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“Do I need to use protection with Tanya?”

  “No. She should be fine. I was being overprotective with the other guys, making them use condoms with her, but you don’t need to.”

  “Okay, then. Let’s do this, I guess….”

  “Uh huh…. I’m going down to call Uncle and tell him I can stay until he gets back. Then I’m going to have my bath. And then I don’t know how this is going to happen.”

  She kissed Jack and went downstairs to call her uncle, excitement filling her completely. “Okay – Tuesday night – see you then, Uncle Mike,” she sung cheerily after a short chat, assuring that the house was fine and not on fire or ransacked or anything. She hung up the phone and turned and bumped into Mark.

  “Hey, Ang,” he said, grinning.

  She blushed a little at the obvious intent in his eyes. He was a shy guy who had to be poked with a stick to say anything, let alone make some sort of a move with a girl. He had seemingly worked up the courage. Angela peered up at him, glancing at his lips as he lowered to her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her. His mouth opened against hers. She joined him in deepening the kiss, feeling his tongue and swirling hers around it. “That’s nice, Mark. I like the way you kiss.”

  He guided her back onto the settee, kissing her again, and his hand moved up from her side to feel her breast. “Come upstairs while I run my bath,” she breathed into his mouth. She took his hand and led him. The tub was in the main bathroom. She saw Jack’s eyes flash as she pushed Mark past the bedroom. “Start it for me while I get some things,” she said, and she went back to the bedroom and quickly gathered her toiletries bag and her negligee and panty outfit.

  Jack questioned with his eyes. Angela grinned and shook her head. “No – he’s just keeping me company while I run my bath then I’m sending him out.” She glanced back from the doorway. “But he’s going to be kissing me and feeling me up if you want to come and watch.”

  ****

  Angela adjusted the water temperature. Mark took hold of her hips when she was bent over. She stood and backed against him. There were big mirrors. She could see Jack approaching along the landing. She tugged Mark’s hand and led him to where she was facing the door, keeping his back to it. She doubted he would be game to continue if he knew Jack was there. Jack must have had the same thought. He stopped at the door, just peering around the edge.

  Mark’s hand closed over Angela’s breast again. She opened as he pressed his mouth to hers. She watched Jack’s face. He looked down at her being felt. She pushed her panties from her hips and shimmied them down her thighs. Jack’s eyes widened. Mark was too busy groping her breasts to have noticed. Once below her knees, her panties fell to her ankles. Jack looked up from them, and Angela smiled through her blush.

  Mark slipped his hand in through the fold in Angela’s wrap. She watched him do that. “Just for a minute, though – I have to have my bath,” she uttered. He nodded. She caught a breath as his big coarse hand cupped her bare breast. “Mmm – that’s nice, Mark.” Her shoulder was exposed. The skimpy garment she was wearing slipped down her arm and uncovered Mark’s hand squeezing her tit and working her tight little nipple. She tugged at the tie around her waist and released it. She watched Jack’s face again as she took Mark’s hand and guided it down over her belly. He found her slit, his thick digits pressing in and parting her delicate folds. She opened for another kiss, his tongue extending forcefully into her mouth while her wrap slipped from her arms and puddled on the floor. Mark leaned back to look at her nude. Angela watched his face and glanced to see Jack looking at her body too.

  Mark had a hand planted against the wall. He leaned in and took Angela’s open mouth again. He was rubbing her wet little gash and playing with her clit. She felt him positioning more deliberately at her opening. “Is this alright?” he whispered.

  “Uh huh,” she uttered. “But just quickly. My bath….”

  She held Mark’s head and met Jack’s eyes as the guy inserted his thick finger into her vagina.

  “Aw, that’s fucking tight,” he whispered.

  “Yeah….” Angela breathed into his shoulder. “It’s tight for you, Mark,” she said so Jack could hear. “Just with one finger now, though…. Feel inside of me, Mark. Uhhh-hh like that,” she whined as he rubbed back against her G-spot. He seemed to know what he was doing. Angela was losing what control she still had. Her bath was full.

  “Don’t make me cum yet, Mark. Not yet, okay?”

