Loading...About five years ago a new landlord called Dave Mullins took over the King’s Arms in Newtown, instantly rejuvenating the rundown pub with Sky Sports, Saturday night discos and karaoke, a pool table and getting a Sunday League football team up and running. Almost everything a bunch of fun-loving lads in their late twenties could wish for in a local pub, the icing on the cake came when the landlord’s daughter Kim started working behind the bar. An eighteen-year old blonde sex kitten with amazing gravity-defying boobs and a pouty smile, immediately everyone was smitten with lust.
Yet surely it would be too much to expect for her to look at a bunch of guys who, whilst not quite old enough to be her father, were overweight, crass and sex-obsessed, wasn’t it? Well no, in actual fact. Kim, it seemed, thrived on the danger, flirting like it was going out of fashion. It was John ‘Jacko’ Jackson, — admittedly the best-looking and slimmest amongst us — that made the first move, and by all accounts the lad was not to be left disappointed. Later that week, taking a few of us aside in a private conference, he reported in lascivious detail of how young Kim had cut short their date, desperate to get back to his place, and how he found her blowing his cock barely before they were even inside the front door.
Well, rugged and attractive to woman he might be, but Jacko was no brain surgeon and pretty soon Kim grew tired and moved on. It was another of the football team, Spud Murphy, who attracted the young barmaid’s undoubted charms with similar success. Kim, by all accounts, proved to be quite the adventurous little thing we fantasised about. Yet, soon enough the flighty beauty started looking elsewhere and yours truly happened to become the lucky latest recipient of her attention. And she did not fail to live up to the billing. We spent the next three months fucking one another’s brains out before she moved on to our goalkeeper Jimmy ‘Mack’ McCartney.
Over the next year and, until she went off to university, Kim went into overdrive, screwing her way through the entire football team plus three substitutes, and back again. I ensured to get my fair share and like to think that she developed a bit of a soft spot for me. Well she had one between the legs that was the cutest pink pussy in Newtown.
As I say, that was a good few years ago, following which Kim disappeared up north to university and things returned to normal. Over the next few seasons the guys from the team either got married, got fat, lost interest or moved away, until sadly we had to finish playing altogether in September owing to lack of interest. But we still used the pub on a regular basis and the four of us had gathered that night for the traditional New Year’s Eve party. All single, we were up for a little fun and a lot of flirting. It was at that moment as we took seats in the corner that landlord Dave joined us. “Kim’s turning up later,” he disclosed.
The smug and lustful looks than ran around the quartet were priceless. “Bringing her new boyfriend along,” he added as an afterthought. “She’s changed…”
As if on cue, the front door sprung open. In sashayed the still gorgeous Kim, replete in a sexy and slinky two-piece silver party outfit, causing a collective jaw-dropping. Now twenty-three, if anything, she put on a little weight around the hips and tits, the latter pressed up like a couple of plum puddings. Her blonde hair was straight and shoulder length.
In tow was the latest lucky object of her desire, a clean cut and good-looking young guy with gelled brown hair. He looked a little younger than Kim by a year or two and had clearly had a result pulling the sexy little nymph. Immediately spotting our crowd in the corner, she came bounding over. “Den!” she enthused as I stood to give her a hug, my hands stroking her back almost instinctively.
She eased away, issuing similar greetings to Jacko, Spud and Mack, as her boyfriend stood idly in the background, looking a little overwhelmed. Finally remembering him, Kim swiped his hand and brought him over. “Ian, these are some old friends of mine, Den, Jacko, Spud and Mack. Now come and meet daddy.”
We all raised a hand in greeting and grinned at one another, the evening having taking a decided turn for the better. Kim flounced off, the hem of the skirt riding up to the top of her thighs to expose a hint of plump rump.
A second round of drinks on order, Kim found her way back, blushing as we unsubtly checked out her curves and took every opportunity to get tactile. For her part she skilfully brushed aside the overt attention, ensuring to refer to her companion pointedly as “my boyfriend” so as to leave no doubt. However, that didn’t stop Jacko placing a hand on her round bum, stroking the silky soft material and administering a playful squeeze. Kim issued a stern look but made no verbal complaint.
