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  "Well, just stand up here." He helped her up onto the step with her back to the wall, then he encouraged her to lean forward and hold onto the washbasin, which was on the opposite wall.

  "Should I take this off?" she asked, indicating her jacket.

  It was still open. Clarke held it while she slipped out of it, and she gave me her bra to put with her purse.

  The men following had filled the room. There was one shuffling about behind the wall.

  Lola bent over again and tugged her skirt up over her belly. She was holding the basin with one hand as she reached between her legs. I could see the head of a cock poking through the hole, and she felt for it and guided it into her opening.

  Her eyes then closed, and she held the basin and pressed her bottom back against the wall. A guy had gripped the top of the wall, and he started bumping against it hard enough to shake it and cause Lola's tits to bounce.

  She looked to me. "Someone's fucking me," she said, sort of playfully, but her smile soon ended, and she started biting down on her lower lip as her breathing deepened. Suddenly the guy stopped, though. He was still gripping the wall and obviously pressed up against it.

  Lola turned to me again. "He's cumming in me now," she said softly.

  "Is it deep?" Clarke asked casually.

  "Umm – yes it is," Lola replied, smiling up at him.

  She then looked around behind herself, and after a moment she reached between her legs again. A different pair of hands were clutching the top of the wall, and suddenly it started rocking again. She quickly held to the basin and pressed herself backwards, arching her back.

  Clarke scooted beneath and suckled onto one of her nipples, and she writhed her chest down against his mouth. She looked back at me. I reached beneath to feel for her clit. The guy's cock was spearing in and out, and I rubbed her little button against it, but suddenly he was still, and I could feel him pulsing.

  I could feel the jets of semen gushing from him and deep into my wife. I could feel his shaft throbbing powerfully. Lola’s pussy was stretched around it, dripping from the previous load.

  She peered back over her shoulder at me. "Can you feel that?"

  I nodded. Her eyes then closed as Clarke moved to her other tit. Then the cock withdrew from her, and another one replaced it.

  It slipped straight in and all the way up her. I went back to work on her clit, rubbing it against the slippery underside of the new cock that was thrusting in and out of her, and suddenly Lola convulsed back against the wall. The guy fucking her must have felt it too because he slowed his thrusts into her until her body relaxed, then he started pounding against the wall again.

  I held her hips while he fucked her. She'd recovered and watched me back over her shoulder until suddenly the guy jolted against the wall and held firm.

  "He's cumming now," Lola whispered to me. "And he's really deep in me too, just like the first two were."

  "There's got to be a short one soon," Clarke chuckled.

  "And that'd be fine too," Lola said, but she then reached between her legs distractedly.

  "Another one's in me now," she said as she smiled back at me.

  We maintained eye contact that time. Clarke was sitting beneath her on the stool playing with her tits, and we held our gaze while that guy fucked her and until he was obviously cumming in her.

  She then reached beneath and guided the next one, and we silently waited while he fucked her as well.

  "How many is that?" she asked me softly.

  "I don't know – maybe five or six.” I stroked hair from her forehead. “Do you want to stop now?"

  "No, let them keep going," she uttered, but her voice was cut short as the wall started thumping again, and she ground herself back against it until her entire body again started convulsing.

  "Yeah – cum on that cock!" the guy called out. "Fuck, she's still tight," he then called to the other men waiting.

  "Oh, just fill me up," Lola moaned beneath her breath. Clarke had gotten up. He stuffed his cock in her mouth and started fucking her face. The guy on the other side was pounding the wall, and suddenly he was pressed against it. He finished unloading and withdrew, and Lola was pulled forward by Clarke's hold of her head.

  I saw another cock trying to poke into her so I held her hips back and reached beneath to guide it. There was cum running down her legs and the head of the cock speared into her easily. Clarke was doubled over and unloading in her mouth. He finished and collapsed back onto the stool.

  "Is there many more?" Lola asked me.

  I checked and saw three waiting with their cocks in their hands. "Three after this guy."