  He withdrew and rubbed her wetness around. “Later, Ang?”

  “Yes, you can do it more later.” She reached down and turned off the water. Mark was looking at her body. He tilted his head, checking her out from behind. She peered back over her shoulder. “Do you like girls from behind?” she asked.

  He grinned. “Yeah – I like doggy.”

  She remained bent forward slightly while he touched her bottom. He squeezed a cheek, then he held the other with one hand while feeling her slit with his finger again. She held the washbasin, peering back at him. He was fully erect. Angela could see the bulge extending up under the waistband of his shorts. He inserted his finger again and she squirmed back onto it. She couldn’t see the doorway clearly and wondered if Jack was still watching. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than the feeling of being penetrated.

  “Fuck me, Mark.” He looked at her. “Yes – fuck me,” she said. “Like this. Just take me.”

  He pushed his shorts and jocks down. His erection was huge. Captured in his fist, it extended as far again beyond. He had his hand around it, but he had a big hand.

  A man of very few words, he got right to it. Angela braced for what she expected would hurt. He kept it in his fist and wiped the head up through her pussy. That alone nearly sent her over the edge. “Am I wet enough?” she asked. She was too tense.

  He nodded. “You’re very wet, Ang. Don’t worry – I’ll go slow.”

  She smiled through her blush. “Okay, Mark.”

  He grinned, and he eased forward and opened her with his dick. It spread her and sunk in exquisitely. “Uhh-hhh,” Angela moaned as she squirmed back onto it.

  “Is that okay?”

  She blushed. “That’s better than okay.”

  He withdrew and wiped it up through her again, spreading her juices more. He still held it in his fist and sunk back into her. “Uhh-hhh, that’s amazing. I’m going to cum,” Angela moaned. “Oh-hhh – like that,” she uttered. He was sliding in and out, still with his fist stopping him from penetrating too deeply. He really knew what he was doing. Angela ground back against his fist, her pussy being stretched wide by his girth, the big knob on the end of his dick popping in and out of her.

  He started going deeper. It was just with the position of his hand. It was no longer a fist, just his fingers circling his shaft and gradually allowing it to extend further. Angela’s orgasm hit powerfully. She ground back onto the massive dick and exploded internally. Mark grabbed her tits with both hands. He surged up into her, his full length probing somewhere Angela had never before been touched. There was pressure but she was throbbing around it. The head of his dick was hard against her cervix, she understood.

  He pulled back and surged up into her again, making her eyes widen as she clung to him. He pulled back and surged into her again. “I’m going to blow,” he groaned onto her neck.

  Angela cuddled his head close. “It’s okay…. Cum in me, Mark – all the way in me.”

  “Aw, fuck,” he cried, and he thrust again, and then one last time, jamming his entire length into Angela and squeezing her tit hard as his thick shaft throbbed and spurted. “Aw, fuck. Aw, shit,” he groaned.

  Angela settled back onto him. He was pressed hard against her bottom, lifting her to her toes with his pole-like erection. She imagined she could feel the jets of semen gushing from him. She could feel him pulsing inside of her. She was stretched and filled so exquisitely that she could feel every little flex and movement of his cock. It softened slightly but its task had been accomplis
hed. She smiled to herself at the thought of his billions of sperm right then filling her belly. It felt like they had been injected directly. She giggled at the thought.

  “What?” Mark said. “What’s so funny?”

  “No – nothing. I’m just happy. I’m glowing, Mark. That was wonderful.”

  He smiled proudly. “It didn’t hurt too much?”

  “No – not at all. I loved every bit of it – every inch!” She smiled, kissing his lips. He was pulling his shorts up. She saw Jack slip past the doorway. She waited a moment before sending Mark away and closing the bathroom door.

  ****

  The hot bath water blended with her internal heat as it consumed and washed over her. She spent half an hour luxuriating in her new freedom and the scent of her bath oils before deciding to go and face the men again. Her satin negligee was cool as it caressed her skin. It just covered the matching white panties as she pulled them up.

