by Bridy McAvoy
She didn’t stop once the zip was all the way down, pulling at his trousers till they slipped past his balls, them moving her hands back up to the waistband of his boxers and pulling that away from his body before drawing it down. Little by little his prick slid into view, rock hard from the constant visual stimulation of her countless displays and myriad orgasms during the day so far. She felt Phil shift and knew he was freeing his own, knowing she was going to suck Brad’s cock into her mouth while Phil pushed his into her tight pussy.
Chapter 13
Kayla finished revealing Brad’s cock and he used his own hands to push his trousers and shorts down off his hips as both of his hands caressed its hot length. She could feel the heat from it as it throbbed. Her fingers reached his end and, for a second played with the tiny opening, to be rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum oozing onto her fingers which she spread over the smooth skin.
“What do you want, Kayla?”
She lifted her head slightly to look at Phil, crouched between her legs, his cock in his fist, pointing unerringly at her slit. She knew what she wanted, knew the consequences of her answer, but she was beyond her point of no return, beyond the point where caution played any part.
“Fuck…oh…Fuck me!…Please!”
He leaned closer and she dropped her head back, poking up at the cock above her face, tilting her head back and opening her mouth in an invitation she knew Brad wouldn’t miss. He crouched toward her and she used her hands to guide him toward her open mouth, even as Phil touched her labia with the end of his cock. In the background she heard the door slide open and knew the other guys were coming back into the room. Both of them had brought her to orgasm with their fingers—now they were going to watch the other two middle-aged students score a home run. Her legs rose from the bed as her pelvis rotated to provide Phil with a better angle of entry as he sank into her lubricated channel.
She groaned around the cock in her mouth knowing the sound would turn the men on even more…all five of them she guessed, assuming there was no reason for Chris to stay outside, even if he was her husband’s friend. She tried to blot out thoughts of Ben as Phil pushed himself, balls deep, inside her. She felt his balls slap her ass below her pussy as his hands grabbed her legs and pushed them higher. Despite her head being angled back she couldn’t take much of Brad’s cock into her mouth, the angle was wrong but she bathed it with her tongue, touching every part of the small section she could get inside her. Her fist surrounded the base of it and she started pumping slowly, squeezing more as she got closer to her mouth, then releasing as she drew her hand back.
His balls were almost touching her face and she watched them as he thrust at her.
“Can’t you get enough depth there, Brad my boy?”
“Nope.”
“Wanna roll her back over.”
“Good idea.”
They weren’t asking her now, just doing what they wanted. She felt Phil pull out of her suddenly empty pussy as Brad withdrew from her mouth and pulled away from the hand that tried to hold him there.
“She’s eager, all right.”
“Yeah.”
The two new voices were Steve and Andy and she looked around to see them standing just behind the tripod mounted camera. Chris was just off to their left, watching in silence. Phil pulled her legs together while Brad captured her hands and the two men rolled her back over onto her stomach. The older man immediately spread her legs apart and moved back into the space between them. She felt his hand touch her back, then worm its way around and under her belly and pull upward. The signal was unmistakeable and she drew her knees up toward her, canting her ass into the air then lifted herself onto all fours, her legs still splayed out. Phil pushed back into her, his prick filling the void in her it had left a few moments earlier. She groaned again and pumped her ass back at him without taking her eyes off the cock in front of her as Brad moved back toward her, too.
This time she couldn’t use her hands—just opened her mouth and let him guide his dick into it. He plunged in, the cock sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her mouth. She gagged and he pulled out, plunging in again as she adjusted the tilt of her neck to try and accommodate him. Phil had plunged all the way into her but held still until Brad was where he wanted to be. She assumed he signaled Brad somewhere above her head as Brad withdrew slightly and then pushed in. As Brad pushed his cock further into her mouth, this time reaching the back of her throat, Phil pulled out. Then, as Phil pushed in, Brad pulled back, allowing her to gag around the mouth-filling rigid rod and the two men established a rhythm.
She felt like a ragdoll being pulled and pushed around between them, but the feeling was incredible. She didn’t think Phil was bigger than her husband but he filled her, and Brad was definitely bigger. She couldn’t control any part of the motion as the two men fucked two of her openings. She tried to control her breathing to match the rhythm of the two men but that became more and more difficult as the two men sped up.
Both had been over-stimulated by everything that had happened before, and neither could last long. Kayla couldn’t, either, and she screamed round Brad’s cock as Phil’s movements become erratic and she felt the head of his cock expand inside of her. One final thrust sent his balls slapping against her legs and she felt the first jet of his cum paint the inside of her vagina. Her own body stiffened and her muscles trembled with the effort of keeping upright on all fours as he sagged against her. As the orgasm passed she became aware Brad hadn’t finished, his movements becoming more erratic, too, the end of his cock seeming to swell and he pulled part-way out. Her tongue frantically licked at the end and was rewarded when his first string of cum blasted past it to hit the back of her mouth, some going straight down her throat. She gurgled as she came again, seconds after the previous orgasm, and coughed and choked on the load he’d left in her mouth as he withdrew.
