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  Tanya called her over when she had the computer started up. “Look at this one…. See – Vera has both hands around it and there’s still like enough room for another one. And she can’t even touch her fingers all the way around. That’s amazing!”

  “I think the bit sticking out of her hands is about the size of Jack’s,” Angela giggled.

  Tanya clicked past some pictures. “And there – look, it’s all the way in her. Imagine how deep in her belly that must be. How does she even do that?”

  “It looks like it’s hurting a bit there.”

  “I guess it takes a little while to get used to it.”

  “So, what was Stan like? Is he big or small?” Angela asked.

  “He’s pretty big – longer than Wes and about the same thickness. I couldn’t take all of Stan’s in my mouth. I had to hold it when he was cumming because he was trying to stick it down my throat…. He came a lot too. I can still taste it. Yucky!”

  “It would be exciting to suck some other guy off. I wouldn’t mind tasting his semen.”

  Tanya grinned. “I know. I’m not complaining. It tastes yucky, but I still like it.”

  They checked some more clips, skipping those with their uncle in them.

  “He always takes her from behind. Either lying behind her or with her bent over. I guess she might prefer it like that because of his size,” Angela suggested.

  There were clips taken at a beach with Vera topless and men checking her out. She played up to the camera all the time, really enjoying it, it seemed. There was one clip filmed in the car with Vera seemingly holding the camera while Uncle fingered her. Then she gave him the camera and started sucking him off.

  “Okay – enough of that. We had better go and see if these trolls want some lunch. We could make them sandwiches to have while they watch their game.”

  “And we could bake them a nice apple pie for sweets tonight,” Tanya added. “That would be fun.”

  “Should I go down like this?” Angela asked, looking at herself in the wardrobe mirror. “This really shows my boobs without a bra, doesn’t it?”

  “I think it looks great,” Tanya said, peering over her shoulder. “The guys will love it.”

  “Okay, then, but I have to get some panties.”

  Tanya went down. Angela found her panties on the floor in the bedroom and pulled them on. She found Tanya in the kitchen being kissed by Mark. They broke off right away.

  Angela blushed at Mark. His eyes flashed down to her breasts. He was the shyest of the guys. “How come I didn’t get a kiss like that last night?” she teased him.

  “Yeah – not fair!” Tanya said.

  “Should I have?” Mark asked, peering around the doorway.

  He was quite tall. Angela had stepped close to get things from the fridge. She peered up at him. “You could have if you wanted…. Still can,” she said sweetly.

  He checked with Tanya. She was leaning over the counter grinning. “Go on…. And properly,” she said.

  Mark turned back to Angela. He glanced at her breasts again. She bit her bottom lip. He placed two big hands upon her hips, and she went weak in the knees. She tilted her head back as he lowered to her, her lips parting, his breath warm and a little like beer. His arm went around her. His other hand pressed to her side, his thumb beneath her breast. She met his tongue, caressing it with hers. It was so amazing that she was tasting another guy’s mouth. She slipped arms around his neck, pressing closer to him and feeling his package against her belly

  “Yeah, that’s nice,” Tanya said in commentary.

  When Angela was released her nipples were hard. Mark had another, more deliberate look. She met his eyes when they lifted. “Do you like this dress?” She was tingling all over.

  “I like it a lot,” he said.

  “She looks hot in it, doesn’t she?” Tanya enthused. She had claimed Angela’s shoulders and pressed close behind her. “Oops! Guess who liked being kissed,” she giggled looking down at Angela’s nipples, as was Mark again.

  “Tan!” Angela scolded. “Come on – we have to make lunch.”

  Mark returned to the lounge with the guys. Angela made sandwiches, grinning gleefully and a little guiltily all the while. Tanya was chattering, but it was just noise. She took some sandwiches in. Jack approached behind Angela, and she leaned against him.

  His hands lifted from her waist and cupped her breasts. “Sexy!”

  She moved his arms down. “Thanks…. You seemed to like me like this just before, so I thought the other guys might too,” she tried, teasingly.