  Jack was walking down the stairs as she opened the bathroom door. He hadn’t seen her, and continued on into the lounge where the other guys were seated. Angela snuck along to her bedroom and slipped in quietly. She didn’t quite know HOW to face them all. Had Mark told them?

  “Oh, Tan! I didn’t see you there.” Tanya was lying on the bed. “What are you doing? Are you okay?”

  Tanya smiled. “I’m fine. I just lost my pants again is all.”

  “Really? Jack?”

  “Yep…. What got into him? He carried me up here and fucked me…. He was so horny!”

  “He didn’t hurt you?”

  “No! Are you kidding? It was perfect. I’m even all gooey for once,” she giggled, feeling herself. “Yep – totally slimed.” She found her panties and bunched them between her legs.”

  Angela sat on the end of the bed. “He watched Mark with me. It must have made him crazy.”

  “So, Mark fucked you?” her little sister enquired with interest.

  “Uh huh,” Angela nodded. She was blushing as she recalled it. “From behind in the main bathroom. It was amazing!”

  “Finally!” Tanya declared.

  “What do you mean, finally?”

  “Finally you did it with another guy. Even before this weekend I’d had a couple of different lovers, and I’m five years younger than you. It’s so cool that you’re a naughty slut as well now. I feel so much better.”

  “Hmm – I‘m going to be a slut now, Tan – a real one. I’m going to let two more guys have me tonight.”

  “Well, you smell pretty enough. What do you have?”

  “Just bath oils. You can use them.”

  “Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. I could go for a nice hot bath. I’ve had nothing but dorm-room showers for months.”

  Angela handed over her toiletries bag. “Go on, then. I’m going downstairs to get cuddles from Mark…. You should make Jack cuddle you too, Tan. Did he, after he had sex with you?”

  “No, not really. He was gone pretty quick afterward.”

  “Exactly! Don’t let him get away with that. We have to make them work for it a little bit,” Angela giggled. “Lots of kisses and nice cuddles afterward, or no more sex – that’s my rules.”

  “But what if he won’t? I don’t want to miss out on the sex.”

  “Oh, of course he will. I’ve got him well trained. Just go and sit on his lap. He’ll get the idea.”

  “Okay – after my bath I’ll come down and sit on Jack’s lap.”

  “Good,” Angela said, leaving her sister to get ready for her bath.

  She had all eyes upon her as she walked down the stairs. The guys were in the lounge watching television. Paul whistled. Stan called her sexy baby. Jack looked her over with warmth in his eyes. She stopped in front of Mark, motioning that she wanted to sit on his lap. He straightened his legs and put his arm around her as she sat.

  “Way to go, Mark!” Stan cheered.

  Angela blushed as he peered around at the other guys. “It’s one of my rules…. You have to cuddle me after you have sex with me.”

  “So, he DID fuck you! See, I knew it….”

  Angela glanced at Jack and then at Paul and Stan. “Yes, Mark did fuck me, for your information. But he’s a gentleman and didn’t run down here to tell you by the sound of it.”

  They all laughed. She snuggled back against Mark’s chest. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly. “You smell beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth.

  “Thank you. Do you like my new nightie?”

  “We like it,” Stan answered. “It’s nice and short.”

  She smiled over at him. Mark’s hand was resting upon her hip. She took it and put it under the front of her negligee, placing it on her belly. She looked across at Jack, grinning pointedly as she glanced down at what she had just done.

  “Is cuddling after we fuck you the only rule?” Paul asked.

  “No – I have some other rules too. Should I just tell you them?”

  “Go ahead, sweetheart,” Jack answered for everyone.

  Angela thanked him with a smile. She looked around at the guys and back at Mark. “Well, the first thing is – does anyone else actually want to start having sex with me? Maybe you don’t even want to.”

  “I want to,” Paul said.

  “I want to,” Stan said too.

  Mark grinned. “I want to do it again.”

  Angela blushed at them all. “Well, the first rule, since there’s going to be three of you, is no gangbangs. I don’t want to be with more than one man at a time.”

  “Fair enough,” was Paul’s response. Mark and Stan agreed there was no problem there.

