‘Rub some cream on my back, Nich,’ Violet said, her voice lazy and sensual.
Yasmin turned to watch, propping her head on a hand. Violet was face down, her eyes closed, her long hair held up to leave her back exposed, her slim body gently bowed to where her rounded bottom rose, her long legs straight out and slightly apart. Nich began to apply cream, massaging it into her back with his fingers until Violet had started to make soft purring noises. He reached her bottom, smoothing the cream into the cheeks as she pushed it up with a contented sigh. Yasmin bit her lip, wishing it was she who was being massaged and wondering if Nich would take advantage of Violet’s sleepy arousal.
He made no move, creaming the full length of her legs with slow, deliberate motions until Violet’s skin gleamed from neck to toes. Yasmin’s nipples had gone hard, tempting her to touch them and reminding her that while Violet and Nich had spent the night in each other’s arms she had slept alone. Violet was still purring, while Nich moved slowly back up her legs, rubbing the cream well into her thighs, lifting her bottom as his hands cupped the tuck of her cheeks.
‘Fuck her, Nich, that’s what she wants,’ Yasmin suggested, thinking that it was also what she wanted, badly.
Nich returned a grin of pure mischief. Violet pushed up her bottom still further, making herself available. Nich glanced once to the slope and put his hand to his fly, easing it down, opening the button and freeing his cock, already close to erection. Cocking his leg across Violet, he knelt over her, tugging at his penis as his eyes feasted on her naked rear. Yasmin reached out, unable to help herself, took Nich’s cock and began to stroke the shaft, then to rub it between her friend’s cream-slick buttocks. He sighed, allowing her to do it, Violet giving a pleased moan in response. In moments he was hard, the head of his cock moving in the greasy valley of Violet’s buttocks, rubbing her soft flesh, touching her anus to draw a squeak of either expectation or alarm, moving lower to find the entrance of her vagina.
Yasmin let go as Nich slid into Violet. He began to fuck, holding his body up on his arms and bouncing on her upturned bottom. Watching his shaft going in and out between Violet’s slim cheeks, Yasmin gave in to her own feelings, taking her breasts in her hands and starting to massage. Nich turned to grin at her and she held them out, then rolled over on to her back, intent on masturbating in front of them while they fucked.
Violet’s eyes were open, her mouth, too, watching in breathless pleasure as she was fucked. Yasmin spread her thighs and put her hand to her pussy, in full view of the others as she began to stroke her clitoris. Violet stretched out an arm, touching Yasmin’s thigh, then the curve of her bottom. Yasmin groaned as a finger found her vagina and slid inside. Nich was going faster, moving on Violet’s bottom, his front slapping against her cheeks with each push. His head was turned, his gaze fixed on where Violet was now masturbating Yasmin freely. He grunted, pulling sharply back to spray sperm over Violet’s bottom, a sight that was too much for Yasmin. She came, grabbing her breasts to squeeze both plump globes hard as her pussy burned under Violet’s touch. Her head was swimming, lost in ecstasy and the exquisite sensation of doing something so wonderfully, openly improper.
By the time her senses recovered it was to find Violet turned beneath Nich, her thighs high and wide, sucking on his penis as he lapped at her pussy. She was coming, her legs crossed over his back, pulling his face into her sex, releasing his penis at the last moment to lick at his cock and balls as she rode her orgasm. Yasmin watched, happy in the afterglow of her own climax, delighting in her friend’s uninhibited ecstasy until they at last relaxed and rolled apart.
‘You can do my front now,’ Violet laughed as Nich sat back.
‘By all means,’ Nich answered, ‘although I can see somebody over towards the cliff, a blonde woman, with a severity of dress that suggests disapproval of nude sunbathing.’
‘I suppose we’d better put our knickers on at least,’ Violet said.
‘Perhaps,’ Nich answered.
Yasmin turned, pulling her knickers out from among her other clothes and slipping into them as Violet did the same. Returning to sunbathing, she felt content in the knowledge that, however Violet’s relationship with Nich went, she would not be entirely excluded.
Lily stood looking out to sea, feeling embarrassed and slightly irritated. After reading the treatise on erotic octopus art it had been impossible not to visit the Wythman barrow. Not only was it one of the most important Bronze Age sites locally, but the treatise had suggested the discovery of an octopus carving when the barrow had been opened, a fact she had been unaware of.
