Six More

by James Crow

  Suki shuffled forward, hands on Gaynor’s thighs, and pushed her face into her cunt, licking with a passion that warmed my filthy heart. The clink of Gaynor’s piercings along with her moans brought a smile to my face.

  ‘Oh, good lord,’ Gaynor said, eyes closed, head lolling back.

  ‘Stop,’ I said and Suki fell back.

  I grabbed at her bunches once again and dragged her past Emma to Lindsay, positioned her face close to Lindsay’s thick cock. ‘No touching,’ I said and moved to Lindsay’s side.

  ‘You have nice tits,’ I told her, cupping her left tit in my hand.

  ‘Thank you, sir,’ she said on a swallow as I squeezed it gently, thumbing her pointed nipple to hardness. ‘My girl, Suki, has tiny hands,’ I said, reaching for her other tit and squeezing it hard.

  The hitch of her breath was divine. I pushed my thumb into her open mouth and she sucked it.

  ‘I’d like to capture that on film,’ I told her, ‘Suki’s little fist up your ass. Would you like that, slut?’

  She nodded, still sucking on my thumb. I heard Suki’s little gasp then, and looked down to see Lindsay’s cock rising to attention.

  I pulled my thumb from the slut’s mouth. ‘You may eat,’ I said to Suki.

  Hands on Lindsay’s thighs, Suki took the bulbous end into her mouth. I couldn’t resist having a suck myself, on the girl’s tit. ‘Oh, God,’ she said as I took her tit in my mouth and bit down.

  ‘Enough,’ I said, pulling away.

  I dragged Suki to her feet, handed back the camera, and I went to my waiting wife.

  ‘Hot?’ I asked.

  ‘Fucking melting,’ she said with lust in her eyes.

  I moved in close, took her face in my hands as my hard cock slid between her sweaty thighs, and I kissed her, tongues searching as she moved her hips, sliding her pussy lips up and down my hardness.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said as I pulled away.

  I grabbed up the flogger and stood back to inspect the sweaty trio. Gaynor’s pussy was leaking so bad it was actually dripping. Lindsay’s cock was curved upwards, her balls tight. And my wife… she was salivating for it. But not yet, I wanted to make them sweat a whole lot more.

  Gaynor was the first to get it, a deft flick of the wrist and the flogger’s tresses snapped at her stomach. An upward stroke caught her pussy, and a downward swipe across her tits had her rocking on her feet. I moved straight to Lindsay, three swipes across her tits before catching her cock full on, making her shriek as the tresses wrapped around her hardness. I gave it a tug to free it up, making her stumble forward.

  ‘All turn,’ I said and the trio did as instructed, my wife’s foxy tail looking so delicious. I hit her across the ass, first from the left and then from the right, sending her to her toes. Gaynor next, an ass with a bit of flab; an ass that had the faintest telltale scars – cane marks. I delivered Gaynor’s blows with as much force as I could muster, smiling to myself as she cried out with each connection.

  Lindsay had the cutest ass, so pert, so white, so demanding to be marked. And mark her I did. Vicious swipes in every direction until she was dancing in the sand.

  And then, my wife. I stepped up to her quietly, making her flinch when my mouth touched to her neck. ‘I love hurting you,’ I said, gripping the fox tail and yanking it away from her.

  I threw the plug to one side before delivering the first stroke upwards between her legs, and then I took it out on her beautiful ass, twenty hard lashes until she was striped red.

  I stood back to inspect my work. ‘Beautiful,’ I said, ‘all turn.’

  The sweating trio turned to face me, all of them flushed so nicely. I noticed Lindsay’s cock was dripping. I took my wife’s hand, placed it on Lindsay’s cock. ‘Get her emptied, or she won’t be much of a fuck,’ I said.

  As Emma started jerking the girl, I told Gaynor to get down on her back, to show me her cunt.

  ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, her voice all shaky.

  She got down onto her back, opened her legs, fed her fingers through the silver rings and stretched her pussy wide. I could smell her anticipation as I stepped up with my dick in my hand. Her eyes were piercing, her breaths heavy as I dropped to my knees.

  ‘Wider,’ I said, planting my hands in the sand next to her ass.

