Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies (First Cuckolding Book 8) Page 16

  Tanya’s eyes flashed with her naughty smile. “Yes – let’s!” she giggled.

  Mr. Peters was still distracted – the guys chatting with him. The girls let the ball float away and both slipped their bikini pants off. They put them on the edge of the pool with their tops then floated together on their backs allowing their nude bodies to rise and break the surface of the water. They both blushed as Mr. Peters turned back and noticed them. He didn’t grin, rather projecting a more serious aspect as he looked at their pussies. He shifted in his seat, edging around onto his hip and checking the guys weren’t looking as he made room in his shorts for a growing bulge. “You’re both perfect – naturally beautiful,” he said to them.

  “Thanks,” Angela replied quietly. She checked her sister. Tanya was just returning Mr. Peters’ look and blushing.

  “And obviously sisters,” he went on easily. “You both have lovely slender thighs and identical little honey pots.”

  Tanya let out a small, nervous giggle at that. Angela hadn’t heard the term ‘honey pot’ before in real life.

  Mr. Peters shifted again, working the bulge in his baggy shorts down one leg. He winked. “Good thing I’m not wearing my swimmers.”

  “No, it’s not!” Tanya retorted, suddenly breaking clear of her trepidation, it seemed. “Can we see it?” she asked flatly.

  “Tanya!” Angela cried.

  “Why? We’re showing EVERYTHING.”

  “Sorry, Mr. Peters,” Angela offered, blushing. “My sister can’t help herself sometimes.”

  “Well, she makes a good point,” Mr. Peters replied. “I’d be happy to show you – in the strictly nudist/exhibitionist sense, as you girls are.”

  Tanya smiled. “Cool – let’s have a look, then.”

  Angela just shut up.

  Mr. Peters stood and moved behind his chair, obscured from the waist down as far as the view of the guys was concerned. He unzipped his fly and undid the button to open his shorts, reached in and pulled out his penis. He released it and placed his hands upon his hips, looking down at the girls peering over the edge of the pool.

  His penis was incredibly thick. That was the first thing that struck Angela. It was long too, and almost flaccid, but she could only imagine having something as thick as that inside of her. “Oh, shit!” was her sister’s take on the matter. “Look at the frigging size of it!”

  Mr. Peters checked that the guys were not looking over, and he reached down his pants again and freed his balls. They were also oversized, and they swung low in a long wrinkly sac.

  “I’m going to make lunch,” Tanya declared. “That’s frigging scary!”

  She swam across to her bikini and pulled it on then went into the house. Mr. Peters had put his very impressive equipment away and resumed his seat. Angela stayed there by his feet peering up at him. She had no comment about what she had just seen. It would no doubt be a vision that would wake her at night sometimes.

  She allowed her body to float to the surface again, much closer to the old man than she had been with Tanya across the pool. She felt at ease, though. He was right – it was an exhibition, not intimately sexual. This was something she had never really considered before. It was very exciting, the way he was resting forward and staring directly at her honey pot.

  “Why doesn’t Vera ever stay here, Mr. D?”

  He grinned. “I like that name. Your sister is an amazing free spirit, isn’t she?”

  “Oh, yes…. She’s setting me free too. There’s no way I would have done this weekend without her.”

  “I see your breasts are marked today. Was that your boyfriend?”

  Angela shook her head, biting a grin.

  “Ahh – I see…. With only one of them, or several?”

  “Several,” Angela replied, again feeling very comfortable with the old neighbour. “My sister was ‘doing it’ with nearly everyone. I figured if she can – why can’t I?”

  “Indeed…. A regular free love orgy, it seems.”

  “Yes, exactly. That’s what we’re calling it – free love.”

  Mr. Peters nodded. “Oh, yes – Vera! No, she never stays over. She visits your uncle and they visit me. Mike stays over at her house sometimes…. I don’t really understand why, but she prefers to sleep in her own bed for some reason.”

  “So, how often do they ‘visit’ you?” Angela tried with a smile.

  He smiled too. “Ooh, about once a month. It’s been that way for the past few years…. It’s enough for me at this age.”