She had hoped to be able to explore and photograph the site in peace, only to discover that not only was there somebody there, but that from the sound of things they were having sex. Determined not to be put off, she had walked to the cliff edge and stood gazing out over the sea while she waited for them to finish.
Finally she became tired of waiting, telling herself that she had as much right as they to be there, more, considering what they were doing. Walking back towards the barrow, she saw somebody rise, a man, then another, a young woman in what was presumably a purple bikini but looked like bra and panties. Ignoring them, she walked to the board where a somewhat defaced map showed the site, along with text recording it as a pre-Celtic burial mound. As she read it she heard voices behind her, a woman asking a question, a second female voice adding to it and the man answering.
‘This is certainly the prime site,’ he was saying. ‘The Brittany site is no more than half the size, although completely excavated. This map must be based on the nineteenth-century excavation, but is basically speculation. The dig was only done by the local vicar and some workmen after all, and even then archaeology was pretty primitive in 1850.’
‘Eighteen fifty-three,’ Lily said quietly, unable to resist showing off her more detailed knowledge, ‘by the Reverend Clerebold Wilmot, the Vicar of Abbotscombe.’
‘You have studied the Wythman barrow?’ the man demanded.
‘I’m in the middle of a degree on Bronze Age sites in south Devon,’ Lily answered, feeling the blood rise to her cheeks and wishing her shyness wasn’t so obvious, ‘but it’s not technically a barrow, according to some references. It’s said to have been some sort of temple, to an octopus deity of all things.’
‘So it is,’ he answered. ‘You seem remarkably knowledgeable. I don’t wish to push, but I don’t suppose you have any papers relating to the site?’
‘Nothing in particular,’ she answered, unable not to feel flattered by his response to her knowledge. ‘Actually, I’ve only seen the temple reference in one paper, and that was on art and not really scientific at all. I may be quite wrong.’
‘No, no, you are right, be sure of it. This paper, it wasn’t by somebody called Laverack, Theo Laverack?’
‘Yes, that’s it.’
‘You have a copy of Laverack, with you?’
‘Yes, I mean no. It’s really my boyfriend’s.’
‘A student too?’
‘No, he’s a customs officer, actually.’
Three
Ed Gardner took a last drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Sitting outside the Ferryboat, he had been drinking since after work, along with several colleagues and the two policemen who had been on day duty at the ferry terminal. All but one of the others had left, mostly returning to families, leaving him in increasingly drunken conversation with the police sergeant, Jeffrey Perkins. When his companion had pointed out a particularly attractive woman at the bar, he had begun to talk about Lily, boasting of his conquest.
‘Fucking gorgeous, I tell you,’ he was saying. ‘Bob-cut hair, blonde, real blonde, her muff and all. Only twenty-one.’
‘Nice,’ Perkins answered.
‘One of these shy types,’ Ed continued. ‘Wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but she fucks like a rabbit. It’s a laugh actually. She makes out she hates it even when she’s really loving it. Three times she came off last night, tied to the bed, the kinky bitch.�
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‘Nice.’
‘It’s great. She’ll do anything, anything I tell her. I even told her I’d put it up her arse, and what d’you know, she loved it.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah, dirty bitch, like I said. You know, she’d do anything, anything, just because I tell her. Not for anyone else, just for me. She’s that gone on me.’
‘Sure, Ed.’
‘I’m not joking, Jeff, anything. She’ll do striptease, she’ll suck and swallow, kneel down so I can have her doggy, anything.’
‘Sure, Ed, that’s nice, but that’s normal stuff. I bet she squeals if you do have her up the arse.’
‘Sure she’ll squeal, she squeals about fucking anything. Doesn’t stop her doing it, and I’ve had no complaints afterwards. That’s what matters, Jeff, not what a woman says before, what she says after. They’re always coy before, just to keep us interested, but after eight inches of cock up the cunt it’s a different story.’
‘Up the cunt, yeah. Up the arse is different. Sure, you get a few dirty ones, but most of them don’t like it.’
‘Not my Lily, she’ll do as I say and love it.’
‘What if you told her to suck some other bloke off?’