“Wow!”
Brad’s comment was the first thing she’d heard for a while but she wasn’t given any time to herself. She felt Phil pull his softened cock out of her and again felt empty. He moved off the bed, then the bed moved again and she realized one of the others had climbed on to take his place, and his turn on her pussy. Brad also moved away and she recognized Andy stepping up to her face, his cock already hanging out of his trousers. She felt Steve behind her push up between her legs and, a moment later, the head of his cock brushed against her swollen parted labia.
The two men repeated the same process as Phil and Brad had done, Steve pushing into her pussy while Andy pulled out of her mouth, then Andy pushing in, filling her mouth with his cock, as Steve withdrew. Chris moved close and started fondling her breast, twisting and pulling on her nipple as her breast swung freely under her buffeted body. The two men worked differently after a while, as if they couldn’t keep in step, with both of them thrusting into her at the same time, and then pulling away. It was more uncomfortable for her, but Kayla was past caring as climax after climax ripped through her body. After three she lost count and allowed herself to be used by the two men. Andy came first, then moved away for Chris to take his place at her head. She came once more as Steve thrust into her, pulling out after depositing his load and, a few seconds later, Chris filled her mouth and she swallowed hurriedly to prevent it from spilling out of her mouth onto the bedspread below her.
As Chris pulled out of her mouth she allowed herself to fall back to the bed, her arms and legs spread lewdly as she gasped for breath. Chris—at least she thought it was Chris, touched her head and gently indicated for her to roll over. She did so, aware of the streak of cum dangling from her mouth across her chin. The guys had picked up their cameras again and captured every moment for posterity including their cum leaking out onto her thighs and chin. She weakly tried to wave them away but dropped her hand back to the bed as they ignored her.
“What now? Where next?”
Steve’s question hit a nerve in her brain somewhere, and she realized they hadn’t finished with her yet. She sh
ook her head as, above her, the conversation raged, although Chris stayed silent.
“You think she can take us all again?”
“You bet—look at her, her cunt’s still pulsing. If one of us could, she’d take us on right now.”
Steve was usually the only one who used that language around her, but this time it was Brad who defined her body in crude terms, and he continued.
“I haven’t had her pussy yet and I want some of that sweet fucking.”
She shook her head again but they continued to ignore her.
“Me, too. I’ve only had her mouth. She can suck cock, but that pussy looks special.”
“I want some of that mouth action as well, and—fair’s fair boys…I was the one who got her going.”
The conversation about using her again went on and on and Kayla tuned it out as she tried to come to terms with the gang-bang she’d just experienced—both beyond her wildest fantasies and way past any nightmare she’d ever dreamed of.
She sobbed and the men fell silent as Chris stepped up close to her head. She looked up to see his fly was fastened, his used cock tucked away.
“Sorry, boys. But…while you’ve been planning I’ve been watching our model, and you haven’t. She’s been saying no, although she hasn’t been able to speak for some time, and you’ve ignored her. If you tried to do it again, it would be rape. Understood?”
The silence felt oppressive as Chris’s words sank into their lust-addled brains. She could sense her face was now the focus of their rapt attention rather than her pussy which they’d all been staring at earlier.
“Kayla, have you had enough, sweetie?”
She nodded and managed to croak out a response past her sore throat muscles.
“No more.”
The four men chorused some form of apology and she watched as Chris gathered them up with his eyes and the four chagrined men moved to pick up the rest of their equipment and trooped out the door. Once the last one had stepped outside, Chris slid the door closed, turned the lock and then hit the opaque button to stop them seeing in.
“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t know that would happen.”
She gave him a reproachful look.
“Well…I kinda hoped it might. I always wanted to watch you enjoy yourself—I mean, really enjoy yourself, and you did.”
She sobbed and tried to speak again but the tears came instead. Chris moved to sit beside her, gathering her into his arms and holding her as she wailed and cried. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her. She knew he was trying to soothe her but it wasn’t working. He’d set her up for this and, at that moment, she hated him.
Kayla pushed his arms away, sat up, then levered herself to her unsteady feet.
“I want a shower and then you’re taking me home.”
Chris nodded and she knew he watched her as she padded to the bedroom door and opened it before heading for the room she was using as a dressing room. The en-suite had a lock on the door and she flicked it across as she went in, then turned the rainfall shower on and stepped under it, holding onto the rail for support as her legs threatened to give way.
Chapter 14
When she pulled the thick toweling role on and stepped back into the dressing room it was a lot tidier. Her yellow dress was laid on the bed together with her shortest heels, and a set of underwear that was far more modest than any they’d had her wear during the day, even if it wasn’t hers. Her bag was sitting by the door, her shoes packed inside. The clothes rails and everything provided by Chris had gone and she guessed the five men had been busy, policing up all the clothing and their equipment.