Spud’s round, he added a vodka and lemonade for Kim and asked what Ian wanted. An initial rebuff, the youngster was eventually persuaded to accept a bottle of Bud. That meant the pair were obliged to join us at our table. Pulling up a seat, Kim was anxious to find out what we were all up to since she last saw us. As the DJ got into swing, reminiscences of a collective colourful past rang out. Nibbling on the neck of his bottle, poor Ian was somewhat excluded. Whether it occurred that each of us had had his girlfriend in just about every conceivable position wasn’t clear, but he certainly shuffled a little uncomfortably in his seat as we regaled Kim with tall tales and improbable instances. He was in for a long night.
As if to pacify, when a record came on she liked, Kim dragged him up onto the floor. A collective sigh of appreciation ran around the horny quartet as we watched the pair dance. Somewhat self-conscious, Ian shuffled stiffly. In their absence, our reminiscences took a filthy turn. Jacko recalled the time he bent Kim over the bonnet of his van in the pub car park and took her roughly from behind. Mack remembered taking her fishing and an hour-long blowjob as he held his rod tightly and she did too! Spud eulogised upon a heated fuck in the showers after football. I completed the trip down memory lane by disclosing the time she gave me a handjob under my jacket in the cinema. A bunch of selfless liars and braggards at the best of times, somehow all carried an air of authenticity. Mack summed up the feeling around the table by proclaiming: “God, I want the little slut right now.”
The song came to an end and young Ian headed off to the toilet as Kim returned to our circle. A big smile on her face, clearly she had strong feelings for her handsome and fit young boyfriend. In stark contrast, we were a bunch of unfit and balding thirty-somethings that were God’s Gift only in our own heads. Kim jumped when, upon sitting down, she found Mack’s hand was already there. He ensured to get a good grope of lovely arse before she wiggled free. “Oi, you can cut that out,” the beauty protested, amid a chorus of chuckles. “No, really,” she entreated, eyelashes fluttering. “Not in front of Ian…please.”
The inference that we could do whatsoever we liked, provided it wasn’t in front of Ian, seemed to occur to Kim a little too late and she blushed profusely. “Okay then, just a little kiss for old time’s sake,” Mack suggested as the rest of us provided verbal encouragement, causing Kim’s doe eyes to widen. “Aww, go on, just a little peck on the cheek,” Mack added with an innocent look on his chubby chops.
Glancing back towards the toilet door, Kim gestured at him to turn his head in profile. Mack obliged, eyes glinting, eyebrows rising. As Kim leaned in to kiss the stubbly jowl, quickly Mack turned his head, their lips meeting and crushing together. A sweaty hand moved behind her head and he held her in place until she shook clear with a breathless: “Nooooooo.”
Her face contorted like she’d been fed a vial of toxin. Mack, on the other hand, beamed like the cat that had got the cream. All looking up, we saw Ian standing behind. He didn’t look to be much enjoying himself. Only nine o’clock, the poor lad was surely in for a torrid time unless he lightened up a little. As if to win favour, he enquired if anyone wanted a drink. We all accepted and his heart seemed to plunge as Kim chimed: “Make mine a double, honey.”
“Atta girl,” we chorused, knowing full well what a lethal combination alcohol and the naughty little minx made.
Kim smiled awkwardly but nonetheless basking in the attention of four older guys with whom she’d had intimate relations. The bar swelling with punters out to celebrate the New Year, Ian moved out of sight behind a wall of bodies. Not to be left out, I took the opportunity to make a little move of my own. Rising to head to the toilet, I brushed up close behind Kim, hands on the sides of her breasts as I squeezed past. A little sigh fell from her lips and I’m sure she issued a half-approving smile among the stern look.
When I arrived back from the leak, Ian was still at the bar, the other three not missing an opportunity to grope Kim as all subtlety evaporated. Kim slapped at stray hands and complained bitterly, but made no attempt to move away. The fact was that the only thing the pretty little prick tease hated more than attention was no attention. She realised that we were running over in our minds the times we’d fucked her senseless and I’d bet it turned her on.
Finally Ian turned up with the drinks swimming on a round metal tray and normality was restored momentarily. Leaving the pair to a private whispered conversation, we exchanged pleasantries with other regulars as the pub topped up to capacity. It was quite quaint witnessing the lovestruck youngster place a hand on his girlfriend’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if to issue a silent warning to the four lustful onlookers that she was his.
