrassed to wear this ridiculous outfit either. Three weeks ago I wouldn’t even have worn it for my husband in the privacy of our own bedroom. Now I don’t care who sees me like this. I’m so wet it hurts. Aren’t you the same?”
Carol shook her head and sipped her own coffee before replying.
“Actually, no. I suppose I’ve had longer as part of Phil’s, shall we say, stable to get used to it. Sure, I can get excited, perhaps not as excited as you are, but definitely turned on beforehand—not much more than that.”
Glancing at the clock behind Carol, Rebecca leapt down from the stool.
“Come on, we’ll be late.”
Carol laughed. Her neighbor was obviously an eager beaver. Realizing her own pun she laughed again as the two women left the house, heading for Lizzie’s driveway a few minutes ahead of the arrival of the menfolk.
* * * *
The wind was a little stronger today and, as Joe opened the door to the two women, he was treated to the sight of the two of them struggling to hold down their skirts. Rather short for a Marilyn Monroe impression but obviously delectable, nonetheless, Carol thought as she watched his eyes light up.
“Don’t hold them down on my account, ladies.”
With a shrug and a giggle, Carol straightened up and let go of her skirt, which instantly lifted to waist height at the back, dragging the front up to about crotch level. Rebecca followed suit and Joe smiled at them before making a ‘turn around’ gesture with his hand.
The two submissive wives did as they were told, pirouetting a full three–sixty, which resulted in the whole skirt being deposited at waist level, showing their entire naked lower halves to the mayor.
He kept them there for a few seconds whilst his eyes devoured them before finally stepping aside, allowing them to enter and close the door behind them. Joe sighed as the skirts fell back into position.
“Now, ladies, let me explain about today. We really do need to get some work done this morning but that won’t take above three hours.”
Carol and Rebecca nodded. They could see Lizzie and Susie, similarly attired, watching from the kitchen.
“So, we’re going to use the dining room table for that and the four of you will take turns to be the waitresses. Each time one of you is sent out to fetch something, one of the others will bring it into the room. That way you swap off and rotate. I want two of you in here all the time unless you are fetching something, okay?”
The four women nodded again.
“Good. Now the guys will be here soon and I think I deserve a little treat first, don’t you? Which of you two lovelies is going to take the edge off for me?”
Rebecca and Carol looked at each other and both shrugged. Rebecca moved forward before Carol could but Joe stopped her, his eyes fastening on Carol’s face as he spoke.
“I’ve had the other three over the last twenty-four hours so I think it’s your turn, Carol.”
She smiled at him, took the three steps necessary to place herself in front of him and sank gracefully to her knees, her hands already reaching for his fly.
* * * *
Carol considered herself lucky. She had just finished blowing the mayor and was just heading for the downstairs cloak to clean up when she heard the gate buzzer sound and, moments later, the first of the cars arrived on the drive. As a result, when she came out of the downstairs bathroom, she found herself behind the group of men who were ogling the other three women and making ribald comments. Finally one of them asked, “Where's the other one—Carol?”
“I’m right here.”
All heads swiveled to look at her and she blushed slightly at now being alone and the center of attention.
Joe waved her over to join the other women, the men making a narrow aisle between them to allow her through. She could see them flexing their fingers in anticipation and smiling—it was less of a way through and more of a grope gauntlet. Nevertheless, she had no choice and, knowing exactly what they wanted, proceeded to walk slowly forward.
She’d hardly taken a step toward the entrance of the narrow passage when a hand slapped down onto the front of her right thigh just below the hem of her micro mini skirt. She paused for a second as the fingers curled around the soft flesh and then stepped forward with the other leg. Another hand, someone else’s, dropped onto her other leg, this time deliberately catching the skirt and dragging it up another inch or two. Simultaneously, the man’s other hand came across and brushed the side of her barely concealed breast.
Another step, and the hand on her right leg drifted round to the side, lifting the skirt fractionally. She stared straight ahead as she took another step. The hand on her left leg now moved round to the back of her upper thigh, disappearing under the skirt, its fingers only an inch below her naked and vulnerable pussy. A hand moved in from the right to cup her breast, squashing her suddenly erect nipple into its palm, sending a shiver through her body.
Her progress slowed. It felt like she was pushing uphill but she took another step and then one more. There were now hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks, hands on the front of her thighs, also up under her skirt and hands on her breasts. She could see the eyes of the last two men waiting their chance to touch her.
One of the hands on her front thigh slipped upward and a finger trailed lasciviously along the furrow of her sex. Its motion had lifted the front of the skirt exposing her pussy mound to their eyes—when it wasn’t covered by a hand, that is. She took another step and felt the hands behind her let go of her ass as she moved out of range. She glanced down to see fingers deftly undoing the loose knot of her top and a second later the translucent cloth falling separately to the sides, exposing her entire cleavage. The hands on her breasts let go and grabbed the top, pulling it to the sides, exposing her breasts to the men still able to see her front.