  “Oh, you did, huh?”

  “Uh huh…. Mark liked me like this…. He kissed me right there against the fridge.”

  “He did?” Jack’s voice was dry, weak, a touch of strain in it, but masked.

  His nervousness excited Angela a little more. “I’m going to let Stan and Paul both kiss me again too if they want to,” she whispered to him. “Or they can hold me like you are – in this dress – with no bra on,” she went on teasingly. She pressed her bum against his package. He was slightly aroused. “Do you like me crazy like this?”

  “I like you like this,” Jack breathed into her ear.

  “Do you think the other guys will too, Jack?”

  His voice tightened again. “Yeah, they will.”

  “I can see Stan about to come in here. Will you go back to the lounge now, please? Leave me here alone so he can look at my tits and maybe kiss me?”

  “Okay – I’ll go outside,” Jack said. “It’s hard to not watch at all.”

  “We got any more cold beers?” Stan asked, entering the kitchen and opening the fridge.

  “In the garage. I’ll get some,” Jack replied, and he slipped out the back door.

  Angela wrung her hands in front, facing Stan and looking at him. He turned from searching in the fridge, and his eyes widened as they flashed to her still erect nipples. She just bit down on her smile, scrunching her shoulders and peering down at the cleavage that created. “Do you like?” she asked sweetly, peering up.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  Her blush rose up. Stan looked out the back, craning his neck.

  “Don’t worry about Jack,” Angela said. “You can kiss me again if you want…. I mean – whenever….”

  The guy was next to her instantly. He was quite tall. She touched his chest as he gathered her close. His kiss was urgent. She relaxed into him. He bent her back in his arms. His mouth was open, but he hadn’t presented his tongue. Angela extended hers, inviting him fully into her. That lifted his urgency even further, and she moaned softly as he explored her mouth. She clutched his wrist as his hand closed over a breast. She just held on, but didn’t pull his arm away. He squeezed her and thumbed her nipple.

  Angela swivelled in his embrace, twisting around so he was cuddling her from behind. She held his arms down low with his hands upon her belly. “Thank you. That was nice,” she said sweetly.

  “So, we’re allowed to kiss you now, eh? Jack said we didn’t have to pretend not to notice you for the rest of the weekend.”

  “Yes, that’s right. We’re the ones pretending – that we’re not a serious couple…. Kind of like having a break before we walk down the aisle.”

  “Ah, yeah – sounds like a cool idea. Jack’s already said I will be best man. So, this is like a pre-wedding weekend of freedom. Like a bucks and hens night kind of thing?”

  “Hmm – something like that. We don’t really know what it is. It’s just that this weekend feels a bit crazy, and I want to go with it…. Jack is letting me. It’s fun.”

  Angela still held Stan’s arms. His hand was flat against her belly, his fingertips tracing along the waistband of her panties. That was creating sparks. She just snuggled back against him and pretended to not notice when the gentle tickling lowered until he was touching her shaved mons.

  She turned her head and met his lips again. “Um….” she uttered as his fingers pressed more firmly against her pussy. He gripped her there
as his tongue entered her mouth. She twisted back around, squirming away from his long fingers.

  “Just wondering if you were shaved. We couldn’t decide last night,” he chuckled into her mouth. He snaked his hand down and felt her again, cupping her pussy firmly with his middle finger pressing between her labia.

  “Yes, I am shaved, and you’re bad,” she scolded playfully, squirming away again, and that time pushing clear of his clutches.

  She smoothed back her hair while his eyes roamed her body. Jack edged in through the back door with a carton of beer. Stan helped him break open the six-packs and stack them in the fridge. The three of them set up at the breakfast bar with sandwiches and beers. They were seated on stools, Angela in between the two men, well suiting the way she was feeling.

  “I think it’s smart, what you guys are doing,” Stan announced after a spell of stunted small talk about the weather and having a swim later. “Are you just having a weekend break, or a bit longer? You’ve been together since we were kids. I bet if you got married and never did something like this, it wouldn’t last…. Like, the chances of going through from young teens to old age completely exclusive – nope, can’t see as how that would work except for a really rare case.”