  “What – you don’t have a lady friend of your own?”

  “No, love. We three all stay safe for one another in terms of sex. You can never be too careful these days…. I know we look all risqué and devil-may-care in those clips, but we are actually very mindful of the risks. I hope you girls are too.”

  “We are. This is actually a very closed group too in that way. Everyone is careful with using protection…. Except for this weekend,” Angela blushed shamefully.

  “Ahh – well, it’s the general precaution that allows the free and natural exchange at these special events,” he offered instructively. “You need to give these young men some strict rules if you’re going to continue your little free love commune…. Make sure they remain safe for you and your sister.”

  “We will,” Angela assured. “Except this is supposed to be a one-off situation. We’re not planning to do it again, or regularly or anything.”

  “Ahh – very good, then. No need to be concerned with any of that boring safe sex stuff.”

  Angela swished the water, making it lap over her belly and inadvertently wobble her tits. Mr. Peters quietly watched for a moment, his eyes roving back and forth, his penis quite obvious down the leg of his shorts, challenging the ‘mere exhibitionism’ argument in Angela’s mind just a little.

  “So, I was thinking I might ask Uncle Mike if I can move in here permanently,” she tossed up as the thought came to mind. “How do you think he would react to that? Does he like his space too much?”

  “I think he would be over the moon, Angela…. No, he doesn’t like his space – the way I do. He’s very busy and very social. He’s hardly ever home and always saying how that worries him with the house empty and Missy with no company…. I think he would be over to pick up your bags five minutes after you suggested moving in.”

  Mr. Peters looked up as he spoke. There was a car pulling into his place. “That would be my son and his young family…. Would you mind – um?”

  “No, of course!” Angela said. “It’s great that this yard is so secluded – that’s it’s only an old pervert like you who can see us.”

  He laughed. “Don’t worry – I’ll let you know when I’m having visitors if you move in, love.”

  He left Angela to quickly cover herself. She used her towel, and pegged her bikini on the clothes line to dry. Upstairs in her room, she was drying her hair when Mark appeared in the doorway. He was grinning. It was obvious what was on his mind. After seeing the huge appendage attached to Mr. Peters, the same thing was on her mind, and Mark was about as close as she was going to get from these guys.

  “Close the door please, Mark,” she uttered. She approached and was taken into his arms. “I don’t want those other guys watching while you fuck me…. I want you to take me properly, okay?” She spoke into his kiss. “I’m going to spread myself for you this time. I want you between my legs.”

  She was lifted and placed on the bed. Her pussy was kissed, a tongue inserted. Angela opened her legs and accepted the weight of her friend since school upon her. She clung to him as he serviced her with deep powerful thrusts, her orgasm thumping through her belly just before he held firmly up her with his long, thick penis throbbing inside of her and injecting a fresh load of cum into her belly.

  She wore her jean shorts and lace trim tank top down to lunch. Mark sat on a stool at the breakfast counter, and she leaned back against him, cuddling one of his big arms. She met Jack’s eyes, and she smiled to him, holding h
is gaze as she placed Mark’s hand upon her belly.

  “You look good in those shorts,” Jack mentioned to her a little later when they were passing in the kitchen doorway.

  Angela lifted to whisper, “I’m trying to tease the guys but Mark followed me into the bedroom and fucked me…. He was so deep inside me when he came, Jack. I love having your friend’s cum in my belly like this. I’m going to let him hold me for a bit longer, but I think Stan wants to have a turn with me next.”

  “Is he going to fuck you in the arse again?” Jack asked, meeting Angela’s lips.

  She blushed at the crudity being used right back at her. “He wants my arse again. He’s been looking at it all morning…. I might let him…. Maybe tonight, but do you know what I really want to do?”

  “What’s that, Ang?”

  “I want to spread my legs for Stan as well. I want all of your best friends to have been between my legs…. That way when I wear short skirts from now on they’ll be able to look at my legs and remember fucking me with them wide open.”

  Jack stuck his tongue in Angela’s mouth, but she squirmed free of him and smiled back over her shoulder as she left him standing there. He was looking at her arse. She stopped and crouched with her hands on her knees and wiggled her bum. Jack squeezed his erection. She bit her lip and made innocent eyes at him.