Another step and then another. Her nipples were being tweaked and pinched and two fingers, belonging to different men, were attempting to force their way into her slit. The pressure on her eased as she moved past the last men and, finally, the hands dropped away and she was clear of them.
Joe clapped and signaled her to turn, just as he had at the doorway earlier. Carol did, pirouetting again, allowing the men who had missed the opportunity to feast their eyes on her chest. There was a round of applause and Carol turned back to face Joe, her breasts still proudly displayed.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched!” Rebecca whispered to Carol as she helped her tie the front of her top back together.
“You know something?”
“What?”
Carol giggled, “I almost came. If there’d been three or four more men I would have.”
Rebecca giggled, too.
“I so wanted to bring myself off just watching you.”
Joe, in the meantime, had told the guys the plans for the morning, resulting in several groans and was shepherding the men into the dining room.
“Lizzie, I’d like you and Susie to take first shift, please.”
Obediently the two women moved to follow him and Carol and Rebecca perched on a couple of bar stools at the counter to watch. Neither took any notice of the length of leg they were displaying, although several pairs of male eyes certainly did.
Chapter
43
From where they were both sitting, Carol and Rebecca could see about two thirds of the dining room, including Joe at the head of the table at the far end, with Lizzie and Susie taking up positions on either side of him. The table blocked their view of Lizzie below the waist but they could clearly see Joe’s hand was lying gently on the front of Susie’s thigh above her stockings. From the way Lizzie had jumped slightly, they were sure his other hand was repeating the process on the other side. The way everyone else in the room was clearly focused on Joe and what he was doing made it perfectly clear that fetching drinks and snacks wasn’t the only thing the waitresses would be doing.
Rebecca glanced at Carol, her eyes wide open. Carol could see the other young neighbor’s mouth was slightly open and her tongue flicked her top lip in anticipation.
“You want to go in there next?”
Carol asked and Rebecca slowly nodded, obviously very aroused.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Rebecca’s answer was emphatic and Carol watched out of the corner of her eye as the woman’s fertile imagination worked her into an ever higher aroused state.
Both Lizzie and Susie moved closer to Joe, and Carol could see Lizzie’s eyes close as Joe’s hand, under the level of the table, obviously crept higher. His other hand was moving up Susie’s leg, too, and she watched as the tall blonde shifted her weight slightly, subtly opening her legs to allow the mayor access to her treasures.
The movements weren’t lost on the other men and the tension in the room was obviously growing as the other men wondered when they would get a chance to cop a feel too.
“How about coffee?”
Joe’s voice punctuated the tension and the men nodded.
“Why don’t you two go and take their orders. I’ll take mine black with two sugars.”
His hand slid reluctantly from the two pussies he was fondling and Lizzie moved out of sight. Carol continued to watch Susie as, on this side of the table, she moved to the person sitting nearest to the mayor.
She moved up beside his chair and leaned all the way over to ask what he wanted. Although the man’s body was in the way a bit, Carol could clearly work out what he was doing. One hand was up the back of Susie’s skirt and the other reached across to her chest.
After a minute, the blonde moved onto the next guy and the process repeated itself down the table. Finally, she stood up straight, looking rather flushed as she collected the last coffee order.
“Let Susie take the orders out, honey, I might need you to run an errand.”
Joe was obviously talking to Lizzie who moved around the foot of the table, handed a slip of paper to Susie, and went to stand in the same place Susie had initially occupied. She, too, looked flushed and someone had obviously loosened the knot on her top to the extent her large breasts were almost spilling out.
Susie walked clear of the room and into the kitchen where the other two busied themselves helping produce the coffee order. Finally, the large tray full of coffee was ready and Susie went to pick it up, Rebecca gently smacked her hands away.
“Remember the rules, sweetie—one out, next one goes in. You get to sit and suffer for a while now, it’s my turn.”
The twinkle in Rebecca’s eyes said it all, as did the smile on her face. Carol could see Susie get a little flustered as she realized her neighbor actually wanted to experience the treatment she had just suffered. Carol turned to look back into the dining room. From the movement of the front of Lizzie’s skirt, and the way the woman kept jerking her hips very slightly, and the closed eyes, it was obvious that Joe had his hand up the back of her skirt and, almost certainly, his finger in her pussy.
When Rebecca went into the room with the tray instead of Susie the men on this side of the table all stirred. Joe let go of Lizzie and the two went round the table delivering the coffees. Just as earlier, each time they leaned over one of the men to place the cup in front of him, the man would take the opportunity to grope the waitress.
Susie watched from her position alongside Carol and, as Carol cast quick sidelong glances at her friend, she could see Susie was beginning to understand just how erotic the sight was and why Rebecca was impatient to get involved. Carol, herself, was herself getting hot watching as Rebecca was continuously mauled by one man after another. When she finally went to stand in her position next to Joe, the position previously occupied by both Susie and subsequently Lizzie, she was breathing hard. What’s more, the knot on her top was undone and the two pieces of thin fabric hung loosely draped over her chest.
