Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies (First Cuckolding Book 8) Page 17

  “That’s fucking close, Ang…. Just like that,” he groaned.

  She continued to stroke him. He began to jerk and spasm. He pulled her head close again, and she took him back into her mouth. He surged once, then again, and then he held firm, keeping her head in place with his cock buried in her mouth. It hardened and pulsed, then it started gushing heavy spurts of cum. She closed her throat and moaned softly as it flooded her mouth. She had slumped to sit on her bent legs. He was over her – her head back, his balls resting upon her chin as they throbbed and emptied their hot gooey contents for her to swallow. She gulped the thick fluid down, opening her eyes to see Paul watching her face intently. He grinned, pulled his phone out of his shirt pocket, and quickly snapped a photo.

  He showed her. It was a perfect shot of her face with his dick in her mouth. “I promise I’ll never show it to anyone,” he said, pleadingly. He gave her the phone as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Click delete if you want, Ang. I’d seriously love to keep it, but it’s your call.”

  It was crude but not unflattering, she considered. “I’ll kill you if you ever put it online,” she said.

  “I ain’t sharing, baby.” He took the phone back and looked admiringly at what he had been given.

  “And don’t tell anyone either! Especially any of the other guys,” she demanded, meeting his smile with a blush. “I’m a porn star now,” she giggled incredulously.

  Paul helped her up. “I really have to run…. I’m nearly late already.”

  “Okay – go!” she said. “And thank you for this weekend, Paul. I’ll never forget it.”

  He grabbed her, and kissed her. “You’re fucking hot, Ang. Wish I’d found you first.”

  He took off without looking back. Angela stood there blushing after him for a moment, a tinge of romance heating her face that time. But that was silly…. She shook it off and put her top back on. Jack was snacking on coffee and biscuits at the breakfast counter. He pulled her close as she was walking past chewing on her smile. He tried to kiss her but she lifted her head back and away, offering her neck instead. The taste of Paul’s cum was filling her mouth and senses.

  She swallowed at the strong salty flavour. “He said he’s moving interstate.”

  “Yeah – he told us. Sounds like a good opportunity.”

  “Guess we could go visit sometime – have a threesome,” Angela teased.

  “Spit roast!” Jack declared. “Which end do I get?”

  She punched him. “Either! His cum tastes the same as yours, so I guess it wouldn’t matter much to me,” she tossed back over her shoulder as she walked around into the kitchen. She approached the other side of the counter and leaned there, wetting her lips and wiping them with a finger. “He seemed to really enjoy my blowjob.” She sucked her fingertip tantalisingly. “He came so hard, Jack…. He came so much and watched me swallowed it…. It was really sexy.”

  Jack grinned. “You’re a tease, Ang.”

  She nodded. “Uh huh….”

  “That’s fine, though…. I’ll just take it out on Tanya…. She wants me to fuck her again before she leaves.”

  “Good!” Angela replied through her blush. “I hope you do, and I hope she loves it.”

  Tanya was approaching the back door in a little red bikini, rubbing her hair dry with a towel. “There you are!” she scolded Angela. “I was wondering where you got to.”

  “I’ve been busy upstairs in the bedroom with some trolls,” Angela explained.

  “Oh, yeah – I’ve been dodging them all day so far. I have to leave soon, though. Wes is going to give me a lift back to college.”

  Angela took her little sister upstairs, leaving Jack grinning after them. She closed the bedroom door and sat on the bed, pulling Tanya to a seat beside her.

  “I’m thinking about asking Uncle Mike if I can move in here, Tan.”

  Tanya frowned in question. “What about Jack?”

  “I know…. I think I want to wait, though…. I think we should wait another year – maybe even two. It would be better financially if we did.”

  “Financially?”

  “Yes – it would be!”

  “Yeah – okay, but is that the only reason?”

  Angela shrugged. Her sister waited, eyebrows raised.

  “No – it’s not the ONLY reason,” Angela confessed. “There’s this too…. I think I have more questions than answers after this.”

