by Laura Cooper
“Let’s get another glass of wine, or perhaps the bottle and jump in the hot tub!” I suggested this, glancing to see if that was something Belinda would approve of. Belinda’s face seemed unsure, but she nodded. It was, after all, a chilly September day.
“Great! I will get the wine, you girls get in!” I motioned towards the sparkling hot tub on the other side of the pool closest to the house.
Walking into the house I heard the boys cheering from Chris’s office. I knew the game had begun, so I popped my head into the room to check the score. I had already taken my shirt off while walking in the door, in preparation for my entrance into the hot tub. My sheer orange bra left nothing to the imagination, but these guys were quite used to my naked body. They all looked up at me like teenagers on a ravenous spree at a strip club as I walked into the room.
“Do you guys need anything?” I asked smiling at their boyish grins in my direction.
It was Chris who spoke up first. “Yes dear. Would you come here and let me suck those precious tits?
Ah, I see, I thought. The boys need some encouragement. I glanced at the screen and indeed, our team was already down by 7.
I walked to my husband with a customary submissive demeanor. Bending before him as he sat on the couch, I presented my cleavage for inspection. He pulled my left breast out from my bra with his strong thick fingers; I couldn’t help but envision them inside me every time I studied them. Chris put his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him, drawing my breast into his mouth. I felt the flush rush through me as he sucked my nipple. Ryan, Connor and Steve watched as he rubbed his entire face over my nipple. The prickling of his unshaven face causing a instant rash of red across my chest. He took my other breast out and sandwiched his face between them, holding them together and teasing my nipples between his fingers.
“Come on baby, are you going to torture me all day?” I spoke with a breathlessness that came from my already wet pussy. His hands went to the zipper of my jean shorts and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them with one hand. The shorts slid to the floor revealing that I had not been able to match the orange bra that morning. With no underwear my pussy was in full view of all the men in the room.
Chris looked as if he was considering his options. “As a matter of fact, sweetheart, I am not. Get on your knees,” he ordered.
I knew his tone, and no was not an option. On my knee’s before my husband, I unzipped his jeans and gently pulled his cock from his pants. I took it into my hand and drew it into my lips. Licking it over the top, underneath, and around the base until I was assured it was wet. Chris shifted on the couch to give me room to fit my entire head between his legs with ease. Pulling it into my mouth I cherished the taste, feel, and combination of softness and hardness that came with my husband’s robust cock. In moments when he felt insecure and clingy I assured him with all honesty that I had yet to find a cock as perfect as his. Sucking it deeply into my throat, I too was assured that it was indeed perfection in my mind.
I moved my head back and forth over his crotch with familiar enjoyment. His hands went to the top of my head and he pressed me deeper onto the source of my constant pleasure. Sucking his cock was truly one of my favorite things in this world, and having his best friends in attendance did not concern me. I plunged with fury over his lap, drawing him deeper and deeper into my throat until his pre-cum spilt onto my tongue. I swallowed it, taking pleasure in the salty treat. I didn’t want to lose focus, though, and the teaser still salted my throat as I sucked harder and harder, faster and faster until Chris shot his load straight down my throat. He came with such force that I didn’t even have a chance to swallow; it went directly into the back of my throat and slid down.
“Oh baby! I am sorry! I know how you like to taste cum, and here I went and shot it straight down your throat! Oh honey, come here and kiss me.”
With a pout, I took my mouth from his cock and moved to his face. His tongue met mine as I folded myself into his arms on the couch.
“Hmm…what can I do to make up for this?” Chris said aloud. “I know! Laura, lie down on the ottoman, on your back please.”
I did as instructed, enticed by what I imagined was headed my way. “Now Connor, Ryan, Steve, if you wouldn’t mind would you please fuck my wife? She obviously is in need of some cock.” Chris’s hand reached for my pussy and two fingers slid inside me to prove that I was wet and in need. He pulled his fingers out showing his friends the soaking wetness of them with amusement. Putting them in his mouth he assured them that I tasted wonderful.
