by Bridy McAvoy
With lips parted there was room for both tongues to flick out and touch and tease each other. With a soft moan I allowed my teeth to part as well, and his tongue followed the invitation by invading my mouth where it immediately began to play with mine. His hand remained behind my neck but the other one, nearest the camera, moved to touch my bare stomach between the waistcoat and the skirt. The contact immediately caused me to jerk a little, my stomach seeming to try to flatten away from his touch. I forced myself to relax and allow him to proceed with his obviously carefully planned routine.
He continued to kiss me passionately as his hand moved slowly up under the edge of the waistcoat. I began to have serious reservations about how well planned his moves were, the thick material obviously prevented his subtle finger movements underneath it being seen by the camera. Not that I was complaining, his gentle caresses as he worked his way up toward the underside of my breasts was definitely having an effect on me.
We broke the kiss, this time my lips remained open and my eyes closed, I could feel his fingers stroking the underside of my breast and the continued gentle touch was sending electrical impulses up and down my nerves. I couldn’t suppress the soft moan that seemed to almost gurgle at the back of my throat, nor the one that followed it as his hand pushed higher. He couldn’t quite reach my nipple as the waistcoat, even with only a single button done up, was too tight to allow him that much freedom of movement. My hand moved of its own volition and reached into my cleavage to release the button to solve his problem. Stan chuckled and immediately advanced his hand onto the uncontested territory.
The waistcoat hung open now, exposing the insides of my breasts to the camera lens, but I wasn’t going to worry about that, my entire attention was focussed on his hand as it manipulated my nipple. Unlike Owen, who tended to be quite forceful as he pulled, pinched and squeezed my breast and nipple, Stan was gentler, slower and far more sensual. After three or four minutes of this I was like jelly in his hands, fully eager for whatever came next. I could feel his hard cock pressing against the outside of my thigh as I sat there, and I could also feel my pussy was lubricating itself like crazy, without him touching me anywhere near it.
“Stand up a minute, Leah.”
Stan’s voice was hoarse too; I could tell he was as turned on as I was. I did as he said and reached to throw the waistcoat back from my shoulders to discard it but he shook his head so I left it in place, hanging more to the sides than in front of me. He quickly swung his legs past me and twisted to lie on his back on the couch and held out a hand for me. It was clear he wanted me to straddle him as his other hand eased the zip of his fly down to free his long and very hard erection. As I swung one knee up onto the edge of the couch and prepared to swing the other over his body it didn’t take a mastermind to know what he wanted to do, and I suspect the flush on my cheeks told him this was just as true of me as it was of him.
As I settled into position astride him, his hands rose to push the waistcoat to the sides and cupped my breasts, moving in circles with just enough pressure that my nipples were dragged in circles within the confines of his palms. I moaned again, revelling in the sensation as my own hands moved to perform the main task, to hitch my skirt higher up my thighs and then position him ready to enter me. I had to lift my pelvis so high to achieve anything like a reasonable position. Stan’s hands helped somewhat as they rose with me, still cupping my breasts, but now still as we both focussed elsewhere. My hand wrapped around his hot length and I gasped anew at the sheer size of him, shuddering at the thought of this monster filling my channel within minutes.
“Go on, Leah…Put it in.”
His end was touching my outer lips and I could feel them already starting to part to accommodate him as I slowly moved down on him a fraction of an inch at a time. It was every bit as good as it had been yesterday. His end pushed into me, bigger and bigger, stretching and separating the lips of my pussy like nothing had done before yesterday. By the time I’d lowered myself an inch my legs were trembling, he was so thick, I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. Another inch and I was frantically worried my legs were going to collapse and I’d engulf him in one sudden fall, tearing something.
I think Stan could see the fear in my eyes as his hands moved from my breasts to my armpits to take the weight.
“Thanks,” I gasped.
“You’re fine.”
His hips moved, slightly thrusting upwards a fraction, encouraging me to continue the movement which was as much pleasure for him as it was for me. I lowered myself another inch, gasping as the feel of it converted the apprehension into sheer lust. The feel of his very thick penis sliding into me was sheer heaven, the way my pussy lips continued to stretch around it, the way every part of it pressed against the lining of my slit was indescribable. Anticipation of the rest of his length added to the feelings that coursed through me.
“Go on, Leah! Let yourself go. Cum for me!”
His voice was thick with lust too, as it penetrated the fog of my own desire. His hands dropped down slightly, decreasing the support they were providing and encouraging me to drop even lower. Another inch and the feelings multiplied. I could feel my nipples swelling ever harder as they responded to the electrical pulses being fired through my nervous system from my pussy. He was only half way in but I was already approaching an orgasm.
“Come on, Leah! Cum…Cum for me.”
My breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, my legs quivering and trembling as I continued the slow deliberate pace as I impaled myself on his cock. Another inch and then another, and still there was more to come, I knew there was more and I wanted it, needed it, but my body wouldn’t wait for it.