  Mark and Stan were playing pool. She stood at the end of the table watching. Mark cuddled up behind her. She was still very wet from him. There was music playing. She wiggled back against him, moving her hips to the beat. Stan approached and she danced for him too, placing her arms around his neck and as he took hold of her hips, and then turning within his embrace to shimmy down his front with her bottom. She pushed away and danced on her own – eyes closed, swaying and gyrating to the music. Mark claimed her again and she tossed her head back as he kissed her neck. He sucked on her skin, sending electric bolts through her body.

  The game had been abandoned. Stan took her hand and led her from the room. She was a ragdoll. She followed along behind as he took her through the living room. Jack was on the phone. She just looked blankly back at him as she was led up the stairs and into her bedroom.

  Stan laid her on the bed and pulled her pants off. He ripped at his own clothes as she peered up at him half smiling. He was already erect. He tried to flip her over but she squirmed onto her back again, saying nothing, but she spread her legs wide open. Stan looked at her pussy then met her eyes.

  “Just do me, Stan. I’m already wet,” she uttered.

  He lowered between her legs and guided himself in. She held him while he fucked her. She didn’t orgasm that time. It was as if she was higher than that. She was in a trance – her mind complete mush and her belly thirsting for more of their cum – her honey pot gooey and hot, and virtually sucking on Stan’s cock as it spurted and gushed inside of her.

  Angela lay with her legs still spread wide as Stan rested on top of her catching his breath. She straightened one leg as he rolled off of her but didn’t have any inclination to close the other one to it. She lay in a state of bliss, peering up at the ceiling.

  “Hey, Jack,” Stan said, a grin in his voice. He was getting dressed.

  Angela looked from Jack’s face to her open legs – no pants on, her tank top bunched up over her belly. She inadvertently had a hand on her belly. Stan stopped beside Jack on his way out the door. He turned and had a look at Angela’s pussy. “Mmm – that’s nice,” he said with a grin. Angela managed a blush in reply, the mush clouding her mind beginning to clear. She thought to close her legs but they were both staring. “Nice creampie, eh, Jack?”

  Angela covered her pussy with her hand, feeling her wetness – the way the gooeyness extended down into her bottom, and noticing how open she was. She sat up on her side with her legs together. A trickle of warm fluid seeped from the back of her thigh. There were tissues, and she grabbed a couple and bunched them in her crotch.

  Jack picked up her shorts and panties and sat on the end of the bed. She waited for him to speak. He glanced at her, nodding – a grin in his eyes. “That was hot, sweetheart…. That was amazing to see.”

  “I was completely out of it,” Angela told him. “It was so wonderful – I just laid there and let him. It was so exciting I couldn’t even think straight.”

  Jack shook his head, chuckling to himself. “I can’t believe I’m going to pass this message on to my totally wanton fiancé, but I think Paul is looking for you…. He has to go and wants to see you before he does.”

  Angela smiled through her blush. “Hmm – I wonder what he wants.”

  “Give you one guess.” Jack grinned incredulously. “Although I think he might have to settle for sloppy seconds.”

  Angela punched Jack’s arm, mock-glaring at him.

  He chuckled. “Well, you look a bit full, baby.”

  “I feel full.” Angela flopped back on the bed. “Full of free love.”

  Jack rested back beside her, placing his hand on her warmly. “A belly full of free love, I’d say, Ang…. And I think Wes and I might have to see about giving Tanya one of those too before she leaves this afternoon.” He edged back to face Angela, his hand still holding her down there.

  She met his kiss. “Are you going to watch me with Paul first? I want to suck him off. He’s already fucked me three times. I want to try at least one blowjob.”

  “Mmm – that sounds like fun…. Might see if I can get one while Wes is doing the humping.”

  Angela punched him again, giggling. “Don’t talk about my sister like that!”

  Jack laughed. “No – seriously, Ang. Let’s go and make the most of the last few hours of this craziness, eh? I’ll watch for you downstairs.”