‘Yeah, I reckon. She’d hate it, because it wasn’t me, but she’d do it.’
‘Yeah, right.’
‘She would. Sure she’d make a big fuss and beg me not to make her and that, but it’d just be for show. She’d do it.’
‘Twenty says she won’t.’
‘How d’you mean?’
‘Twenty says you can’t make her suck me off.’
‘You dirty bastard, you’re just after a cheap blow job!’
‘Thought so, when the money’s down you soon change your tune.’
‘No, no, I’m for real. I just…’
‘Yeah, Ed. You’re full of shit!’
‘No one calls me a liar, Jeff.’
‘Then put your money where your mouth is.’
‘All right, all right, you dirty bastard. Make it a fifty and you’re on.’
‘Fifty it is. Drink up, then.’
‘What, now?’
‘Yeah, now, Ed.’
Ed swallowed his pint. His head was reeling with drink, his cock stirring in his trousers at the thought of Lily. As the idea of making her suck the sergeant off sank in it became more appealing. He knew it would get to her, really get to her, and that in the end she’d love him for it. Treat them rough and they’ll crawl to you, his father had said, and he’d been right.
Lily was sure to be in her flat. She never seemed to have had much of a social life anyway, and now she was with him she didn’t need it, so unless she had let herself back into his place she would be there. They set off, doing their best to look sober as both were still in uniform, cutting around behind the docks to the shop above which Lily lodged. Sure enough, she was there, answering the door with a worried expression when she saw the police uniform.
‘Don’t worry, babe, this is my friend Jeff,’ Ed assured.
‘Now run along and get us a beer.’
Lily made for the kitchen, sent on her way with a slap of her rear. She was in white jeans, the tight denim making the best of her full bottom, and Ed shared a knowing leer with his friend as she scampered into the kitchen, her bottom moving enticingly behind her.
‘Nice,’ Jeff remarked, ‘very nice.’
‘You ain’t seen nothing,’ Ed answered, ‘and you may as well hand over that fifty now.’
Jeff grinned and shook his head, but said no more as Lily came back into the room carrying a four-pack of beer. Ed took it, handing two to Jeff and placing the remainder by his chair.
‘I didn’t know you were coming, or I’d have picked up a bit,’ she said apologetically.
‘No problem, babe,’ he answered, tugging her down on to his lap.
She went with the pressure, settling herself uneasily on his knee and making no resistance as his arm curled around her waist. He cupped a breast through her jumper, briefly feeling the rounded swell of it before she pulled away with a squeak.
‘Hey, hey, babe, be cool,’ he chided. ‘Jeff’s a friend, he doesn’t mind if I cop a bit of a feel while we have a beer. Here, give me a kiss.’
He pulled her in, easily overcoming her resistance until her lips were pressed to his. She met his kiss reluctantly, pulling back, only to let her mouth open with a sob as he applied more pressure. Their tongues touched and he felt her body start to relax, at which he once more took hold of her breast and began to knead. He felt Lily start but kept his hold, fondling her and stroking his fingers across the swell of her breast until the nipple went hard.
‘Ed, please,’ she said. ‘Not now.’
‘Relax, babe,’ he answered. ‘Come on, let’s have these out.’
‘Ed!’ she squeaked, but too late as he whipped up her top and bra, spilling her breasts free and catching her arms up behind her to leave them sticking out, bare, the erect nipples pointing high as he pulled her body back into a tight arch. He could feel her shivering and felt his cock twinge in response to her, to her nakedness, to her helplessness and to his control over her body. She was whimpering softly to herself, but said nothing and made no effort to escape his grip. He took his time, teasing her, sure she would soon be excited enough to do as she was told. With both nipples rock-hard and her breath coming in little ragged pants, he decided she was ready.
‘Good girl,’ he soothed. ‘See, Jeff, she needs to be taken in hand, but she loves it. Now, Lily, I owe Jeff here a little favour, so you’re going to get down on your hands and knees, crawl over to him and give him a nice, long suck, just like you give me, eh?’
‘Please, no,’ Lily sighed, but her voice was broken and he was sure she would do it, just with a little more pressure.
‘I didn’t ask you,’ he said. ‘I told you. Still, I know it’s hard, so let’s give your cunt a little frig to get you in the mood.’