The orgasm burst across me like a wave, several things happening at once as my mind tumbled out of control in the emotional surf. Without any conscious control the muscles in my vaginal walls began to pulse rhythmically and I think I heard Stan gasp at the sensation as I slid all the down his penis. It was partly deliberate and partly due to my legs feeling like jello again as the orgasmic crest broke over me. I think I screamed, I’m not sure, certainly I was making a lot of noise.
“Perfect, Leah! Keep cumming for me…That’s it! Cum for me!”
Finally the surging waves of emotion subsided and I caught my breath, realising I was fully impaled on his monster cock.
“God!”
Stan smiled up at me. “Did you enjoy that? It certainly looked like you did.”
I nodded. There was no way to deny it.
“Good, now I think you should try to get me there too.”
I smiled down at him, knowing what he meant, it wasn’t exactly rocket science and clearly he intended for me to do all the work. I partially lowered myself until my hands rested on his shoulders for support and then slowly lifted myself up off his cock a couple of inches. The feeling as the massive intrusion slid backward was indescribable, and I reversed the direction almost immediately, desperately wanting to feel that fullness once more. Stan grinned up at me and dropped his hands to my waist, his eyes fastening on my hanging breasts framed by the open waistcoat. His hands took over the guidance of my movements and all I had to do was follow his mute directions.
Each time he pulled at my waist to lift he raised me even higher, each time I thrust back down, he thrust up to meet me, increasing the penetration. I was moaning as his thick dick slid in my well lubricated channel, grunting each time I bottomed out again. The level of passion was rising again and I knew I wasn’t long off another orgasm, when I realised Stan was talking to me.
“Huh?”
“I said, did I tell you about my friend Chris?”
I shook my head.
“Chris likes to photograph me fucking a good looking woman. Chris doesn’t fuck them but Chris loves to photograph them.”
I was a little puzzled, not quite sure where this was going, some of the edge slipping from my arousal, dropping me further away from the building orgasm.
“I thought I�
�d invite Chris to join us today. What do you think? Would you like to have Chris here shooting you as I fuck you?”
Suddenly the scenario of the previous day burst into the front of my mind, when Owen had brought Stan around for the first time. I shook my head violently.
“I’m sure Chris would find the sight of you riding up and down on my cock, the way you are at the moment, absolutely breathtaking.”
I couldn’t prevent the visions of Owen and Stan double teaming me in this very room only twenty four hours earlier, passing in front of my mind. Involuntarily I shuddered and moaned out loud. Stan grinned up at me.
“I thought the idea would excite you, Leah. I was right. While you were getting changed I rang Chris and then I opened the back patio door so that Chris could sneak round the side and into the house. Chris is watching us now from your dining room. What do you think about that?”
The memory of Leo watching Owen the very first time from that very same spot came flooding back to me. I couldn’t stop fucking Stan while he was talking though, and the next time his hands pushed me back they did so with more force and he thrust upwards harder too. I grunted and then moaned out loud as I felt him twitch inside of me. I didn’t think Stan was far from cumming and I wasn’t far away either. I couldn’t object to the presence of another man at this point and I couldn’t turn to look at him either.
“Chris would like to say hello. Are you ready to let Chris get some close-ups?”
I hated myself for a split second, but I couldn’t actually summon the presence of mind to actually object. My entire being was focussed on my pussy and the enormous cock filling it.
“Well?”
I knew he wanted an answer. I bit my lip and nodded.
“Good. Come and say hello to Leah, Chris.”
“Hello, Leah!”
The rich and husky voice sounded from just behind me. The realisation that the voice was in fact a woman sank in just as the gorgeous brunette moved into my field of vision, standing behind the couch.
“Leah, meet Chris, short for Christina. Chris, meet Leah, although Leah is rather occupied at the moment.”
Chris chuckled as I continued to gape at her in astonishment.
“She’s not just occupied, she’s full I think, aren’t you, dear? Full of Stan’s nice big cock.”
The brunette leaned in and planted a warm kiss on my mouth just as Stan thrust upward into me and I screamed into the open mouth clamped to mine as I came again.
Part III
I guess I was in shock. Certainly that’s what I told Leo later, still shocked at the appearance of another woman, a very beautiful woman while I was fucking someone she knew, still in the throes of an orgasm on Stan’s cock. Whatever it was, I was a sucker for her next move. Without breaking the kiss she brought me back to a more upright position, Stan still embedded in me, and clearly he hadn’t cum yet. My hands left Stan’s shoulders leaving them hanging in pretty much mid-air. She moved deftly and within a couple of seconds my waistcoat had been stripped back off my shoulders and down my arms before being thrown to the floor next to the couch.
She broke the kiss, smiled at me and bent down, taking my left nipple between her hot soft lips, and still I didn’t do anything to stop the assault on my body. Stan’s hands on my waist began to move again, starting the process of lifting and lowering my pussy on his cock once more.