  “And the second rule is no – what do you call it when one guy goes straight after the other?”

  Stan grinned. “Sloppy seconds?”

  “No! Don’t be crude!” Angela cried.

  “Do you mean a train?” Mark asked.

  “Yes! No trains!” Angela said. “That’s rule number two.” She cuddled Mark’s arm, nurturing his big hand still on her belly. The other guys agreed to not pull a train with her.

  “So, how long after one of us has been with you before another of us can try his luck?” Stan asked more seriously. “I mean to be practical and not spoil what we all know is an amazing opportunity.”

  “Thank you, Stan,” Angela offered as genuinely in return.

  “Ditto,” Paul said. “You’re beautiful and this is an amazing opportunity for us.”

  Angela just blushed deeper at those kind words.

  “Totally amazing,” Mark whispered to her.

  She glanced at Jack. He gave he a tiny nod, which she felt was encouragement and recognition that she was well worthy of the compliments. He didn’t say as much very often these days, not like he used to when they were freshly going together.

  “What’s number three?” Paul asked, grinning.

  “Um…. Number three is…. Number three is that I get the afternoon off. You can each have me tonight and in the morning, and then again tomorrow night…. I mean if you want to do it again like Mark does!”

  Mark laughed. The other guys joined him.

  “It’s a safe bet I’ll be wanting to do it again, and again,” Stan declared.

  Paul just put his hand up.

  “Oh, and a short rest in between – to answer your other question, Stan. Just so I can get some cuddles off the guy who has just finished. That’s important to me – just to be cuddled like this for a while…. But that’s not a rule – it’s just what I need. So, if you care enough….”

  “What else do you need, Ang?” Paul asked. The guys were all looking at her. He had spoken for the three of them.

  She smiled through her blush. “Just lots of kisses like you’ve been giving me already. I hope that doesn’t stop. I won’t be needing any rest from that. You can have turns kissing me and feeling me up all day!”

  Mark kissed her again. He leaned her back a bit and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. “Like that?” he breathed into her m
outh.

  “Uh huh – like that,” she whispered back. She pressed her lips close to his ear. “I love that my belly’s full of your cum right now. I love how deep you were inside of me.”

  She felt his cock flex. His hand lifted from her belly to cup her tit. She rested back against his chest and started watching the old episode of Cheers that was on television. Mark just casually played with her tits, gently massaging them and teasing her nipples to keep them firm. She was too distracted by the other guys watching him do that to take much notice of Cheers. All three other men were glancing over quite frequently. Jack was often looking across from his seat on the opposite side of the room.

  Mark’s hand eventually moved lower and his fingers softly stroked her belly.

  “It’s nice there,” Angela said, blushing as she met the glances of the other men.

  “Right there?” Mark asked.

  “Uh huh…. It’s where your sperm is on the inside – in my womb,” she said, blushing fully at the others.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Stan groaned, making her smile. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

  “I know. And that’s why you have to do it when it’s your turn,” Angela said. “If your semen is inside of me, I need you to hold me and pretend you want to get me pregnant.” She met Jack’s eyes. “I want you all to do that, okay? Just to pretend….”

  “Absolutely!” Stan declared.

  “Can I go next?” Paul asked flatly.

  Mark’s free hand on her hip moved and gathered the side of her negligee, tugging it upward to expose her panties. She lifted her bottom and watched Jack’s face as Mark tugged the skirt of the flimsy little garment up above her waist. She glanced down at her underwear, and then up at the men all looking at them.

  Mark resumed just casually stroking her. He traced around her belly button and down lower until he found the waist band of her panties. He played with the soft elastic for a while, then he traced down lower and smoothed over the shiny fabric. He softly rubbed her mons while the other guys watched. He located her clit and massaged with the tip of his middle finger. It was engorged, and he rolled around it slowly and half-firmly.

  He nuzzled her neck. She tilted her head to give him access, and he kissed her skin, sucking on it softly. His fingers moved upward and sought the waistband of her panties. They slipped beneath and searched downward again. He reached further and parted her pussy lips. He lowered his big arm between her parting thighs and inserted his middle finger into her.