  She pulled on those silver rings and her cunt lips were stretched to the max. I could see inside her, an inviting pink tunnel. And her clit was swollen, free of its hood.

  ‘Lick me,’ she said, ‘please, sir.’

  I cocked an eyebrow at her.

  ‘Sorry,’ she said, realising her mistake.

  ‘Lick her,’ Emma said.

  I glanced at my wife who was jerking Lindsay’s cock at some speed. Such insolence. But what the hell, it was her treat. I leaned in and ran my tongue around those stretched lips. Gaynor shivered and moaned when I flicked at her clit. And then, I couldn’t resist pushing my face into her, fucking her with my nose, my chin, my short beard catching her in all the right places. I could feel her creaming up, getting slicker as she moved against me. I pushed my tongue deep and waggled it inside her, causing her to mutter sweet little curses.

  ‘Ohhhhhhh boy…’ It was Lindsay, one hand on Emma’s shoulder, her left leg trembling as her orgasm started to give.

  I pulled Gaynor’s fingers from her pussy rings, allowing her pussy to shrink back into place, her lips so plump and primed, and just as Lindsay grunted and cum started pumping from her cock, I hitched Gaynor’s knees up and sunk my dick into her, started fucking her nice and slow, a sloppy wet fuck as she moaned for me.

  ‘Hard,’ she said on a whisper, ‘please do me hard, sir.’

  ‘My pleasure,’ I said.

  Her head went back and her glasses dropped from her face as I slammed into her, piercings jangling with every solid thrust. She cried out each time as my body contacted hers. I was relentless, knowing how much pain each thrust was delivering through those silver rings. It made me all the harder, all the more eager to give it to her good. So good until she was coming, leaking great squirts around my cock. I thumped into her over and over until she gave one last prolonged shuddering cry as I filled her with my cum.

  She laid there panting for breath. My wife had dropped to her knees, sweat running down her face, and so had Lindsay, hands on knees, her cock softening. Only Suki remained standing, getting everything on film.

  ‘Well done… girls,’ I said, ‘let’s take a break before the finale.’

  Emma

  I knew that I’d never forget this day, never mind this holiday. It was crazy – all of it. And I fucking loved my man for it.

  We took a break, cooling off in the sea. The water was surprisingly cold and just what we all needed. My ass was sore. My arm was sore where I’d jerked Lindsay’s cock so fast. My nips were smarting after having taken off the clamps. And my asshole was still gaping from the plug. It was glorious, all of it. We all swam together and splashed each other and laughed and soaked it all up.

  Jonathon grabbed me when we were up to our necks in water. My legs floated up around him and his cock slid home, a nice gentle fucking as the water lapped at us, and we kissed as he fucked me while the others swam and splashed around us.

  ‘You ready for some lady-boy loving?’ he asked as we walked back onto the hot sand.

  ‘As I’ll ever be,’ I said.

  Jonathon

  I needed to think like a great film director for this one, wanted to make it really special viewing for later.

  First was Emma – I had her lie back on the sand.

  Next was Lindsay – kneeling between Emma’s open legs.

  Then Suki, kneeling behind Lindsay – I pulled the tube of lube from my rucksack and handed it to her, making a fist and giving her a wink. That brought a smile to her sunburnt face.

  And last, kneeling behind Suki, was Gaynor. I cleaned the foxtail plug in the sea before popping it into Gaynor’s eager asshole.

  I positioned the video camera on a
rock, ensuring everyone was in shot, leaving enough space for me to get behind Gaynor.

  ‘Looking good,’ I said. We were ready to roll.

  Emma

  ‘Action!’ Jonathon said.

  Lindsay’s fingers went straight to my pussy. I reached for her tits and tugged on her nipples, watching in amazement as her cock grew hard. It wasn’t as long as Jonathon’s but it had thickness and that Prince Albert piercing looked like it would have me burning up inside. My pussy was wetting up nicely as I pulled her into me, right into me.

  ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ she said, jerking awkwardly as Suki worked on her asshole.

  ‘Just fuck me,’ I said, lying back in the sand, my legs wrapped around her.

  I felt that piercing inside me as she ploughed her cock back and forth. Felt it burning me, stoking me to me orgasm, and boy it felt so good. So good as Lindsay suddenly lurched and Suki hissed and I knew that her fist had hit home.