I was sure we were all thinking the same thing: how far had he gone with Kim? Maybe she HAD changed after all. Perhaps he was still waiting for the first blowjob from those gorgeous wet lips or to part those lovely thighs and thrust his cock deep into that snug pussy with its plump moist labia. Maybe Kim had found the ‘special one’ and was holding out, a kiss his only reward thus far.
And I wouldn’t have minded betting that he was agonising whether we were just good friends, or a little more. It had to have crossed the boy’s mind that there was history between us. But surely he couldn’t even start to imagine the filthy things his precious girlfriend had engaged in with us. That thought gave me an idea. It was nasty, I know, but my cock was throbbing and I wanted to see how far we could push things. “Do you remember Mack’s thirtieth birthday?” I threw into the conversation. “What a night!”
Kim’s breathing quickened perceptively, her bottom lip started to quiver as a blush of scarlet stained her normally pale cheeks. The others roared and banged their glasses on the tables, all of course except for Ian who sat in blissful ignorance. Kim’s eyes locked on mine, appealing and I grinned back, reliving the evening in my head in glorious detail. “Honey,” she said, growing a little anxious as thoughts turned into words. “You forgot my crisps.”
Ian looked back questioningly but rose nonetheless to head back to the bar. He seemed quite glad of the excuse, a welcome release from the bawdy reminiscences. Doubtless he was counting down the time to midnight, the poor soul. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kim raised her hands in protest. “Please, please, please, not in front of Ian,” she begged.
“Mmm, but that was one hell of a spit roast,” Mack enthused. “What a birthday present!”
Kim pouted as we recalled the night in question when the five of us went back to Mack’s flat for ‘afters’. As Jacko and Spud looked on longingly, Mack ploughed into Kim from behind as she tried to suck my cock off. Ten minutes later, she did the same with Jacko and Spud, ending up with two thick loads of cum leaking out of her delicious little cunt and a belly full of warm seed. Kim fanned her face furiously, shuffling in the seat. “Come on, come for a dance,” Spud ordered.
Kim’s eyes expanded and she shook her head in heightened denial. It needed a stern and threatening look from the four of us that spoke volumes to persuade her, supplemented by Spud’s musing: “I imagine Ian would love to hear these stories…”
“You won’t tell him, will you?” Kim pleaded in genuine distress.
As she stood, Jacko ran a hand up her inner thigh, inducing a tiny whimper. Spud led her onto the floor and moments later Ian arrived back with the crisps, glancing around quizzically. “She’s just gone to the toilet,” I lied with a grin
Little did he know that his sexy girlfriend was being pawed and palmed within arm’s reach. The ironic thing was that, with his back to the floor, all apart from Ian could see Kim locked in a clinch with Spud as they gyrated. His clammy hands were all over her back, octopus-like, occasionally lowering to squeeze her arse and bring her to his crotch. Kim acted reluctant, constantly pulling back, but allowed it to continue nonetheless, persuaded by the unspoken threat. I suspect Ian guessed what was going on behind him, but he chose not to glance back as if, by doing so, it might not be happening. Yet it was, with Spud cupping Kim’s gorgeous bum cheeks and rubbing his erection into her midriff.
The song came to an end and Kim was able to slip his grasp, stealing back to the table and her boyfriend’s side. Ian issued a pursed-lip look that was hard to fathom and to which a contrite Kim responded with a consolatory expression. Ian looked around, searching for an escape route but the bar was so full of revellers these were the only seats in the house. Chomping on her packet of crisps, Kim avoided our lecherous looks and allusions to past misdemeanours.
When it was Kim’s turn at the bar, I decided it was my turn again for a little fun, following on the premise of giving her a hand. Little could she have imagined that it would be the other way round: her giving me a hand. Crowded wall to wall, we had to push through a sea of bodies, which allowed ample opportunity to rub up against the lovely Kim’s arse, smell her hair and feel her tits. My hot breath on her soft neck, I stroked the girl’s ribcage through the crimpled silver dress, palms coming to rest on those sizeable breasts. “Den, no!” she protested weakly as I rolled each diamond-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger and humped her arse. “Den, look,” she appealed, glancing over her shoulder. “I’ve changed…since then.”
“Hmm, oh really?” I replied with heavy sarcasm.
“Yes, really,” she maintained, lifting her hands in a vain attempt to brush mine from her tits.
Instead I mauled harder, really working those spongy orbs in my strong palms. Up against a wall of bodies that stretched the entire length of the bar, Kim was putty in my hands. “Please, Den,” she mouthed hoarsely.