After a couple of minutes of low-voiced male conversation, Joe tapped Rebecca on the waist and whispered something to her. She immediately bent over him, providing a perfect profile view to the watching women as the fabric of her loose top swung out and down, revealing the curve of her breast. A couple of moments later she stood up and quickly shrugged off the thin piece of fabric, baring her breasts to the whole group. Appreciative whistles sounded, quickly shushed by Joe who brought the meeting back to order with a couple of words.
Carol wondered how Joe could conduct the meeting without losing track as he continued to either finger fuck or fondle the ass of a beautiful woman on either side of him. It wasn’t long before she was given the chance to find out, as Rebecca was the one Joe sent out to fetch a plate of nibbles for the table.
Now it was Carol’s turn.
As Carol picked up the plate of chips and dips, she could hear Susie’s hurried low voiced conversation with Rebecca.
“Well, did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you do what you said? Did you cum?”
“Yes”
“Slut!”
The last comment from Susie was delivered with a giggle so Carol knew they weren’t quarreling, but it was still a surprise coming from the lips of the tall blonde who, until then, had epitomized the term.
The giggles rang in her ears as she stepped into the dining room, her hands both fully occupied with the tray.
“Well, offer then round, my dear.”
Carol had expected to place the tray in the middle of the table but, with Joe’s instruction, it was quite clear she wasn’t going to be able to do that. She moved to the guy on the far left of the table and stood over him offering the contents of the tray. There could have been anything on the tray—he wasn’t interested in any of it. She felt his hand go straight to her thigh above the stockings and insistently ease onto her inner thigh. There was nothing she could do to defend herself and resignedly positioned her legs slightly further apart to allow him to run his fingers up to the juncture of her legs.
A moment later his fingertips made contact with her slit and she started slightly but couldn’t move away as one finger rubbed up and down the length of her pussy. He paused to squash the tiny nub of her clit into its housing, allowing it to pop up again. Her breath caught and she realized everyone was watching her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he removed his hand and took a couple of chips and she moved to the guy on the other side of the table who immediately repeated the process. John, the Police Chief, was sitting next to him and he pushed his chair back and moved around behind her.
“You do look a little uncomfortable, my sweet. Let me adjust that for you.”
Her hands were still occupied holding the tray, so she couldn’t prevent him reaching between her breasts and undoing the knot before drawing her top down to lie across her elbows. As he resumed his seat, he waved her past him to the next man along. Carol thought John had had all his fun but she was now, of course, standing between them, still within reach. She rapidly found two pairs of hands ascending her legs, one on each side, and a gentle tap reminded her to part her legs to allow them both access to her wet slit. Feeling two hands on her legs was one thing, knowing that the hands belonged to different men was something else.
Despite all her experiences of groups over the past few weeks, nothing had quite prepared Carol for the sensation of two hands contesting a
ccess to her pussy. She turned her knees outwards and squatted down slightly, enabling more access to her gushing slit which was now liberally coating her thighs with her juices.
“Please… Please…”
She was mumbling, almost incoherently. John looked at her puzzled for a moment and saw she was about to lose control, so made a steadying grab for the tray just as her muscles spasmed and Carol came hard. She felt her legs begin to give way but desperately locked her muscles to retain control.
There was a burst of clapping and she realized all eyes in the room were on her, most of the men clapping as they watched her cum. She blushed at the concept of what had just happened to her and then shuddered in horror at the thought that there were still three men to serve and one of them was a devilishly grinning Joe.
* * * *
By the time the meeting had broken up, none of the women were wearing tops, and all had been vigorously finger fucked several times, just as Carol had. Unknown to the other women, Joe had instructed Lizzie to order pizzas for lunch so they were caught by surprise when the gate buzzer went. Lizzie answered it and a couple of minutes later the doorbell rang.
Joe moved behind Susie as the three women looked at each other. He grasped the back hem of her skirt and lifted it, tucking it into the waistband.
“You answer the door, sweetie, that’ll be lunch.”
The act of lifting the tiny skirt at the back had raised the front hem a little, too, so it now hung to only just below her crotch. As she moved to the door, they could all see her naked ass showing behind. Joe told the other women to stay where they were, facing the door, so that the pizza delivery boy could see them, but he and the men faded out of sight.
Taking a deep breath, Susie opened the door. The young man standing there nearly dropped the boxes he was holding. Seeing Susie standing there topless, was not what he’d expected. His eyes locked onto her taut nipples before, after a long moment, drifting down to take in the ultra-short mini skirt and the long stocking-clad legs beneath. There were several inches of naked thigh showing above the stocking tops, too. He licked his lips before trying to drag his eyes back up to her face, but didn’t manage to get beyond chest level though, his eyes drawn like magnets to her breasts.