  “It’s not a break. We’re not breaking up,” Angela replied, including Jack in what she was saying. “Are we, Jack? It’s not like we’re splitting up or anything, is it?”

  “Hell no…. Not like that at all,” Jack declared. “It’s more like a hippie free-love weekend, but without the full-on sex,” he tried with a bit of a grin. “Yeah, that’s what it is – free loving like the hippies used to do.”

  “Hey, that’s what I was thinking,” Angela agreed excitedly. “I thought of the hippies too. It’s just like that, Stan.”

  Stan grinned. “Oh, yeah?” He then lifted Angela’s chin with his finger and kissed her lips. It was just a short open-mouth kiss without tongue that time. He peered around at Jack, grinning. “Like that, buddy?”

  Angela turned to Jack as well, blushing and biting down on her smile.

  Jack shook his head, in defeat it seemed. He chuckled. “Yep – like that…. Nice, buddy. Thanks!”

  Stan grinned. “Hey, I’m just helping out.”

  They both laughed. “Anyway, I’m going to have a nap for a couple of hours,” Jack said. “I didn’t get much sleep this morning.”

  He cleared away his plate. Angela stacked the dishwasher. She stood as Stan approached from behind and cuddled her.

  He kissed her neck, a very sensitive place for her to be kissed. She tilted her head, offering him access to explore there. She turned within his arms as Jack appeared and picked up his mobile phone from the counter. Angela met his eyes. She lifted her head as Stan continued kissing and softly sucking on her neck. Stan seemed very passionate. It was different for Angela. His hands kneaded the flesh of her back. He was rubbing upward, and that action gathered her dress. Jack’s gaze lowered to her legs. Stan kissed her mouth, his fingers raking, and he found bare skin. He had a hand under her dress, still just feeling her back, but her dress had stretched up to above her hips.

  Angela tilted her head aside as Stan returned to kissing her neck. She peered down to see her panties were completely exposed. Stan had his arm fully beneath her dress, and he was rubbing the back of her neck with that hand. Angela’s dress was short and a tight fit but made of soft stretch cotton. With it bunched up so high at the back, the front had gathered above her belly.

  She bit her lip and grinned as Jack looked up from her panties to meet her eyes again. He had backed around the brick wall and remained peering from the edge of it. Angela was about to be kissed again, and she opened her lips and presented her tongue. Stan cupped her face, and she held Jack’s gaze as his buddy inserted his tongue into her mouth. Stan licked her then forced his tongue back in deep. With the hand up the back of her dress, he cradled her head. She closed her eyes as he bent to her lips again. She relaxed completely and let him ravage her mouth.

  Stan pressed her back against the fridge. He claimed one of her legs and lifted it, opening her as he ground against her down below. He continued probing her mouth with his tongue while crouching to align his package with her crotch.

  Stan eased up his passionate attack. His free hand trailed from her shoulder, down her arm and side. He caressed her skin and felt her panties at her hip. He held her hip, his other hand still clutching her leg. Her dress remained bunched above her belly. She smiled shyly. “You’re a great kisser.”

  “Thanks…. Come lie on the couch with me for a minute?”

  “Um….” Angela could see Jack was still there behind the wall.

  “Just for a minute?” Stan went on, nuzzling her neck.

  Angela bit down on her lip as he met Jack’s eyes. “Um…. Maybe for a minute,” she uttered, her blush rising.

  “Yeah – come on then,” Stan said and led her from the kitchen.

  She glanced back at her fiancé but was pulled away from his gaze. She saw him peering around the other side of the brick wall when she was led to the couch in the lounge room. She sat down, peering up at Stan. He kissed her and knelt over her, working her onto her back. He lifted one of her legs and positioned it against the back of the couch. His erection was prominent beneath his shorts as he lay down on her.