Tilting my head forward I kissed her neck, surprising the girl with its tenderness. “So, have you and thingy, um, Ian…done things yet?” I enquired wickedly.
“No, we haven’t,” she replied huffily, shimmying free of my grasp. “We’ve only been seeing one another for six weeks.”
Six weeks! My, she had changed. “Aww, must be young love huh? And I guess he believes that you’re a good wholesome girl, yeah?”
“Yes,” she urged, head lowering. “I was young back then…and stupid.”
Fighting her way to the end of bar, we waited to catch the barman’s attention. “It’s not the same behind the bar since you left,” I lamented.
She saw right through my lame pickup, issuing a nudge in the ribs. It was then that it struck me we were so far pressed into the corner that we were virtually out of sight. Even those closest to us had their backs turned, surveying the disco. An evil idea came to mind, causing me to sigh at its ingenuity. But the fact was that I was horny as hell. Taking the mobile phone out of my pocket, I flicked onto the photo gallery. “Well, here’s a reminder of what you used to be like, in the good old days.”
Kim inhaled hard as the picture of her pretty cum-splattered face filled the tiny screen, a stark reminder indeed. “Oh my God, Den no…”
I grinned, feeling an increased tightening in my groin. “Okay, whilst we’re waiting to be served…” I mused, taking Kim’s right hand and placing it over the bulge in my trousers that was exuding warmth.
“Oh God Den, no, not here…” she protested.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I replied with disdain. “Now there’s a good girl, get on with it.”
Kim sighed miserably though I wasn’t sure whether it was mere play-acting. I’d a funny feeling she was getting somewhat wet between the legs just thinking about it. The girl thrived on danger and thrill. The former slut who, I was far from convinced was a reformed character, slid down the zip and fished around inside, unveiling the purple and bulbous cock tip she used to adore. In the shadow of the bar she began to caress the semi hard shaft. Within moments it began to inflate in her tiny fingers. Reaching across, I placed a hand on her bum, squeezing it. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in a pub full of people,” she exclaimed breathlessly, startling as my hand roved south, finding bare thigh and stroking.
“Just remember the beach, the museum, the motorway…?” I reminded her, citing just a small percentage of the places she’d either wanked or blown me back then.
It had the desired effect, for she upped the ministrations, her tiny fist sliding back and forth on my rock hard manhood. I whispered in her ear what a lovely little slut she was, to which she issued a look that was half pride, half misery. My precum was flowing freely by now and staining Kim’s fingers as she stroked. Stopping momentarily, she instinctively lifted the sticky digits to her lips to taste. “Once a slut, always a slut,” I remarked, cock jerking until she took it back firmly in hand.
Toying with the bottom of the dress, I in turn smoothed the light material up off her upper thigh and onto her arse cheek. She startled as the warm air brushed the exposed flesh. I discovered that she wore a pretty white thong beneath, tracing the line of the string down the cleft before pushing up on her pussy. She gasped and gripped my prick even more tightly, stroking firmly. Easing the patch of material aside, I let the fingertip nestle a moment in the soft cunt crack, waiting for Kim to push down upon it like in the past. She did not disappoint, lowering eagerly. Grinning, I pushed upward till it was completely submerged.
I was right: she WAS soaking wet, all that sex talk, flirting and touching doubtless having turned her on no end. The lush lips parted easily and, as I moved my finger about, a few bubbles of juice popped. The vaginal walls clung snugly to the roving digit, trapping it inside. “Damn, you love it,” I mouthed, moving my finger up and down with purpose.
“Nooooooo, please,” she countered unconvincingly as I found her swollen clit.
Finally the barman arrived in front of us and Kim tried to compose herself, ordering the round in revered tones, interspersed with little gasps as I tweaked her love button and she wanked me. Leaning in, I confided in her ear that I was close and that she wasn’t to make a mess under the bar. She knew exactly what I meant, pretending to drop her purse. My finger slid out of her cunt tunnel, glazed in sticky juices. I tasted, savouring the rich musky fluid. On her knees beneath the bar, she wanked furiously before plunging her lips to plug my cock tip. I came with real vigour, pumping wad after wad of thick creamy cum into her sweet mouth.