  Tanya smiled. “Me too!”

  “Really? You too?”

  “Sure! My biggest question is – what’s the point of being jerked around by boys at college and wasting my study time when I could just come home occasionally and get with one of these guys?”

  “You mean with Wes?” Angela asked warmly.

  “No…. I don’t mean with Wes…. I mean – yeah, sure, sometimes – but I wouldn’t mind which of these guys it was for a weekend. I don’t want to get with Wes or any of them seriously. I’m talking strictly casual. No calls or anything to worry about every night – just come here and bang me!”

  The girls both laughed. They flopped back on the bed, holding hands. Angela got up on her elbow. “See, that’s what I sort of want, Tan – that freedom – this freedom! But I don’t want to break up with Jack. He’s great. I want to marry him but not yet. I think I want to live a bit first – just to be wild and crazy like we’ve been this weekend.”

  “So, tell him, Ang. It’s not like he isn’t loving this too…. He seems to love fucking me,” Tanya giggled. “Tell him he can do it again if he lets you have more free love weekends. I’ll be in it. We can share them or pick which guy we want each…. We can let them fuck us both silly and then go back to real life afterwards. It would be awesome!”

  “Really?” Angela blushed excitedly. “You’d do this again? Regularly, even?”

  “Shit, yeah! Of course! It’s frigging perfect…. Especially if you move in here. We could do it when Uncle’s away and we’re both around. I could come home almost any weekend…. I’m staying here with you, anyway, Ang. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not unless you get married.”

  “I’m not getting married…. Who wants to get married? That’s a silly idea…. I’d rather just get fucked silly.” She giggled with her sister. “Preferably by two or three guys, I’ve come to realise.”

  Tanya stopped laughing to speak rationally. “We should draw the line with these guys, though, Ang. I wouldn’t want them inviting anyone else to come here and join in. We’d end up with a room full of them lined up stroking their dicks.”

  “I know. It would have to be a closed group. With Paul moving away it would only leave the four guys. That would work, wouldn’t it? Just with Wes and Jack, and Stan and Mark?”

  “Uh huh – that works fine…. And I get to have Jack?” Tanya grinned. “You can have him in real life, but I get to have him when we’re playing, okay?”

  “What – you like him?”

  “Um – yeah! He rocks. Drives me frigging crazy with his tongue…. Surely you know about that!”

  “Hmm – I guess he’s kind of talented in that department, now that you mention it.”

  “Kind of? Well, I ‘kind of’ want one more from him before I go. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I want one more big ‘O’ from your boyfriend – then he can have me – then you can have him back.”

  “I’ll have him back tomorrow…. Too busy with his buddies today,” Angela declared, getting up and rummaging through her things for the little blue tube dress she just remembered she had packed. She tossed her shorts and top and stretched it on, checking it in the wardrobe mirror with Tanya looking on.

  “I could wear that,” her sister commented.

  “I know. I’ve got a yellow one too…. Do my boobs sag too much?” She was posing this way and that. There was some sag there.

  “I wish mine would,” Tanya said. “Yours look great, Ang. They look sexy with some shape underneath like that. They’re not saggy.”

  Ta
nya changed her bikini for panties and a pretty pink A-line dress, and the girls returned to the party. There was a definitive split with each of them attracting two suitors. Angela was followed into the games room by Mark and Stan. From there she could see into the lounge where Wes and Jack were chatting up her sister.

  Angela could still taste Paul’s cum but Stan didn’t comment when he started kissing her. Mark was playing darts on his own. There was a large leather sofa where she was sitting with Stan. It faced the open double doors into the lounge where Jack was, looking over sometimes.

  Stan became quite passionate with his kissing. He was probing and searching Angela’s mouth with his tongue. Mark was watching and playing his game. Jack was taking notice. Tanya and Wes were obscured from Angela’s view.