  The guy humping against the wall held firm, and Lola smiled a little as she looked back over her shoulder. "I think I'm getting a bit full."

  "Do you want me to stop them now?"

  "No – it's okay to let another three. I'm not sore or anything. I can just feel it running down my legs and…." she paused and reached beneath to guide the next guy in. "And umm – it feels really nice and that but umm…." The guy fucking her started pounding against the wall, and Lola's eyes closed as she braced herself back against it. She held herself firmly there with her tits bouncing until the guy clamped himself as far up her as he could and ejaculated.

  Lola waited until he withdrew, then she stood and stretched her back. "I might just suck these last ones," she said to Clarke and I. "But can I have my panties please. I'm leaking everywhere."

  We watched her put her little panties on, and I could see through the hole that the guy there was waiting too. "Can I have the stool?" she asked Clarke, and when she positioned it the guy fed his cock through the hole.

  Lola took it in her hand and stroked it a few times, then she opened her mouth over the head and sucked it. Within a few minutes her head stopped bobbing, and again that little furrow in her brow appeared, letting me know another man was cumming in her mouth.

  She swallowed that load and kissed the guy's cock then waited for the next one. It was soon provided, and she started the same routine. She began by stroking it a few times, but before she had secured it in her mouth, a thick spurt of cum shot from it and hit her tongue and lips. She quickly closed her lips over the head, though, and she held still while the guy finished.

  ****

  Clarke left us. Lola cleaned her legs in the washbasin with some paper towel. She made herself presentable, and we kind of snuck out and back to our hotel room.

  Collapsed on the bed, she smiled up at me. "Did you like watching me do that?"

  "Yeah, but how do you feel?" I smoothed my hand over her belly.

  "Umm – tingly all over."

  "You're not sore?" I felt lower and slipped my hand down the front of her panties.

  "No, I'm okay. Maybe I'll be a bit sore tomorrow but that just feels nice now."

  She was hot and slippery, and I opened her pussy lips and felt around inside of her. She got up onto her elbows and watched what I was doing for a moment.

  "I like being a slut," my wife then uttered. It was the first time I'd ever heard her use the word, and her face was a bit red, but she didn't look away when I met her eyes. "And I liked having those men cum in me like that," she went on a little tentatively. “I don’t imagine many of them would have been vasectomised.”

  I nodded. I had thought about it, of course, but things had just sort of happened. I had been fixed years ago, so Lola didn’t need any kind of contraception.

  “I think I should be safe, though,” she went on sweetly. “I’m late enough in my cycle this time, and we’ll just have to be careful with timing when you want to bring me back here again.”

  I gulped. “Again?”

  Lola smiled. “Oh, yes – I definitely want to try this again!”

  GANGBANGED

  Vince looked at the young blonde’s wedding ring, and the guy she was with glanced down at it then smiled up over her shoulder. His eyes levelled upon Vince’s, and he shook his head. The entire exchange being Vince’s questio
n ‘are you two married’ and his response ‘she is but not to me’. The guy’s hand then swept to the small of her back, and he bent to her, kissing her passionately, and Vince turned back to the wheel of his newly acquired half cabin cruiser.

  Vince owned a half share in an adult video and accessories store. He had only bought the boat two weeks before, along with the small taxi business on the lake that was mostly running people to their secluded cabins for the weekend. And being Friday, it had been a busy afternoon, but he intended to knock off after that run.

  He settled back for the ten minute cruise across the still, black lake. There was no moon – the sky alight with a few million stars, the warm summer breeze thick and heavy, tranquil water lapping at the sides of the boat, the hum of the outboard drowning the absolute silence, and the sweet murmur of the young woman – her hot, wet lips glistening in the dim light from the instrument console as Vince glanced back over his shoulder.

  She was maybe 22, blonde and wearing a short, chequered skirt and a thin, white top with a button up front. It was of a lightly woven cotton and hugged her narrow waist, rising to smoothly hold her smallish breasts. And with the guys hand pressed firmly to her side, Vince could see the lacy top of her bra, which he thought was pink but wasn’t sure.