  Angela used a washcloth in her bathroom to clean up properly before putting her pants back on. She was indeed full of cum, and intended to use her mouth and hand to see Paul off. She had taken Stan that way briefly last night. It was time to go further and experience another man fully excited and ejaculating in her mouth. If this was to be her only chance, she didn’t want to miss it.

  “Hey, Ang.”

  “Paul…. Hi. I was just coming down to find you.”

  “Yeah, Jack said.” He motioned back over his shoulder. Angela snuggled back against him as he kissed her neck. She watched him in the bathroom mirror. “Work called. I have to catch an early flight this afternoon.”

  “So, what’s that about, anyway? A seminar or something?”

  “I wish…. It’s actually orientation for a position they want me to take over. It’s management. I don’t want to move away from here, but the money and all….”

  “Yes – definitely! You should be in management, Paul. You’ve always been the one the guys looked to.”

  “Hmm – still rather be staying here, though. Any chance you’d leave Jack and hook up with me, Ang?”

  He was softly kissing Angela’s neck as he said that. There was a tiny bit of seriousness in his tone. Angela blushed. “I don’t know, Paul, this free loving is the go if you ask me…. I’m staying single if Jack dumps me,” she tried with a giggle.

  He smiled, glancing into her eyes in the mirror. “Figured as much.” He squeezed her breasts. “Better make the most of this last chance, then, eh? But you’ll give me a call if you do it again? I can always fly back for a weekend.”

  “Hmm – again, huh? That’s an interesting idea…. I’ll think about it.”

  “Yeah – it’d be nice to call in and fuck you when I’m back in town every now and then, Ang.”

  He was hard against her bottom. She thought of letting him take her that way. It was a tempting idea, but no – Stan could do that later. Paul was a nice size to suck – not too long or thick.

  “I want you in my mouth, Paul,” she uttered. “I want to suck you off, okay?”

  He grinned. “Fuck, yeah!”

  Angela blushed at him in the mirror. She reached back and felt his cock. Grabbing the bulge in his shorts and squeezing – stroking up and
down as he played with her nipples.

  “Do it topless, okay? In your hot little cut-off shorts,” he groaned into her neck.

  He was tugging her top up. She lifted her arms as he slipped it off. She resumed stroking him, sticking her hand down his shorts and gripping him bare that time. She caught a breath as she watched his hands close over her tits in the mirror. He held both of her nipples, his hips rolling and working his cock through her hand. “I want to suck it, Paul. I want to taste your cum again,” she moaned into a kiss.

  He turned her around, pushing down on her shoulders. She knelt on the thick, fluffy bathroom mat and kissed his bulge through the front of his shorts. He was looking down at her, his face harsh – determined. She pulled his shorts and jocks out and lowered them over his erection and down his thighs. His masculine aroma filled her senses. She squeezed his cock, feeling it flex in her hand. She pushed it up and closed her eyes as she kissed his balls. She nuzzled each one, sucking it softly as she stroked his shaft. She sucked on the skin at the base of his cock, kissing upward. She could feel his eyes upon her. His hand was lightly stroking the back of her head. She glanced up at him as she opened her lips over his cockhead and softly sucked it into her mouth.

  “Mmm – that’s it….” The hand on the back of her head firmed. He ground his hips and his cock filled her mouth as he held her in place.

  Angela gripped the base of his shaft, restricting the depth he could penetrate. It seemed he was going to be forceful and she didn’t like the feel of a cock down her throat. She closed her eyes and let him fuck her hand and mouth. It felt strange but exciting. Jack never did that – always allowing her to stroke him and suck intermittently. Paul relented, so she rested and just stroked him for a little bit. She peered up but his eyes were closed, his face contorted. She stroked him hard and fast, working over the swollen head with her fingers. He started thrusting again and she opened her mouth and let him back in.

  “Aw, yeah,” he groaned. “Suck it, Ang.”

  She moaned, “Uh huh….” squeezing her eyes shut and gripping hard as his cock surged back and forth through her hand and deep into her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum he was leaking. It heightened the filling of her senses with his strong musky scent. He stopped and held firm again. She resumed stroking, flailing wildly over the head of his cock, making him cringe and squirm.