  Angela lifted her head, allowing him to kiss her neck and checking back over the arm of the couch to see if Jack was still there. He was hiding behind the wall, watching discreetly. Angela held Stan’s head close, keeping his face turned. He sucked on her neck and ground his erection against her pussy. He rolled his pelvis, dry humping her slowly and forcefully. Angela held Jack’s eyes as she went into orgasm. She gripped Stan tight and writhed against him. He sought her lips and extended his tongue into her mouth.

  “Did you just cum?” he said into another kiss.

  “Hmm – I couldn’t help it,” Angela replied shyly, and she glanced back again to see Jack walking up the stairs.

  Stan lifted his upper body and tilted his head to look at her. She looked down at herself too, seeing her exposed belly – flat, toned and still quivering. Her little white panties were a full bikini brief. She never wore a thong or boy-leg or anything, just a traditional cut. These had no lace, but most of her others did. Stan slipped a finger beneath the waist band and ran it along to the middle. He just moved it back and forth at first, then he pulled the band out a bit.

  Angela caught a breath and held it while he looked at her down there. “Um…. Stan!”

  He smiled. Glancing up at her then tilting his head for another look. Angela claimed his wrist and held it as he stretched the front of her panties down. She still had her legs spread. He lifted and had a better look. She lowered her leg from the back of the couch and closed her other one across. He smoothed the front of her panties back into place and met her blush with another grin.

  She squirmed from beneath him. “I’d better go see what has happened to my sister. We’re supposed to be baking apple pie.”

  “I think Mark took her upstairs, Ang.”

  “Oh! Well, I need to check on Jack too. He was watching just then, and I want to make sure he’s okay.”

  Angela left Stan lying on the couch holding his erection. She tugged her dress properly into place and smoothed back her hair as she climbed the stairs. Jack was visible resting on a single bed in one of the smaller rooms. She peeped in and saw he was still awake. “Hi,” she said.

  “Hey, baby.”

  “Are you okay? You said to tease you – make you jealous.” Angela sat on the edge of the bed.

  “No – that’s fine. It’s freaky, but I’ll live.” He offered a smile and squeezed her hand.

  She nodded, feeling a little guilty. “You know, I was thinking I might have been unfair to you with what I said before.”

  “Unfair? How? You’re not being unfair – trust me!”

  “I mean – we’re supposed to be having this free love weekend, and I’m not letting you join in
, am I? You get to watch everyone else, and you’re not allowed to actually participate…. That isn’t fair!”

  Jack sat up a bit. “What do you mean? I had sex with you an hour ago. That’s further than any of these guys have gotten, I hope.” He grinned.

  Angela smiled back. “Yes – that is further than they’ve gotten…. But that’s nothing different to usual, is it? I mean, I hope it’s still exciting for you, but how is this weekend any different to usual?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not getting you, baby.”

  Angela huffed a breath. “Maybe you should actually try to kiss my sister again,” she got out awkwardly. “I mean, Tanya likes you. If I tell her I don’t mind, I think she would just treat you like the other guys…. But you can’t have sex with her like they all are.”

  “No, of course not,” Jack agreed quickly.

  His eyes had sparked with interest. Angela shook her head knowingly.

  “She would probably let you kiss her again. She’s letting all the others screw her, so I’m sure you could get kisses.”

  “Is she alright? They’re not taking advantage of her?”

  “No – she’s fine. She knows what she’s doing…. I think Mark might be screwing her right now, though, which makes three of them so far, and we’ve only been here 24 hours.”

  Jack nodded. “Okay, then. But tell me if you want them to stop. I might be letting them all kiss my girlfriend but if things start getting out of hand I’ll step up.”

  That made Angela smile all the way down to her belly. Jack was no wimp. He had punched a few guys over her already. That had happened back in school, but he had a mean look when angry, and she imagined other men would think twice about taking him on. His little boast right then had added the one ingredient that was missing. It made her feel completely safe.

  She kissed him softly. “Okay – get some sleep. And tonight you can try and get a kiss off my little sister…. I’ll tell her you’re allowed to play too.”

  “Cool.” Jack grinned as Angela flashed a look over her shoulder on the way out the door.