  His appreciation then lowered to her legs – firm and slender, slightly parted and with the short skirt falling away beneath. He strained to see within the shadowed area between them where a hint of white was almost visible.

  Vince must have been squinting. The guy smiled up at him again, then bent to the woman once more, closing his mouth over hers as his hand slipped to her knee.

  She wouldn’t have known Vince was looking, and the guy held Vince’s eyes and moved her knee aside, parting her legs. Her fingers folded around his wrist, but he kissed her passionately, squeezing her knee and forcing her legs to open a little.

  Vince then had a good view up the young woman’s skirt. He could clearly see her little white panties as the guy’s hand worked to her inner-thigh, and her legs closed as his fingers pressed into the shiny fabric. Her hand then moved up his arm and clung to the sleeve of his shirt – her fingers twisting the fabric – nervously, tentatively tugging at it.

  Vince could see the muscles in the guy’s forearm flexing with the movement of his hand. He had it wedged between the girl’s legs. She appeared to be squeezing her knees together as her head lowered and sought his shoulder, turning away. And she nestled below his chin holding onto his sleeve, with her knees then straying a little.

  Vince saw that fingers were inside of the girl, and he glanced up to find the guy grinning.

  “No, Love, he’s busy driving the boat, and it’s too dark to see anything,” Vince heard the guy explain softly, his free hand closing against the side of the young woman’s head, and he held her there while her legs strayed further apart and he slipped his hand down the front of her panties and continued to work her firmly. She remained still and just clinging to his sleeve – her hips rolling and bracing while his fingers searched up inside of her.

  Vince slowed the engine and set course with an idea flashing to mind. He picked up his torch and held it so the guy could see it.

  The guy’s head dipped in agreement, so he turned it on, holding his hand over the end and carefully aiming it between the woman’s legs. He then lifted his hand slowly and allowed the beam to touch her thighs, lighting them and lighting her little shiny panties.

  The guy then kissed her hair and drove his fingers up her again – her hips lifting as he deftly peeled her panties aside, with his fingers arching back and holding the fabric. And Vince leaned closer to examine the reddened, dripping little slit he was fingering.

  He had two fingers in her. Beneath them, Vince could see clear fluid seeping. The young woman’s hips were rolling and humping down against the guy’s hand, his thumb rubbing over her clit, his free hand firmly clamping her head to his chest while he showed Vince her slit. And then she held – her body tense and shuddering, her unwitting moan escaping upon a breath as her pussy juice dripped onto the back seat of the boat.

  She was then still, and the guy continued to feel her softly, with his fingers no longer up inside of her but gently caressing her puffy little slit. But she began to stir, and Vince quickly extinguished the torch and turned as she passionately sought the guy’s lips.

  ****

  Vince was fully erect, his cock absolutely rigid. He docked and waved without standing as his passengers climbed onto the pier. He then waited until they’d disappeared into the darkness before following.

  He’d seen the cabin in the daylight and knew the way. He found the narrow path leading to the front door as a light went on inside, and he crept around the side to a window, peering in to find a single room with a double bed against the far wall and a big couch in the centre.

  The man and woman were standing in front of the couch kissing passionately. Vince searched around to be sure it was safe to watch from there. Looking up, though, he saw a trapdoor that appeared to be an entry to a loft, and there was a wooden ladder beneath it. He was about to climb up when the trapdoor opened, and he hurried for cover in the bushes before these guys started piling out. He counted five, with the last one passing a case of beer down before descending.

  “Should we just knock on the door?” one of them chuckled, peering in the window. And another two of the guys crowded around him to have a look.

  “Fuck, she’s sweet! Look at her,” one of them enthused. He was a short, fat guy with a thick mop of curly hair.

  Two of them had rounded the front of the cabin, and the other three soon shuffled along behind. Vince listened to them laughing and discussing what would be the best excuse for being there. It seemed the guy inside had invited them but didn’t want the woman to know.