He put his hand to her jeans button, and hers closed on top but without force. She sobbed as the button popped, then again, louder, as her zip slid down and the front of her knickers came on show. Ed slid his hand down them, finding her sex moist and ready.
‘You’re soaking, you little tart,’ he laughed. ‘So let’s not have any more shit. Come on, get your mouth round Jeff’s prick. It’s for me, right?’
Ed gave her a gentle push and she slid to the floor, moving to all fours as she had been ordered and crawling to Jeff. He grinned, gave Ed a last look and pulled down his zip, flopping his cock into his lap. Lily looked at it, then at Ed.
‘Suck it,’ Ed ordered. ‘Get it in your mouth and suck it until you get a mouthful. Come on, Lily, babe, for me, for your lover.’
Lily didn’t move, her eyes pleading, large and moist, her lower lip pouted and trembling.
‘Suck it,’ Ed growled. ‘Come on, do as you’re told or it could get worse.’
Lily swallowed, closed her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth to take in Jeff’s flaccid penis as he offered it to her. He gave a contented sigh as her lips closed on his shaft and her head began to move, up and down, her lips pursed to make a slide for his penis. Ed gave a chuckle of satisfaction as he found that watching her suck on another man’s penis gave him no jealousy whatever, just a wonderful feeling of power.
Jeff was soon erect, half his cock standing free of Lily’s mouth, the other half inside. Lily sucked with her eyes shut, her face set in an expression of utter misery as her lips worked up and down on the policeman’s cock. Her bottom was stuck out behind her, flaring from her hips to a tempting ball of flesh within her tight white jeans. With the button undone they had already come down a little, and Ed determined to increase her embarrassment by pulling them down all the way, making her show her knickers while she sucked cock, maybe more.
‘Let’s have a bit more out,’ he laughed. ‘That juicy arse for a start.’
He came behind her, tugging her jeans down around her thighs. Her knickers cam
e with them, leaving her bottom showing. It looked good, framed by the top and the dishevelled lower garments, her cheeks slightly open to show a puff of pale hair and hint at the area around her anus. She kept sucking, obediently bobbing her head on the stiff penis in her mouth as Jeff watched her stripped.
‘Tits too, I reckon,’ Ed drawled, ‘not that she’s got much, but it’s good to see them swing. Come on, babe, get them out.’
Lily hesitated only a moment, then tugged up her top over her breasts, leaving them hanging. She was nude from chest to thighs, everything that mattered showing, and Ed’s cock was hard in his trousers. He stood back, admiring the way the outer lips of her sex pushed out between her thighs with the soft pink of her inner lips showing between them. Lifting a foot, he trod lightly on her back, forcing her to dip low and spread her buttocks, revealing more of her sex and the tight spot of her anus.
‘I’m going to fuck her, Jeff,’ he slurred. ‘Hold still, you little bitch, and keep sucking. Push that big arse out, spread it.’
She obeyed, shivering hard as she lifted her bottom, reached back and pulled open her cheeks, her anus stretched taut between them, her pussy moist and ready below. He knelt, tugging at his belt to get his trousers open. For a moment he was tempted to try to bugger her, only to decide to postpone it and enjoy the easier, more natural hole, at least for the moment. She was wet, and too tempting to be ignored.
‘She fucking loves it, like I said,’ he announced. ‘Her cunt’s dripping like a tap.’
His cock came free as he pushed down his trousers and underpants, pointing up, directly at the damp folds of Lily’s sex. Taking her by the hips, he moved forward, his cock nudging her pussy, finding the hole and sliding inside. He grunted as his length slid inside her.
‘Keep them held open,’ he ordered. ‘I want to see it go in and out. I want to see your arsehole.’
Lily made an odd choking noise in her throat, but kept her bottom spread, an awkward position that forced her to suck Jeff’s cock by bobbing her head up and down on his erection. Ed watched his cock, admiring the spread of Lily’s bottom and the rude contrast straining anus and open, cock-filled hole made with the demure knickers and smart jeans he had pulled down to get at her. She looked so sweet, so innocent, which made it so much better to get her stripped down with a cock in each end. It made him want to soil her, to leave her stripped and filthy, and as Jeff began to groan with his approaching orgasm Ed knew what he wanted to do.
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