by Bridy McAvoy
As soon as the fingers wrapped in the garment touched her pussy, Rebecca howled out another orgasm and continued to shudder as Susie pushed more and more of the clothing into her with each thrust of her dainty fingers. Lizzie moved round to stand beside Peter.
“My turn!”
She took up the same pose Susie had only minutes earlier and Peter realized she wanted him to remove her panties the same way he had the blonde’s. Rebecca had turned her head to watch and Peter could feel Susie’s eyes on him as he reached up under Lizzie’s short dress to attach his fingers to the waistband of the panties he expected to find there.
“Fooled you!”
Lizzie giggled as his hands encountered no obstruction and no elastic—Lizzie was already sans underwear. A moment later, she spun through ninety degrees forcing his hands to move round her body to make contact with her naked ass and her equally smooth navel. Without conscious thought he lowered his hands slightly and one hand made contact with her clean shaven mound and its already damp slit.
Lizzie chuckled at the look on his face and jerked her hips forward, pushing her mound into his fingers, one of which reflexively slipped between the outer folds of her pussy, running along the moistened crevice and bringing a slight shudder from the buxom woman. The movement automatically brought his eyes up to her chest and he confirmed the well-endowed woman wasn’t wearing a bra. A moment later she gently disengaged herself from his hands and moved to cross the deck to join her watching friends.
Chapter 34
“I said she was a doll and I was right, wasn’t I?”
Phil’s voice echoed around the confines of Carol’s mind. As with the earlier visitor there was no audible reply.
“Look at the legs on that? Isn’t she a sight for sore eyes?”
Carol knew Phil’s deliberate impersonal comments were designed to taunt her and her fingers gripped the back of the leather couch convulsively as she tried to control her responses. The implicit humiliation in being described and discussed this way, like a piece of meat, brought blood rushing to her face and she could feel the heat in her cheeks as a result.
“They are a very nice set of pins, aren’t they? I’m sure Carol would love to show us both more if I ask her to.”
Carol gulped, images of Susie’s description of exactly this scenario flashing in front of her eyes, knowing the visualizations were rapidly increasing her own arousal.
“Slide your hands outward along the top of the couch, honey, and bend forward at the waist. Slowly now, be a good little tease. The two of us want to see more of those legs.”
Slowly Carol began to slide her hands along the smooth padded leather and, as she did so, her body just naturally began to rotate forward. Each successive inch of bend, of course, raised the back of her skirt. With her hands now about a foot away from her body, she paused, gauging the skirt hem was now just about in line with her crotch as she bent over. The cool air flowing across her naked pussy lips provided a further clue as to her near exposure as well as heightening the stimulation.
“Keep going, Carol. We want you to put everything you’ve got on display. Go ahead, show us it all.”
The taunting bantering tone merely increased her sense of humiliation but, nevertheless, she continued to obey his instructions, sliding her hands further out and bending even further. She was convinced whoever was standing behind her could now see her pussy and, as she continued to bend, also the globes of her ass appearing below the hem. Finally, her abdomen touched the back of the couch and she realized she was now bent double. Without being able to see, she knew the hem was now resting halfway up her ass and the only thing stopping the people behind her seeing her pussy completely was the fact her legs were pressed together. No sooner had that thought flashed through her mind than even that safety blanket was metaphorically stripped away.
“Spread your feet apart, Carol. I said we wanted to see everything you’ve got and I meant it. Open your legs and display your charms for us.”
There was no point in protesting, and indeed she was aware she didn’t want to. Instead, she did as she was told, meekly spreading her feet apart. The extra space between her legs allowed the cool air-conditioned breeze even more access to her private parts and she shivered as the cold came into contact with her now wet pussy lips.
“Ah! Very nice! Don’t you think so? Go on, have a closer look. Carol doesn’t mind. Do you, Carol?”
She shook her head, and then realized she was only blindfolded, not gagged. For some reason the blindfold had inhibited her from saying anything, and she could find no rational reason for that. She opened her mouth but, for some reason, no words came out. A moment later, she felt a presence near her and then the rustle of clothing as whoever it was bent down to inspect the treasures she’d put on show. The shiver that ran down her spine was more from excitement than chill. Her mouth stayed open as she began to pant for air.
* * * *
Peter watched as the ringleader of the gang of three pretty and now panty-less women moved across the deck area to join her friends. Susie still had Rebecca’s panties hanging half in and half out of her mouth, whilst hers were pushed mostly inside Rebecca’s pussy with just a tiny piece of nylon hanging down. Both women were panting heavily, obviously both aroused.
“I think you need to be treated the same way, you long-legged minx.”