With little choice but to swallow, Kim did so eagerly, before rising quickly to her feet just as one stray dollop coated her philtrum. She hadn’t noticed and anyway it looked as if she had a runny nose. “I’ll finish you off later,” I whispered in her ear, nuzzling at it and kissing down to her neck, sending a discernible shiver through her body.
The drinks paid for, we conveyed them back to the table. My sperm was still on her top lip as we sat down, amid knowing smiles from the others, except Ian who clearly didn’t credit what had just happened. But the others knew me only too well. “You are my hero, Den Boy,” Spud enthused, offering a high five.
Kim gazed down forlornly, avoiding the burning eyes. As she did so, the stray seed dislodged and trickled onto her top lip. Feeling a little tickle she stuck out her tongue, tasting the thick salty deposit. With an exasperated squeal, she jumped up and sprinted to the ladies. We chuckled amongst ourselves as Ian sat uncomfortably, twiddling his thumbs and wishing he was somewhere else.
Having cleaned up and composed herself, Kim returned to relieve him. Well sort of, though I wouldn’t have minded betting that, after six weeks of dating the dirty little minx, the type of relief Ian craved was somewhat different. Little did he realise I’d just pumped ten cc’s of spunk down his girlfriend’s throat and was busily planning how to take things further — much further.
The night proceeded pretty uneventfully and, as the beer went down, so did the inhibitions, even Ian’s. Doubtless he was looking forward to getting Kim upstairs later to fuck her brains out. What a perfect way to start the New Year! We looked on as Kim dragged her boyfriend up to dance and he placed his hands on her backside a little tentatively. They looked such a perfect couple. Jacko had to go and spoil the mood by taking an excuse-me, leaving Ian to traipse back dejectedly to the table. “Never mind, son,” sympathised Spud hollowly, ruffling his hair like he was ten years old.
We observed as Jacko swung Kim around like a rag doll, taking every opportunity to paw and maul at her gorgeous lumps and bumps. Rising, the other three of us surrounded the girl and enjoyed a group grope. Mack whooped with glee as a tug at the thong caused it to slide down to Kim’s knees. She tried desperately to pull it back up but four pairs of strong hands stopped her. In the enduing struggle the tiny garment was ripped to shreds. The hem of the skirt at mid thigh, Kim was very exposed and would have to spend the rest of the night that way. When she was allowed to return to Ian, she ensured to keep her knees pressed tightly together though it was possible to make out the scent of pussy amid the smoke and body odour.
Midnight arrived with a live TV link on the big screen and a countdown by Big Ben, marked by streamers flying through the air, whoops and cheers and, of course, lots of kisses. Ian could only watch in stunned silence as Jacko grabbed his girl and forced his tongue down her throat. Spud and Mack followed suit with equal lack of subtlety before Kim tottered my way, throwing her arms around my neck resignedly.
I lifted her lithe body to mine, feasting on her delicious mouth. All resistance shot to pieces, she made no attempt to stop my tongue roving over hers, though it was just a little disconcerting knowing that there might still be traces of my cum inside. With the other three looking on in awe, my hands slipped down her spine to the tops of her thighs. Lifting the hem quickly, I exposed her gorgeous bare arse to them. They cheered more loudly than at midnight. Realising her predicament, Kim scrambled free, chastising me drunkenly before falling into the arms of her waiting boyfriend, as if that might protect her.
Three-quarters of an hour passed and the pub had begun thinning out when Dave the landlord came over. “We’re closing at one o’clock, lads,” he disclosed. “But you four are more than welcome to come upstairs for a late one.”
I was just about to turn down the generous offer when it occurred to me that Kim would doubtless be staying too. Now what a pleasant thought that was! Evidently the other three realised it too as they were quick to accept. As more couples drifted away into the cold and foggy night, the pub cleared until just seven of us remained. Ian’s heart seemed to plunge when it dawned on him that we weren’t leaving like the others. Dave grabbed a bucketful of beers and a bottle of tequila and we headed upstairs. Half-pissed, half-pissed off, young Ian slumped down in an armchair and covetously pulled Kim into his lap.
The rest of us sat around necking Buds and chatting about football with Dave for an hour. When the Buds disappeared we moved on to tequila, complete with the salt thing drunken people do. Even young Ian joined in though he looked weary-eyed, forcing himself to stay awake in a vain attempt to out-drink us and impress Kim as she snuggled in his lap. Another hour elapsed before her father issued a huge yawn and announced he was going to bed. He said we were welcome to stay and that Kim would let us out.