  Stan tugged Angela’s dress down to reveal her breasts. He cupped them, presenting the nipples, then he sucked one little raspberry while rubbing his thumb back and forth across the other one. He suckled her left nipple for a moment then moved to the rounded side of that breast and sucked on the soft white skin.

  Angela cupped her breast and held it for him. She stroked his hair and held Jack’s gaze as he watched intently. She glanced down at what Stan was doing them looked up at Jack again, and she watched him watching his buddy give her another love bite on her tit.

  Stan kissed and blew on the spot when he was done. Angela shifted around and cupped her right breast. Stan stroked it. “Right here?” he asked, indicating the light tan line of her cleavage.

  “Okay, but low down,” she uttered, turning a little more and cupping her tit for him. She then held Jack’s gaze while she was being marked again. The first love bites were fading fast. She imagined these one would also.

  The phone was ringing in the dining room. It went to message bank but it was Uncle Mike asking for someone to pick up. It was urgent. Jack got it before he hung up. Angela followed with her dress at her waist and her tits wobbling. He gave her the phone and had a closer look at her love bites. She covered the mouthpiece of the phone and waited while he inspected them, then she tugged her dress up and sat on the settee while Jack followed Wes and Tanya upstairs, smiling back at her.

  “Yes, Uncle?”

  “Oh, Angela – good. Listen, love, I need you to find a file on my computer and email it to me. Could you do it right away for me, please?”

  “Of course. Just a minute.”

  She took the phone up to Uncle Mike’s study and switched on his computer. From the doorway, she saw Tanya in the bedroom wardrobe mirror. They were undressing her. Both men were. Her dress was taken down and removed from her legs. One of them pulled her panties down too. She was then positioned on her hands and knees on the bed.

  Angela returned to the computer and followed her uncle’s direction to mail off the file he needed. She took a breath and addressed what was on her mind after the job was done.

  “Sooo, Uncle Mike – were you only joking that time you said I should just move in here with you?”

  His reply was frank. “No – I wasn’t joking. I’d love for you to move in fulltime. No questions asked.”

  Angela smiled into the phone. “Good. Because I want to, and it’s a long story that I could explain one night when we’re watching TV or something.”

  “Perfect, love. Are you moving in right away?”

  “Um…. Okay.”

  “Will the main spare room be enough? You can have the big bathroom attached – the one with the tub.”

  “That’s the one I wanted,” Angela replied happily.

  “Well, that’s fine. And otherwise I’ll organize you a card to access the household budget, if you wouldn’t mind taking care of the bills and shopping. We can split the cleaning and cooking.”

  “That’s fine, Uncle, but I can pay my way.”

  “No, love. You’re young and starting out. I’m old and wealthy…. I’ll get you a swipe card and set you up with on-line access to pay bills…. But I have to run right now. See you Tuesday night, okay?”

  “Okay – bye Uncle!”

  Angela crept along the landing and peeped into the main bedroom. Tanya was still on her hands and knees on the bed. Wes was fucking her from behind, his dark cock sliding in and out of her as he bumped against her bottom, pushing her forward onto Jack’s cock, which was being forced deep into her mouth.

  Angela wedged a hand between her thighs. Her other hand covered her mouth as she watched her little sister being double teamed. Wes was rubbing her underneath while he fucked her. Jack was feeling her tits and pinching her nipples. She convulsed in orgasm, moaning over the cock in her mouth and grinding back against the one in her from behind. The two men held her through her climax, smiling to each other. Then they resumed rocking her back and forth on their cocks until Jack eventually ejaculated in her mouth, holding her head while his dick throbbed and she swallowed down his semen, and Wes gave another series of powerful thrusts and came in her belly, his head back and his body pressed hard up behind her as he came inside of her.

  16

  Angela walked down the stairs in a daze. She collected a beach towel and went out the back. Her body virtually sizzled as she lowered into the pool, still in her clothing. She was floating on her back staring up at the sky and thinking about how her new life would be living there with her uncle.

  “Angela! Do you have a minute?” Mr. Peters called from over the fence. She could see him through the palings. “You might want to see this,” he suggested. He was looking toward the bottom end of his yard.