  Vince scurried back to the window and watched and listened as they knocked and the door opened.

  “Fishing’s next weekend!” the guy inside protested innocently as he stepped back and allowed his buddies to file into the small cabin.

  The young woman, Catherine, had retreated to a small kitchenette and stood trying to smile politely while peering from behind a breakfast bar with her arms folded across her breasts. Her back was to Vince and he could see that her bra was undone.

  He decided to slip up to the loft at that point, scaling the ladder silently, and he found a row of bunks. The small room was sealed from the cabin except for a trapdoor, which was open and offered a good view of the room below, so he settled there in the darkness to watch.

  “Are they staying?” he heard young Catherine ask the man she had apparently agreed to spend the weekend with. She was still hiding in the kitchenette and still covering her breasts defensively.

  The guy kissed her forehead softly. “Sorry, love, but there’s no way for them to get back tonight. It’ll be okay,” he offered warmly, glancing over at his buddies.

  They were getting comfortable – passing beers around, one of them rolling a joint. Catherine was left standing alone. Her man went across to a basket they had brought and pulled out a bottle of wine. He poured a glass and offered it to her, enticing her to join the party. After a moment she made her way to the couch, slipping onto the end and crossing her legs.

  She was then facing where Vince was positioned. The guys gathered around, making use of the chairs from the breakfast bar, and a few of them sat on the floor. They started chatting and joking, and after an hour or so Vince was beginning to cramp so he quietly laid down flat.

  The guy sitting next to Catherine had spent the hour with his arm around her, and Vince noticed she had stolen an opportunity to fix her bra. She seemed to be fairly relaxed. Her glass was being topped up regularly. They’d passed around two joints before she agreed to smoke a little, though, and when she’d had a few tokes her demeanour changed. Her smile had become permanent, and finally, after having to reach down to pass the joint to one of the guys sitting opposite, she uncrossed her legs.

  Her knee
s were still together at that point, but from above, Vince could see a little flash of white beneath her skirt. And as she stretched, arching her back and grinning up at the ceiling, a couple of the guys sat up a little and had a quick look, with her skirt lifting and her little panties available for viewing.

  The guy sitting next to her suddenly clawed at her ribs, and she doubled over laughing and writhing as he continued his assault.

  “Stop it!” she squealed as he reached behind her back and probed into her. Her legs were lashing about, spreading nicely, and the guys sat quietly watching.

  Finally the guy stopped and let her sit up, but he threatened to do it again.

  “Don’t,” Catherine protested, grinning and trying to hold onto his wrist. Her skirt had gathered up to her waist and her legs were apart. The five men in front of her were staring at her crotch, and Vince was fully erect again.

  She suddenly looked down at them all, her eyes flashing from one to another, alight and happy, her smile friendly and unknowing.

  “What?” she said finally, and she looked down at herself. “Hey – stop that!” she giggled, closing her legs and shuffling her skirt back into place.

  “Come on, baby, let's have a bit of a look?” one of the guys tried, reaching for her knee, but she slapped his hand playfully.

  “No!” she declared, and she stood shakily, but the guy beside her caught her hand and pulled her back down and started kissing her.

  “Come on, at least give us a dance,” one of the guys said, standing and claiming Catherine’s hand. And he pulled her up to his chest and started swaying awkwardly.

  “But I’m too drunk,” she complained, though she was still smiling, and she started to move with him.

  Another of them, Mark, a tall, dark haired man of about thirty, slipped into the kitchenette. He poured a fresh glass of wine and brought back the bottle.

  Catherine was being passed around by then. Her head was resting upon the third guy’s shoulder – Anthony, a well-built young guy of about twenty or so with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had on a t-shirt that was stretched firmly over his clearly defined muscles. His arm held Catherine up easily as he gently swayed to the imaginary music, with her skirt bunched up at the back and her panties on display. And as they danced in front of a guy sitting on the floor, he reached up and felt between her legs, while the guy dancing with her held her there.