The expression on Ian’s face when he realised we were staying even longer was priceless as his world imploded. We consoled him with a treble measure of tequila. Still desperate to appear big in front of the group of older men and his cute girlfriend, he downed the glass in one. A big mistake, the youngster gagged and spluttered, spraying the contents all over Kim’s top. With a squeal she jumped off his lap. “Look what you’ve done, you…arrrgggh.”
A large wet patch had appeared across Kim’s breasts, accentuating the nipples beneath that had sprouted proudly. Ian’s eyes rolled in his head and he seemed to lose consciousness as a chorus of “Get ’em off, get ’em off, get ’em off,” rang around the rowdy group of perverted onlookers. As Kim flustered, Mack seized the initiative by grabbing a slender wrist and pulling the beauty onto his lap. As Kim fell back and her feet elevated, the skirt rode up obscenely and we all got a glimpse of pink snatch.
With the girl in his lap and poor Ian making facial expressions like a floundering fish that had given up fighting, Mack fumbled at Kim’s waist, rolling up the silver top to just beneath her breasts. A little too drunk or too tired, or both perhaps, she offered little resistance, lifting her arms up straight above the head. A tug and the top came off in Mack’s hands, leaving Kim in just a pretty white lacy half-cup and the tiny skirt. Her awesome tits jiggled as she squirmed around in Mack’s lap, almost threatening to spill out over the top. Not one to pass up an opportunity such as this, he reached around, goalkeeper hands forming two large claws. They clamped tight around the bouncy boobs, squeezing purposefully to mould an impressive cleavage.
From his vantage point on the adjacent armchair, young Ian could only watch dumbly as his pretty young girlfriend was mauled relentlessly. Kim’s mouth formed a heart shape and she let out a whimper as Mack’s thumbs grazed back and forth across each hard nipple through the bra. Mack pawed so manfully that eventually the right breast worked free of its cup. It jiggled and heaved but remained staunchly firm and in place, the nipple sticking out like a liquorice comfort. The other three of us all seemed to ease in closer, breath racing, licking our lips and nursing throbbing erections.
Draping Kim’s arm over his shoulder, Mack craned in and took the delicious-looking teat between his lips, sucking with lustful intent. Only realising her predicament too late at the hands of four horny perverts did Kim pull back and try to raise an objection, glancing over appealingly at her boyfriend. Yet he was in no state to offer assistance, staring back through glazed eyes and seeming to shrug in helpless acceptance. Pulling her back to him forcefully, Mack chewed on the nipple as a hand found its way to her thigh. Kim tried to wriggle free but merely succeeded in pushing the skirt up her hips to expose the lovely pink cunt beneath.
All of this was too much for Jacko who literally leapt from the couch, falling to his knees before the girl. Reaching out, he pushed her thighs apart, the skirt compressing at her waist, before burying his face in moist crotch. All we could hear were furious slurping sounds as Jacko feasted upon that hot young pussy, interlaced with Kim’s whines of appreciation. Up top, freeing the other breast from its cup, Mack continued to grope. Jacko moved higher, kissing her belly as he unzipped his jeans in readiness.
Taking out a nice hard cock, Jacko drew back the foreskin and pressed his cock tip to Kim’s pussy slit as Mack lifted her arse. Kim reached up to place her hands on Jacko’s shoulders, groaning as the bloated head worked its way into her cunt and spreading those gorgeous lips wide. As Mack took the opportunity to free himself from behind, Kim was laid down by Jacko on her back, lengthways on the couch. Barely losing contact, Jacko angled to rest on top, between her legs, embarking upon a nice powerful pump action, his hairy buttocks bouncing up and down as Kim groaned.
Horny as fuck and with Kim’s musky scent wafting through the room, Mack moved into position at the head, tilting Kim’s cheek and moving her face on its side before feeding his cock into the welcoming mouth. For thirty seconds she sucked and licked with relish whilst Mack told her in no uncertain terms what a filthy little cocksucking whore she was. Aware that there were two more hungry cocks to feed — three if you counted young Ian — he upped the tempo, fucking her mouth to match the rhythm of Jacko.