Lizzie leaned down and took hold of the black lace dangling on Susie’s chin. Without ceremony, but certainly not roughly, Lizzie pulled the sodden garment from the blonde’s mouth and moved lower down her body. Susie sprawled, supported on her elbows, with Rebecca’s spread legs on either side of her, and watched as Lizzie moved down toward Susie’s own spread and tented legs. Again she wasted no time as, leaning over from one side, Lizzie placed the soggy fabric against Susie’s slit. Her fingers pushed and Peter watched transfixed as the blonde shuddered in passion as the lace slid into her on the ends of Lizzie’s slim fingers. Almost immediately the hostess set up a rhythm, each forward thrust pushing more and more of the garment up inside the blonde whose face now took on a mask of ecstasy as the unusual penetration continued. Finally, with only a tiny piece of black hanging out of her, Lizzie withdrew her fingers. Susie even managed to look disappointed that she was being left unmolested. Tentatively she moved her legs and her expression changed back to ecstasy as she realized the movement caused the contents of her pussy to move against her sensitive places.
Meanwhile, Lizzie had regained her feet and now moved over to stand beside the still handcuffed Rebecca, not constrained for long, though, as Lizzie undid the cuff nearest her, and then reached past her to undo the other one. Rebecca straightened up in relief and, completely unselfconsciously, she allowed Lizzie to pull the now useless dress from her arms before stretching, unkinking her back stiffened from the long unnatural crouch. She lifted one leg clear of the still sprawled blonde and turned completely around to face Peter who could finally see her full naked beauty for the first time.
She glanced at his crotch and then smiled at his face.
“I can see you like what you see. Do you want me to take care of that for you?”
“Not so fast, young lady. Who said you had first dibs on the only available cock?”
Lizzie’s comment brought a stifled giggle from Susie but Rebecca continued to advance on what she obviously considered to be her prize. Peter had never been fought over before and the idea of this now happening caused him to lick his lips in anticipation. Behind Rebecca Lizzie helped Susie to her feet and both of them followed their naked neighbor across the deck toward the still recumbent Peter.
Although Rebecca was now naked, the other two were still wearing their dresses, although from both sight with one and touch with both Peter knew they wore nothing underneath. Peter looked at the three women somewhat apprehensively as they congregated around where he was half sitting, half lying on the lounger.
“Ladies… You both need an obstruction removed before he could use that cock of his on either
of your pussies. Why don’t you turn around and let him, shall we say, clear the way.”
Lizzie giggled and the other two obligingly turned to face away from Peter as they bent over at the waist, straddling their legs. Lizzie reached over and flipped Susie’s dress up onto her back, baring her ass to Peter’s eyes for the first time.
He sat up and stretched his arms forward, one hand lingering on each smooth posterior. Both of them wiggled slightly as his hand came into contact with their asses and then slid down toward the scraps of fabric dangling from their pussies. As he grasped the fabric in his fingertips he marveled at how wet and soggy they were and then grunted as Lizzie inserted her head under his arm and began to mouth his erect penis through his boxers.
Reflexively he pulled on the panties and the garments slid out of their delightful containers in a rush and, when he let them go, they landed with a plop on the deck boards between the two women’s legs. They straightened up again and turned round as Peter sank back into his chair, ostentatiously sniffing the liquor that now coated his fingers from each of them.
“That’s not fair, is it Susie?”
Lizzie had managed to get her mouth around the end of Peter’s cock, having freed it from its final cloth barrier and was now busily slurping away at it, having apparently stolen a march on her friends.
Rebecca nodded over to the far end of the deck and Susie nodded once in return and the two of them moved quickly to grab Lizzie’s arms and pull her upright, releasing the suction on his dick. Still holding her between them, the two women frog marched Lizzie over to the corner of the deck and Peter suddenly realized what they were going to do; the uncovered hot tub was over in that direction. Lizzie was obviously also aware of their intentions, but her struggles were no match for the determination of the other two women.
As soon as they reached the edge, they unceremoniously dumped the squealing hostess into the tub with a tremendous splash. This was followed by another as Susie reached out and simply pushed Rebecca in to join Lizzie thrashing around in the shallow water. Both women came back to their feet in a flurry of arms and legs, Lizzie’s thin cotton dress sticking to her like a second skin and outlining her ample charms.
Susie walked quickly back to where Peter was sitting and, without a word, stripped her dress off over her head, revealing her slim figure in all its glory. Without speaking to him, she swung one leg over him and settled onto his lap.
She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips then squirmed forward as she wriggled a hand down between them. Lifting herself slightly she lowered herself down, this time impaling herself on his member.
After all the teasing and the lascivious display in front of him, Peter was now inside a woman for the first time today and, without conscious thought, he thrust his hips up to meet her descent.
Chapter 35
The man, if indeed she could trust it was a man this time, finally stood up from his close inspection of her naked pussy. She had felt his, or her, breath on the tops of her thighs as he’d moved in close, now she was sure something more was going to happen. Carol realized she was right as she caught the sound of a zip being lowered and breathed a sigh of relief at the thought it was a man and that he was about to fuck her. Then she caught herself, what was she thinking? Relieved that a complete stranger was about to fuck her? She shook her head in disbelief, but the two men behind her ignored the motion as the one whose zip she had heard being lowered now pushed the red hot end of his prick against her wet entrance.
The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her nerves, searing pleasure from the outer lips of her vagina right into the pleasure center of her brain. She moaned out her passion as he slowly, almost ponderously, pushed forward, spreading the outer lips apart. She braced herself on the top of the couch, having difficulty maintaining a purchase on the soft padded smooth surface but managing to keep her legs locked upright. He penetrated her by a couple of inches and she began to push her ass back against him, drawing him deeper into herself as her feelings mounted.