I laid back on the ottoman ready, and barely shivering with anticipation. Steve’s cock immediately rubbed my clit as my body jumped on its own to reach for the slender, straight cock that my friend Karen had chosen for her lifelong prick. I had to agree with her; while it was thin and straight, it touched just the right spot every time without fail. Steve wasted no time plunging into my wetness, he fucked me deeply and without concern of force he was applying to my pussy. I loved a good hard fuck, and I screamed as much into the air as he slammed into me again and again.
Ryan’s cock presented itself to my lips. His cock was huge, and it amazed me that no woman had caught it forever, the fools. I sucked his dick, regardless of this feeling, I needed to suck it as hard as Steve’s prick was forcing into me.
“Gentlemen, if you will please share this delightful pussy.” Connor moved into position over me and reluctantly Steve conceded his spot in my cunt. He took a more gentle approach to my pounding crotch and rubbed his cock up and down the outside of it until I heard my own voice begging for it. “Please fuck me!” I heard the voice not realizing it was my own.
Connors cock was slanted slightly to the right, and as he entered me it went directly to my g-spot. Instantly the stakes went to level 10. I sucked Ryan with a new passion that caused him to shoot his cum into my mouth rather too quickly. I wasn’t complaining though, as I had a mouth full of salty cum and a cock that was sending me to another planet inside my pussy. I swallowed Ryan’s cum, delighting in the taste and slimy texture that I enjoyed so much.
Steve moved over my breasts and straddled me; kneeling over me he grabbed my breasts and held them together with his cock between them. He moved his prick between them as though he was fucking my pussy again. The head of his cock poking through my tits towards my face every few seconds as he fucked my breasts with the same intensity that he had only recently screwed my cunt.
Connor was now pounding into me and I saw Chris move to stand over me as well. He was rubbing his cock, and by the look of his tight balls it wouldn’t be long before he covered me with cum again. Thoughtfully Ryan moved out of his way and went to collapse on the sofa. I gave his huge cock one tender kiss as he pulled it away from my mouth.
Chris stood over me and within a few minutes of stroking, he shot warm cum over my face. My pussy was begging to come; I thrust into Connor’s dick as though it was a lifesaving device all the while Steve was fucking my tits. Steve moaned and gave ample warning prior to exploding his giant mass of hot cum onto my face. My hands reached to his cock, to touch it and remove any left trace of his delicious taste.
My pussy would not be distracted, however, as it beckoned me finish. As Connor stroked deep and hard onto my g-spot, I exploded onto him, my body writhing to extract the last semblance of the fluttering orgasm as it took control. Connor felt my pussy overtake his cock and throb on it with delirious happiness. He pushed deep into me and held it there until I was slowly coming down from my orgasm. Then, as he felt me relax, he thrust one more time and pulled his cock from my pussy and shot cum across my stomach.
“Good girl!” Chris’s voice sounded from the sofa. Sounds of agreement came from all of them as they settled back on the sofa to watch the game. I lay on the ottoman in front of them, naked, covered in their cum, and thoroughly satisfied.
The Next Installment:
Come Home With Me: Part 2
Hot Tub
Exhausted from my trip to check on the
boys and retrieve another bottle of wine from the cooler in the media room I stopped at the bathroom to check my appearance. No harm done I noticed as the mirror reflected a new gleam in my eyes that surely came from the hard fucking that I had just received from Chris and his best friends.
Grabbing the bottle of wine I headed back to the hot tub. As I opened the back door what I saw captured my attention immediately…
To find out what happens next, check out Part 2 of this series published on 2/26/2011.
Also, to learn more about the “Tramp Stamp,” check out “The Tramp Stamp Club” published on 2/26/2011.
Other Books by Laura Cooper:
Tramp Stamp Club
Tramp Stamp Club: My Slut Wife Training
Watched
Come Home with Me: Part 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 1
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 2
My Hot Bedtime Stories: Volume 3