Wholly engrossed by the scene, momentarily I glanced across at Spud who was rubbing a discernible bulge through his jeans. Neither of us, it seemed, could wait to get a turn. Young Ian was watching as well, dumbstruck yet enchanted by the salacious scene, and powerless to act as his girlfriend was turned back into a cheap slut before his very eyes. “Fuck this,” complained a desperate Spud as his cock strained at the leash, unzipping and allowing it a welcome release before palming gently.
Thankfully the wait was not an onerous one. Kim was so damned sexy, it was impossible to go on more than ten minutes. Mack reached a climax first, pulling his cock from Kim’s mouth as the first line of cum stretched from the eye to her lips like the string on a spider’s web covered in early morning dew. Slapping the head on her chin as he came properly with gusto, a slither of seed lassoed Kim’s face obliquely. Teasing the base with eager fingers, Mack milked out a couple more loads, directly into Kim’s pretty little waiting mouth. We all watched as she swallowed hungrily and pleaded for more with her eyes.
Only too happy to oblige, Spud was there in a flash, nearly knocking me over in the rush. Picking up where Mack had left off, he prepared to administer an oral pounding. Kim’s eyes twinkled at the inflated head aiming at her mouth, opening wide to receive. Spud jammed the tiny hole with his imperious girth, before slotting in right up to the balls. Kim gagged but managed to compose as her mouth was fucked mercilessly.
Down below, Jacko was equally as merciless and defying logic as he clocked up fifteen minutes, pounding Kim’s cunt until it was soft and pliable, buttocks animated. Lifting the girl’s legs upright, he adjusted on to his knees, pushing deep into her cervix. Thrusting with force, the sound of cock slapping womb wall filled the room. Ten more powerful strokes and he gave notice that he was about to cum. Letting Spud’s cock fall momentarily from her lips, Kim banged her fists and squealed at him: “Oh God, yeah, cum hard inside my slutty little…”
The sentence hung in the air as a desperate Spud forced his cock back in her mouth and started to pound with purpose. Her cheeks were bloated and the tip could clearly be seen as it made upward sorties. This was proving all too much for me and I had to ease the tension on my throbbing cock, pulling it out in readiness. It felt good in my hand but I needed to shove it in Kim for old time’s sake. Having cum just a few hours earlier, the filthy little tramp was in for the ride of her life.
With a huge grunt, Jacko pumped his thick seed deep into Kim’s belly. She must have cum too for she thrashed wildly, once more neglecting Spud’s cock, and letting out a banshee-like wail that we all feared might wake her father. Anxious looks aside, the bedroom door remained shut. Spud rectified the situation by plugging the hole once more, muting Kim’s heightened squeals in thick manhood. Holding there for precious moments until his cock had deflated, Jacko finally moved aside, tottering towards me like an old man on his last legs. I just managed to swerve out of the way before he collapsed, gasping for air on the opposite couch from Kim’s prone body.
At least it was prone until Spud dictated a change of position. Seated, his cock upright and rock hard, Kim climbed to her knees, sucking with vigour once more as he gripped her hair and called her slut names. I’d rarely known a girl get off so much on such verbal abuse but Kim seemed to adore it. Her sexy bottom wiggled seductively as I homed in to claim my prize. However, the sight of Jacko’s seed gurgling in the hole and snaking down the girl’s inner thigh very nearly made me retch. Taking a moment to contemplate, there was only one thing for it. I rubbed my hands in sheer glee.
Looking around I saw that Jacko had regained his composure and, having been joined by Mack on the other couch, the pair had become interested spectators. They realised exactly what was coming, something we’d discussed but which none of us had managed with Kim. To be fair, back then it didn’t have the kudos it now seems to enjoy. “Den’s going for the arsehole!” rang out the gasp.
Now, as far as I knew, this was as close to virgin territory as it was possible to find with Kim. Looking around I saw young Ian, seemingly over the worst of his alcoholism and watching mesmerised, totally gripped by the scene as his girlfriend was ravaged senseless. “Come here,” I commanded, having another thought.
When he refused, pushing back into the armchair protectively, I reached over and grabbed the youngster by the scruff of the neck. “Your boyfriend’s going to lick your arse,” I informed Kim.