She could hear someone moaning continuously as he continued the stroke, realizing belatedly the sounds were coming from her own throat. Finally he bottomed out, his entire length engulfed by her grasping vagina. She heard him exhale, a sigh of pure bliss, and then slowly begin to withdraw once more. She knew he was only going to go part way before pushing it back to its fullest extent once more, but even that partial withdrawal left her feeling empty inside and she instinctively moved her body to encourage him to refill that chasm.
“You like that don’t you, Carol?”
She heard Phil’s voice coming from a different direction, realizing he had moved to a position in front of her, confirming the unknown man was the one fucking her. The stranger’s cock slammed into her and she gasped, still unable to formulate words. She felt the couch she was bent over shudder and move—someone, obviously Phil, had sat or knelt on it. A moment later she felt his hand brush across the front of her dress, lingering on the bare skin of her cleavage. Meanwhile, the man behind her had established a rhythm and was now stroking in and out of her at a speed which also suited her. She was able to move her hips back and forth against him in counterpoint to his thrusts and the continued stimulation was driving her closer and closer to the edge. She heard a gentle snick sound and the front of the dress suddenly seemed looser. She realized Phil had undone the clasp, confirmed a moment later when he reached in and cupped her breasts.
As Phil began to play with her nipples, prominent with her breasts hanging down from her horizontal torso, she could hear the breathing of the man behind her become more and more ragged. Realizing he was quickly running out of stamina and wouldn’t last much longer, she increased the range of her own movements, doing everything in her power to increase her own stimulation.
With a grunt he thrust all the way into her one final time and she felt the first spurt of his white hot lava spray into her vagina. At the same time, as if acting on a signal from the man, but probably merely from his own reading of the situation, Phil savagely twisted her nipples. Carol’s orgasm burst like a flashlight bulb and she screamed out her passion as spurt after spurt of his hot cum splashed inside her.
A minute or so later Carol felt him withdraw and she slowly straightened herself up, listening to the sounds as the man adjusted his clothing and hearing Phil show him to the door, once more closing the door behind her unknown assailant.
“You can take the mask off again.”
Thankfully she pushed the mask up off her eyes, conscious that the movement of her arms above her head lifted the hem of the skirt and flashed the lower portion of her newly-fucked pussy to Phil. There was no point in modesty now—Phil had seen it all before, indeed several times already today.
“Bag number three, please, Carol. You can leave those stockings on though.”
She moved on still shaky legs over to her impromptu dressing room and again left the door open so Phil could watch as she changed into whatever outfit he had provided for her. Opening the bag she reached inside and a tiny grey mini skirt fell out, followed by a thin white blouse and a black tie. She looked out at him and noticed the smile playing on his lips.
“Getting a bit kinky, are we?”
It was the first time she’d spoken since before the first of her anonymous visitors and she was almost startled by the sound of her own voice. Phil merely laughed.
“You’ll see, Carol. You’ll see.”
She shrugged and stripped the dress off, displaying her naked body to him once more as she began to don the imitation school uniform for the next round of the decidedly kinky game Phil was playing.
* * * *
At approximately the same time as Carol was getting her first fucking of the afternoon, this was also true of her husband. As Susie began to ride up and down his length as she straddled his lap, Peter’s eyes were drawn to two different targets. Susie was much slimmer than his wife, let alone Lizzie, and her much smaller breasts attracted his eyes. So, too, did the sigh
t of a sopping wet naked Rebecca helping an equally wet, but still clothed Lizzie out of the hot tub. The latter was rubbing her knee, obviously having banged it on the floor of the hot tub during her impromptu entry into it.
Peter wasn’t too concerned though, he was far more interested in the way her wet dress clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. The sight was far more erotic than the equally wet but completely nude figure of Rebecca next to her. Nevertheless, his eyes were drawn back to the bouncing shape of the tall blonde who was continuing to fuck herself on him. His only help to her were his hands on her hips helping her to remain balanced despite her frantic movements. The visual erotic display in front of him for such an extended time had got him so wound up he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself cumming way too quickly. Desperately he tried every mental trick he knew to slow his ejaculation down to enable the woman riding him to get off as well.
“I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t worry… I’m nearly there too!”
She was panting, the exertion taking its toll as well as the mounting passion depriving her of breath. The other two women had disappeared into the house leaving them alone on the deck and her pace was becoming more frantic as she rode him.
“Oh, God! I’m cumming!”
His breathing became more and more ragged and, finally, he could feel himself swelling up inside her as the point of no return flashed past in a nano second. A moment later his first squirt of semen surged up his length and his body went rigid as it burst from his end, coating the inside of her vagina. Susie squealed in passion as she obviously felt it too, and, again a moment later, as the second, equally strong, spurt painted inside her as well. The next five or six spurts were of diminishing volume and Susie slowed to a stop before dropping forward to mash her panting chest to his in exhaustion.
