‘Oh, fuck me!’ she said. ‘Fuck me, Leo.’
I smiled, as did the others when we heard that name expelled so hungrily from her slack lips. It was obvious what she had been thinking, as she kneeled with her eyes closed and her tight bottom sticking up behind her. She was Elizabeth, in her mind, being fucked by the brutal man that Leo had been.
Roland took his revenge for this slight by obliging her as Leo would have done. He withdrew his cock completely from her, then pushed it crudely into the pink, defenceless bud of her anus. He fucked her little bottom like an animal, grunting and spitting, as he drove himself in and out of her. She had no breath for words, but made only low, sobs of pleasure at each deep, probing thrust into the tightness of her arse.
‘Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Unh! . . .’ she panted, screwing up her eyes, straining her bottom backwards, and with her hands scrabbling like a bird’s talons at the wooden floor. With her neck stretched out, as graceful as a swan, and her wide, golden thighs spread out and tensed, she looked as beautiful as a Greek statue, carved out of sandstone.
Beads of sweat flicked from Roland’s forehead as he flashed his muscular hips back and forth behind her. The pressure of holding himself back was showing in the grimness of his visage as he stared intently at the point of his insertion into her sucking arse.
‘I can’t hold myself,’ he whispered desperately, as he slowed the working of his buttocks. It was too late. With a groan, he loosed himself into her, and threw his head back as the wet strings of semen spurted into her bottom’s slippery tube.
She had not come, and her groan of disappointment brought a murmur of sympathy from those who watched. Roland’s legs could not support him, and he had to pull the still spunking head of his cock from her open arse as he sat heavily backwards. I stared at the dark opening in her bottom as it gaped back at me, and saw it mouthing closed. Then Webb strode forwards, squeezing his full erection and muttering.
‘Two hot arses, I will have, by God,’ he roared. ‘Two of them!’
Without preamble, he seated the bulbous head of his penis against her reddened arsehole and pushed himself smoothly into her. His cock was thicker than Roland’s, though slightly shorter, but thick was what was required, and Anne could not contain herself as the thick tool reopened her tender arse.
‘Oh, fuck. It’s so big,’ she squealed, and wiggled herself back on to it.
We were treated then to the sight of Anne receiving the slowest, most thorough arse-fucking we had ever seen. How he buggered her. He could take his time, as he had already spent himself once in a girl’s tight bottom, and it took him some time before he felt the urgency that had affected him then. In the time between, he completely pillaged Anne’s backside, until she was hoarse from groaning. Once she had made up her mind to allow it, she took to bottom-fucking like she had never done anything else. Her arsehole glowed, so roughly did he slide his cock in and out, but she never once asked him to stop; she goaded him on to even cruder efforts. When he came, she howled, and he took his cock out to let us see the milky globs of semen fall on the reddened, crinkling passage he had opened.
She still had not come, and it was left to Elizabeth to finish her, as we watched, amazed at the amount of fucking Anne’s pretty little bottom-hole could endure. Kneeling behind Anne, Elizabeth settled herself comfortably, then spread the glossy, sweat-sheened cheeks before her with one hand. The other she busied at Anne’s open anus, pushing two long fingers in while we gathered closer round her. It was easy for her to add another finger to the ones that spread the springy opening wide, for the semen and lubricant that both men had spilled in her cleft had made Anne’s arsehole slicker than moss-covered stone. Elizabeth added a thumb, to make a beak of her fingers, and forced it hard against the slippery, resilient ring. I heard the squealing of Anne spiralling up to the ceiling, then watched the shuddering of her sweat-sheened limbs as she came. Elizabeth released the springy cheek she had been holding to the side, and cupped Anne’s frothy cunt in her palm. I saw her hand slip nearly into the flexing bottom of my friend, and turned to Vivian, who trembled uncontrollably beside me.
‘I want you to do that to me,’ I said, as I kneeled before her, and turned to put my arse up in the air. All around, the others were pairing up, or joining couples who were already so engaged.
She put her hands up under the flapping pleats of my skirt and took the cool cheeks of my bottom on her palms.
‘I’m going to really fuck you, Jessica,’ she whispered breathlessly into my ear. ‘Beautiful, adorable, Jessica.’
The sounds of my friends fucking filled the high-walled room, as I turned my head to look deep into her adoring eyes and smiled triumphantly. Everything I wanted had come to pass.
I rolled the liquid cheeks of my bottom on her warm hands, and spoke softly, so quietly that she had to strain to hear me. ‘I always knew that I would have you in the end.’
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