I wasn’t in control, they were, and they were manipulating me to their own ends, for their own pleasure. I was more than just enjoying it, as Stan began pumping me up and down harder and faster, each downward thrust being met by the equivalent upward thrust of his hips. Chris’ head bobbed up and down in perfect time, her soft feminine lips locked around my nipple which was being tortured alternately by her teeth and her lashing tongue. Stan had held out far longer than he had on any of the three previous occasions and his grunts were clearly audible as his breathing quickened. I could feel the constantly changing pressure of Chris’ mouth against my breast as she moaned and in no time I was adding my own sounds to the antiphonal chorus echoing around the room.
“I’m going to cum!”
My words cut through the air like a knife as Chris’ teeth fastened onto my nipple and Stan’s cock thrust upwards even harder and his first jet of spunk coated the upper reaches of my vagina. I screamed out my own orgasm as I joined him and, finally, after Chris had released my tortured breast, fell forward onto Stan’s chest, totally drained, as was he.
We both lay there for a minute until I finally became conscious of my aching knees and realised my legs were locked in an outrageously uncomfortable position and I was going to need help getting myself out of it.
“Ur…Um…A little help here, please. I can’t get off.”
Chris laughed loudly and moved around the couch to the lower side.
“See, Stan, I told you you’d fuck her till she couldn’t stand.”
Stan’s cock was softening inside me but it was still huge, further locking me into place as I struggled back into a sitting position. There was a lot of giggling, from myself as well, as Chris slowly helped me extricate him from inside of me, and swing my legs over so I could stand on the floor once more. Somehow in the process, and without me really noticing, my skirt ended up on the floor too.
“I think some refreshments are in order, don’t you? How about some fresh coffee, Leah?”
“Um…sure…but I need a quick shower first.”
The two of them shared a look and then Chris disappeared into the dining room to retrieve a holdall. I assumed it contained her camera but instead she pulled out a pair of small, but rather full, white cotton panties and tossed them over to me.
“Put those on, honey. I fully intend to lick that delectable pussy of yours today, and I much prefer the taste of a well fucked one than a well washed one. Don’t you?”
My mouth dropped open, as for the first time I began to realise the full implications of Chris being here and Stan’s earlier statement about her not fucking the models. She didn’t fuck the models, but she did play with them, all the way.
For the first time, I realised she was wearing a white blouse and a red chequered mini-kilt, a definite parody of a school girl outfit. It only took a moment to realise the rest of a matching outfit was almost certainly in the bag for me. I turned to Stan for support but his grin told me there was none forthcoming.
“Honey, Owen liked his models clean between takes. I prefer mine still all hot and sweaty, and like my partner says, she prefers a well-filled cunt to an empty clean one. Put them on.”
Shrugging, I did as I was told and then a thought struck me.
“Partner?”
She chuckled and came up close to me.
“Yeah, that’s right. We live together, and you just had sex with a real couple.”
Yet again my mouth dropped open as I tried to process the information, and closed it again in a hurry as Stan gave me a playful swat on the thin cotton covering of my ass.
“Coffee!”
The panties were a snug fit and I could feel the combined juices leaking into the gusset as I moved around the kitchen doing as I was told. Our kitchen wasn’t overlooked, which, given the panties were my only clothing, I was quite pleased about. The kitchen windows were the only one without the privacy film covering the windows. Stan leaned nonchalantly against the door jamb watching me as I put the machine on and readied three mugs. Chris was nowhere to be seen.
“Milk? Creamer? Sugar?”
“Milk’s fine and neither of us take sugar, nor should you.”
I ignored the potential barb in his comment. “I don’t.”
“Good.”
“So what are your plans for the next shoot?”
He chuckled. “Are you sure you don’t want me to surprise you?”
“Quite sure, thank you. One such surprise is enough for the day.”
“Well, you see how Chris is dressed?”
I nodded.
“She has a matching outfit for you.”<
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“I thought you said you weren’t as kinky as Owen was.”
He grinned at me, true humour there. It reached his eyes which sparkled.
“I’m not…but Chris is!”
I couldn’t suppress the shiver, and, given I was facing him, I watched his eyes move to my breasts which shook from side to side.
“Are you going to help carry these?”
I indicated the mugs.
“Of course. I am a gentleman after all.”
“Hmm…”
He chuckled as he picked up two of the mugs from the breakfast bar and stood to one side to allow me to precede him into the main lounge. Chris smiled at me as I walked into my own lounge and motioned for me to sit next to her on the couch. I couldn’t help noticing her short kilt had ridden up her legs showing a large amount of thigh. Nor could I do anything but notice the matching kilt and blouse lying over the back of the couch. I raised an eyebrow and nodded at the clothing.
“Up to you, honey. You can get dressed first or drink your coffee, I don’t mind.”
I could feel the way the panties were extremely damp between my legs now, filling with the juices from Stan’s as well as my own three orgasms, so rather than embarrass myself I put the mug down and reached for the kilt. The overlapping fastening was the two button type, that is two buttons on the inside fastening, and two further round on the outside. I took a covert peek at Chris to see she had her outer buttons fastened on her left hip so quickly adjusted mine to match. The blouse had six buttons, so that only took seconds too. Again I checked, Chris wasn’t wearing hers tucked into the skirt so I made no attempt to either.