Kayla dried herself and dressed, brushed her hair and put the brush in the bag with her shoes. She couldn’t put any makeup on, the makeup kit had disappeared, too, and she guessed that was back in the van.
The one thing she dreaded was facing the five men again—Chris, in one sense, more than the others, but the thought of facing all of them gave her a sick feeling in her stomach. As did facing her husband afterward—the thought of confessing to being unfaithful like this was terrifying increasing her tension, making her feel sick.
Despite her misgivings about facing them, she knew she had to in order to get home. Kayla knew she’d have to listen to mumbled apologies and even shake hands with them, and she dreaded the moment.
After a few more seconds looking at her reflection in the mirror, studying herself for any traces of what had happened—and seeing plenty in her eyes, if no physical evidence—she squared her shoulders, opened the door and walked toward the main entrance of the house.
Chris was sitting on a chair just inside the door waiting for her; there was no sign of the others.
He saw her looking around, and gave her a short smile. “They’ve gone. I thought it might be best if they took everything back to the studio in the van. Brad has a key so he’ll drop everything off there. It’s probably better for you if you don’t see them again tonight.”
She listened to him but it took a little while to sink in, then she nodded.
“Kayla, I’m sorry…”
She turned to face him. “Chris, just take me home. Fucking take me home!”
She watched as he bit his lip, then nodded and started the engine. She turned her attention back to the front of the car and stared out the windshield.
* * * *
The house was dark when Chris pulled up. Kayla gave him a worried, noticing he seemed equally puzzled.
“He said he was going to wait up for me.”
“That’s odd. Let me come with you to check. Okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded and they both climbed out of the car and walked up the drive.
The front door was locked, and when she opened it, she had to cancel the alarm. Switching the hall light on, she glanced round the empty house then walked through to the kitchen, turning lights on as she went. Nothing seemed to have been disturbed. As soon as she switched the kitchen lights on her eyes were drawn to the piece of paper leaning up against the coffee machine. A sense of relief washed over her as she read his brief note, followed almost immediately by a sense of crushing disappointment.
Sorry sweetie,
Been called in to the plant, big emergency and they need all hands on deck to fix it. May well be out all night, I’ll text you when I’m on my way home but that’ll be the morning.
Love,
Ben
She handed the note to Chris. Tears blurred her eyes as she walked over to the fridge.
“You going to be okay on your own, Kayla? You can spend the night at ours if you like. Give you a chance to talk to my wife.”
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for coming in, and I’m okay now I know where he is. Go on, scoot, before the frog decides to make an appearance without his daddy.”
Chris chuckled. “If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure, scoot. I’ll talk to my husband in the morning. Now go, it’s late.”
“Give me a ring tomorrow, okay?”
She sighed then nodded, reached into the fridge for a beer and nodded toward the door.
“Yes, boss, go!”
Other Titles by Bridy McAvoy:
Tuesday Nights
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For over a year the men have played cards in one room while the women occupied another with several bottles of wine. When one couple moves away, leaving only three guys for poker, Bill asks Jessica to persuade the other wives to play, unaware that she has worked in casinos before she met and married him. Inviting a card shark to the table wasn't a good idea, but asking her to bring her friends with her was an even poorer one. Asking the three wives to wager more than just money wasn't a good idea either – it was a great one!
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Back To Work
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With the twins to raise, money is tight for Jen and Chris, and they have to face up to the prospect of losing their home. H
e can’t work more overtime and she can’t find a normal job that covers child care costs. In desperation, Jen suggests she returns to the job she had when they met. Chris isn't keen on letting his wife go back to the club, where as Starz--her stage name derived from the tattoo on her stomach--he’d been mesmerized and fallen for the lovely dancer. The idea of her stripping again isn't something he finds easy to deal with, and the thought of her working for Tom, the sleazy club owner, is even worse. But Jen has made her mind up. Starz is going to make a comeback to save their home, hopefully without risking their marriage.
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Derby Dates
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Sian Ash had just turned 20 when her world was turned upside down. The minibus carrying her roller derby team home from an away match lost a tire, and overturned down an embankment. Four families lost their wives and mothers that day - five young children cast adrift, four fathers seared by a pain Sian recognized and felt with them. The heroine of the crash, she started providing a substitute parent service for the four families. Hailed as the town angel by everyone, only four others knew the real truth. It had started when one of the widowers had called her by his dead wife's name. The emotional angst that required a hug had led to something else - something more. Now Sian was proving in secret that she was no angel, no angel at all, and her four employers were loving every minute of it.
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PA To The CEO
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Charlotte knew there were two ways to get to the top of the corporate ladder. She could work hard and hope she got noticed, or she could play hard and make sure she got noticed. The only problem for Charlie was a very simple one, the men she saw as her rungs on the way to the top, weren't the straight-forward vanilla sharp-suited businessmen she thought they were. Getting their attention was easy, keeping it simple enough, but was the price too high for the secretary who had just acquired a bottom name - Charlie? More importantly, could her bottom stand it?