  I was moaning, pulling on Lindsay’s tits as she fucked me, as Suki fisted her, and Suki was moaning as Gaynor feasted on her pussy from behind.

  ‘Keep it going,’ Jonathon said as he walked around us, eventually disappearing from my sight. I soon heard the jangle of those pussy rings and the rhythm picked up.

  There was a loud grunt from Gaynor. I guessed Jonathon had buried his dick. A trembling moan from Suki, and a fierce spitting hiss from Lindsay as our chain rocked back and forth. It felt amazing, all of it, and incredible to be sucking on Lindsay’s tits as she fucked me with her cock.

  Incredible as we all rocked together. Lindsay was the first to come – not surprising with a fist up your ass and a pussy wrapped around your dick. And I think I was next, my pussy melting around her thrusts, her cum spilling out from me. Suki and Gaynor came as one, Suki’s shriek and Gaynor’s groans like beautiful music, and finally, my grunting husband, shunting us all as he came.

  Jonathon

  I hadn’t been able to resist yanking that plug from Gaynor’s ass and filling her gaping hole, and there was something especially horny about my balls slapping off all those piercings. I had a good view of Suki’s ass as Gaynor ate her out, and a partial view of Lindsay’s ass with Suki’s fist buried deep. And my wife, I couldn’t see her but I could hear her moans and gasps as I fucked the line good and hard. What a delicious experience.

  We cooled off in the sea afterwards, just sitting there on the wet sand as the waves lapped at us. Emma cuddled into me.

  ‘I know I’ve said it before,’ she said, ‘but this really has been the best birthday ever. Thank you, husband.’

  I pulled her close and kissed her brow. If only she knew what was to come.

  ‘You’re welcome,’ I said.

  Jonathon

  Caran insisted on keeping me in the dark on this one. ‘It’s a special treat you can both enjoy,’ she’d said. ‘And dress for the pool because you’re sure to get wet,’ she’d added.

  Our special treat would take place in the evening, so Emma came up with the idea for a crazy fuck involving one of the motorbikes to pass the time in the afternoon.

  ‘You want me to fuck you at speed?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said with a beaming smile.

  We went to the garage to weigh up our options. Six trail bikes of various makes and three Kawasaki road bikes to choose from. Suki couldn’t ride, and trying to film us while following in the jeep just didn’t seem practical, so, if we were going to do this, we’d be on our own.

  ‘Good,’ Emma said, ‘it’ll make a nice change, our own private, crazy little fuck.’

  ‘One of the road bikes would be easiest,’ I said, ‘because you could lean right over the tank. But, if we encountered any trouble…’

  ‘Trouble?’

  ‘Yeah, like if any cops came by. A trail bike would enable us to go off road, whereas we’d be screwed on a road bike.’

  ‘That’s the idea,’ she said, laughing, ‘But I do like the idea of leaning over the tank, that bright green one.’

  The Kawasaki Ninja was a beautiful beast, but trying it for size proved impossible. There simply wasn’t the room for both of us to fit. And the trail bikes were the same. I was too big and so was Emma. I doubted even Suki would manage it.

  ‘No good for fucking on, ay?’ Caran had stepped into the garage. ‘I was watching you trying them for size,’ she said.

  ‘Sadly not,’ I said.

  ‘Well, if you really want to fuck on a bike, I might be able to help,’ Caran said.

  I thought for one horrible moment that she was going to mention the dildo bikes. The key to that room was hidden in the bedside drawer in our room – I was saving those bikes for last, and Caran knew that.

  But she didn’t mention the dildo bikes at all. She took her phone from her pocket, dialled a number and walked away with it pressed to her ear. She returned a minute later.

  ‘Chrissy says you can borrow his bike. He’ll be around in two ticks.’

  We stepped out of the garage to await Chris. I wondered what to expect – some strange steampunk contraption came to mind.

  A minute later and we heard the engine as the big gates to the fortress swung open. And there was Chris, smiling proudly on a huge gold-coloured machine. I knew what it was, had always fancied one myself – a Honda Gold Wing.

  He pulled up in front of us and parked the beast. It had two seats, was bigger than a small car, and it looked just perfect for the job.