Both shook their heads in denial, Kim’s still wrapped around Spud’s shaft, but I was having none of it. I could of course have gone to the bathroom and found some Vaseline or cream, but the idea of seeing this naïve young man lick his girlfriend’s dirty brown ring was rather appealing. “Do it,” I ordered in my most menacing tone, supplementing the words with a shove,
He moved gingerly at first, tongue poking through his teeth but rearing back. It needed another shove, and it was probably just as well he was as high as a kite. The tip of his tongue made wet contact with Kim’s anus and a shudder passed right through her body. That coincided with Spud exploding in her mouth and rattling off a volley of slut names. He made sure she swallowed every drop and cleaned the sticky knob thoroughly before moving away to survey the glorious scene I was directing.
Holding Ian’s head in place I ensured he gave his girlfriend’s arsehole a good hard tongue-lashing before I was satisfied. Kim seemed to absolutely fucking love it, writhing and moaning as reams of Jacko’s spunk dislodged and snaked down her inner thigh. Ian actually got so into it too that he prised her bum cheeks apart and tried to bury his tongue in her anal cavity. It was a lovely scene, but I had needs and a cock so hard and painful it felt like it had been hit with a hammer.
Easing him aside, I moved up close and pressed the tip of my throbbing cock to the dripping wet anal entrance. His saliva around the rim made a wonderful lube. Kim groaned and thrashed and sought solace with a cushion, hugging it tight as I worked the fat head into her snug bum hole. The walls gripped vice-like. “Eee-ew,” she moaned as I held her hips and angled to get some shaft in too.
From the wings, Ian was watching with a childlike wonder as his girlfriend’s tight little arse was stretched around my girth, the muscles yielding to the force I exerted. I wanted Kim’s arse so badly it was untrue. Three other pairs of eyes watched intently from the other side as inch by inch the shaft disappeared into Kim’s brown ring. For her part, I have to say she took it extremely well, just a clenched fist and a sucking-in of air through gritted teeth as slowly but surely her virgin arse was invaded with stiff manhood. The walls gripped so tight to the shaft that I was convinced I’d be dismembered. Feeling the scrub of tangled pubic hair finally brush the soft flesh of her arse cheek, Kim let out a huge sigh of relief.
I grinned as, unable to contain his urges any longer, Ian allowed a hand to crawl up his girlfriend’s thigh to her pussy, whilst the other rested on his now exposed cock. Well, he could hardly be blamed getting turned on under these extenuating circumstances with his girlfriend’s anus being stretched to breaking and her passionate cries filling the room. Drawing back, I gathered a breath and started pushing back and forth, gently at first as her freshly plucked anal cherry would allow. A series of heightened moans fell from Kim’s lips as her arse was worked into a malleable state. Young Ian’s fist was blurring on the shaft as arousal replaced revulsion. And evidently his other hand had found Kim’s clit for she screeched with joy. “Get under there and fuck her,” I ordered.
Sheepish at first, he needed a little more encouragement to move into place, with Kim’s body literally lying on his as he pushed into her cunt. Working his buttocks eagerly, soon his prick was fully embedded in tight twat and he found a pulsing rhythm to match mine. With Kim’s soft tits splaying to the sides, I took hold of them and squeezed playfully as my cock pistoned in and out. “Oh God, I’m so full,” groaned Kim, banging her palms back on the couch.
It was true. There was little more than a thin membrane of flesh between mine and her boyfriend’s cocks. So much so that I could feel his thrusts and he mine. Growing more excited beneath the spread body of his sexy girlfriend, he started to increase the pace, in turn emboldening me to do so till I was fucking Kim’s arse with ardour. We went at it hard like two adversaries trying to outdo one another, ravaging both of Kim’s stretched holes till she screamed. Again there were anxious looks towards her father’s bedroom door.
With his lack of experience, understandably Ian was first to cum, firing what felt like a huge wad of semen into Kim’s womb, reverberating so I could feel it. Six weeks of pent-up desire was released in several more spurts. Instead of moving aside as I expected, he remained in place, kissing his girlfriend tenderly as she was buggered senseless. It was such a heart-rending, loving scene to witness that it drove me right over the edge. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I roared, spanking her arse.
Kim squealed as I ploughed deep and emptied my balls into her bowels in one huge explosive orgasm. It felt like I might never stop cumming, surpassing young Ian’s volume. As I pulled out, Kim’s body went limp and she collapsed in Ian’s arms, the pair hugging one another tightly on the floor. Adjusting, I pulled up my boxers and jeans. I must remember to thank Dave for having us back, I thought. “Happy New Year,” rang out the dawn chorus as we left the pub in the wee small hours.
Now, I wondered what my New Year Resolution should be.