  Angela walked from the pool, wrapping her towel around her wet clothing. She went down the back to see what was happening. There was no sign of Missy. Her broken chain was lying in the dirt. “Oh, my!” she cried as she peered over the fence. There was her uncle’s Labrador with a big hairy mutt on her back, absolutely going to town humping her.

  Mr. Peters pointed to where the two dogs had dug a hole under the fence. “I think they planned this together.”

  Angela giggled through her blush. Rexy had settled, obviously locked into place. Missy was smiling ear to ear. Mr. Peters opened the gate for Angela to walk through into his yard. He ushered her and stood behind her watching the dogs.

  “There’s nothing to do, I suppose,” he said. “Might as well let them mate fully now. I think this is not their first coupling. I thought I heard something an hour ago, but I was tied up on the phone…. I’d say he’s servicing her again to be sure.”

  “Uh huh,” Angela uttered, glancing back up at the older man, his huge frame and mature presence making her knees wobbly.

  “Too bad – I’d just come out to watch you in the pool.” He raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to come visit me instead? I could show you the sex pad.”

  “Where you and Uncle make your films?” Angela asked curiously. She had noticed the scene was always the same with a bed and couch in a room with a big mirror.

  “That’s right, love. But no cameras – I promise.”

  He led the way. Angela followed, not knowing what she thinking. They entered through his laundry.

  “Do you want to pop those wet clothes in the dryer for twenty minutes?” he asked.

  “Okay,” Angela replied, and she stretched her panties off and tossed them in, then she tugged her dress from beneath the big towel, keeping it in place as Mr. Peters watched her.

  He smiled warmly. “I know this is a horrible way to put it, but I need to know if you’re going to let me fuck you, love? It’s just that I need to take a little blue pill to maintain an erection these days, and it takes 15 minutes to take effect.”

  Angela blushed. “Oh – you mean Viagra?” That was a fascinating thought to her.

  He rolled his eyes. “I know…. I mean, I can get it up, but the frigging thing’s so huge and takes so much blood flow to stay hard…. I just can’t keep it up anymore.” He looked down at the bulge that was forming in the leg of his pants, shaking his head. He looked back up shrugging helplessly.

  He had a funny face. It p
ut Angela at ease. “Umm…. If I say yes – can I say ‘when’ if it’s too big?”

  “Certainly! It’s best if you climb onto my lap and keep control of the depth. That way you can take as much as you’re comfortable with.” He was firming more. He adjusted to allow it to expand to one side, upward and toward his hip.

  He led along a hallway and stopped in a bathroom to take his pill. Angela just watched, fascinated. She had heard the jokes about Viagra making guys hard and them not being able to get their dicks to soften for hours. She wondered what it was really like when a guy used it. It was supposed to be for older men, she thought. He would probably just be like normal.

  The fact that she was about to be fucked by Mr. Peters had kind of just happened. She had of course been fantasising about it since seeing him in the porno clips. And the flashing and teasing was sort of about that. But she hadn’t planned to actually do it.

  He ushered her into the room in the film clips. It was unchanged. There was a big soft looking couch and a double bed. There was a huge mirrored wardrobe and two cameras on tripod stands.

  “I can’t stay long,” Angela uttered, twisting her hands in front.

  Mr. Peters undressed his pants, leaving his shirt on. He had powerful thighs. His penis hung down but was levering away from his body. It was roped in thick veins. His balls hung between his legs, swinging low in a loose sac. He was trimmed. His package looked no different to a younger man, Angela thought.

  He guided her back onto the couch. She touched his head as he lowered to his knees in front of her and kissed her thigh. He pulled her forward. She shifted for him. He positioned her on the edge of the lounge cushion and parted her legs, lifting the bottom of the towel and kissing her pussy. He covered it and kissed it like he was kissing her mouth. He wet her and inserted his tongue. She gripped the lounge cushion and opened her legs wide.