  ‘This is Goldilocks,’ Chris said, ‘a present from my darling.’ He patted the golden tank. ‘Top speed of 140 mph, so you need to be careful.’

  ‘Wow,’ Emma said, slipping her hand in mine.

  ‘It drives like a dream,’ Chris said.

  ‘I can confirm that, a wet dream,’ Caran said with a laugh.

  ‘She’s a beauty,’ I said, ‘you sure you don’t mind us borrowing it?’

  ‘Not at all,’ Chris said, ‘just bring her back in one piece, and, um, with clean seats.’

  ‘I’m tingling already,’ Emma whispered in my ear.

  ‘And me,’ I said, my dick obviously happy with what was to come.

  ‘I bought my boy this to celebrate the first time he dared to fuck me in public,’ Caran said, ‘he’s such a sweetheart.’

  ‘It’s a beauty,’ I said, ‘I can’t wait to try her out.’

  Emma

  Now I was excited. I changed into my schoolgirl miniskirt and Caran sorted us some helmets.

  ‘Oh, by the way,’ Chris said as I climbed onto the back seat, ‘you might think the A30 is the best place to open her up – and I mean the bike, not your wife,’ he laughed, ‘but there’s at least ten speed cameras on that stretch. You’re better off sticking to the minor roads. I know you’re probably not bothered by the prospects of three points on your licence or a pissy little fine, but if the camera catches you with your girl in front of you, well, you’ll probably make the Sunday papers.’

  ‘Duly noted,’ Jonathon said, climbing on in front of me.

  ‘Oh, and hopefully you’ll need these,’ Chris said, opening a little pouch near the handlebars. Inside was a packet of wipes.

  ‘Good thinking,’ my man said.

  ‘Have fun, kids,’ Caran said, ‘and don’t forget, the show starts at seven.’

  ‘We’ll be there,’ Jonathon said, pressing the start button.

  I held onto his waist and we were off, gliding effortlessly through the black gates. Part of me was missing Suki already, but hell, she was busy getting pampered by Crimson, apparently she does the best massages, so I didn’t feel too guilty.

  Jonathon took us straight to the A30, kept to the speed limit, and the cool breeze made a refreshing change from the red-hot sun. The ride was so smooth, too. It felt like we were riding on a magic carpet. And I was getting so worked up, the buzz of the bike beneath me. I couldn’t wait to get in front.

  Jonathon took us away from the A30 and onto narrower roads, eventually pulling into a passing place. I jumped off the back, told him to budge up.


  He pulled down the zipper on his shorts, took his cock out, told me to get him hard first.

  ‘No way,’ I said, ‘I want you to grow as we go, and then we can dock as we fly.’

  ‘I like your thinking,’ he said, shifting onto the rear seat.

  I settled into position, the shape of the seat was perfect for the job, my tits pressed flat to the tank, my hands gripping the handlebars.

  Jonathon lifted my skirt and leant over me, pressed the start button, and pulled back onto the road.

  It felt kinky as all fuck, especially when we got stuck behind a tractor. I wriggled my ass a bit, saw the tractor driver glancing in his mirror. When we finally had room to get past, I eased my ass up a bit, made sure he got a good view, and when my ass went back down, I felt the touch of hard cock against me. This was going to be fun.

  And fun it was, watching the speedometer going up, Jonathon’s fists gripping the handlebars, twisting that throttle, the veins on his arms proud, and his cock pushing against me. I moved. He moved. And then I felt it. A little push inside and I forced myself back into him. He twisted that throttle and the bike roared down a leafy lane, into a long dip and up and out the other side. We hit a straight, three cars in front, no traffic coming the other way. My man opened her up and the bike flew and so did his cock, the smallest of movements but with the buzz of the bike and the speed we were going and my tits pressed to the petrol tank, it was enough to suck me tight and I was soon coming, a surreal oozing orgasm that seemed to be pulled from me. Jonathon felt me tensing, increased his hip-twitching movements and I actually felt him coming, the pump of his cock as we took a bend, the bike tilting, his thighs gripping my hips. Not the frantic hard fucking I was used to, but hell it was horny as fuck.

  We stayed locked together all wet and hot for at least another mile until Jonathon took a side road and found a concealed passing place. We parked up and we cleaned up with the wipes from the pouch and my pulse was still racing as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.