Loading...By the time the clock struck midnight, most of the ‘casual’ guests were long gone, having delivered their housewarming gifts, had a few snacks and drinks, and were probably already in bed. Not everybody had left though.
I adjusted my shirt and gazed around the living room. Nick was sprawled on the couch, a gin and tonic in his hand, watching the TV. Geri and Peter were sitting in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka, while my wife Samantha was discussing something with Connor and Caitlin. Anna was in the bathroom and Phillip was out back smoking a cigarette.
I was just glad everybody was having a good time. I sipped my lager and slipped back into the kitchen. I heard Peter and Geri saying they were heading home so I headed back out to tell them bye. As I gave Geri a hug, I saw that Nick was reading a book, which was weird, because he doesn’t normally read anything. Caitlin and Phillip headed out soon after, and it was just Samantha and me, Anna, Connor, and Nick.
Half an hour later, Nick was still reading, with Anna was reading over his shoulder, her hand on his knee. Samantha and Caitlin were outside smoking, so I grabbed a fresh beer and sat down in the living room. I took a sip of my beer and asked Nick what he was reading.
“You tell me, man,” he said, opening the door to the cabinet beneath the end table. I felt my face turn bright red: he had managed to find our hidden stash of British porn, the kind with girls bent over the knees of their teachers on the cover. I saw the picture on the cover of the book in his hands and then the lump in his jeans and began stammering.
Anna grinned, slipping her tongue around the rim of her beer bottle. I felt my cock twitch and almost dropped my bottle.
“Do you like the S or the M?” she asked.
Suddenly, it was very, very hot in there. I leaned back in my chair and downed half of my beer, trying to buy time. She grabbed the book from Nick’s hand and headed towards the back door.
“I need a cigarette,” she said, brushing her fingers along my arm as she passed me.
The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with Nick, who had a gleam in his eye I’d never seen before.
“Do you, you know,” he started. “Do any of that stuff?”
“Some,” I shrugged. Smiling, I said, “We’ve read all of the books, though. And some of them twice.”
I stood up and headed to the door, glancing out onto the porch. Anna had the book in her hand and Caitlin and Samantha were leaning towards her. I had a feeling I knew what she was doing. I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of rum, then, as an afterthought, the bottle of Touaca, too. I grabbed glasses and then headed towards the door.
Nick was still sitting on the couch, another book in his hand, the edge of the book rubbing against his bulge. I stopped at the door, holding the two bottles and five glasses.
“You coming?” I asked
I stepped onto the porch and realized I had been right – Anna was under the faint hanging lamps around the porch, reading aloud from the book. Connor had one hand in his lap, the other gripping the edge of the table. Samantha fixed me with her eyes. I mouthed, “I didn’t do it” and sat down beside her, putting the bottles and glasses on the table.
It didn’t take Nick long to step outside and join us, seating himself between me and Anna. I poured myself and Samantha some Touaca and left it and the rum on the table next to the glasses; Nick poured the rum into the other three glasses and we sat back to listen to Anna read aloud.
This went on for a good twenty minutes. I was rock hard and could see that Connor was going to rip through his jeans. Nick was sitting close to Anna, his hand under the table; occasionally, she’d shiver and gasp, so we all knew where his hands were. Samantha glanced at me, then at Connor. I nodded and she slid one hand into Connor’s lap.
He jumped a little but settled right back down when I grinned at him. Samantha reached for the book.
“My turn,” she said, opening the book. She looked at me and then at our brand new hot tub, sitting off the edge of the porch, humming away.
I leaned close and whispered into her ear, “I love the way you think.”
It took me a minute to be able to stand up, but I was finally able to make my way over and lift the cover and turn on the jets. She started reading as I adjusted the settings, holding the book with one hand and keeping the other on Connor’s dick. As I was standing up, Anna breathed deeply and took a sip of her rum.
“God,” she said, “that is so hot.”
Nick whispered something into her ear and she nodded ecstatically.
He moved his chair, whispering into Samantha’s ear this time. I wasn’t sure what was up, but my wife nodded yes, whatever he’d asked. Not knowing what was up, I headed back to the table.
Anna stood up, saying that she had to go to the bathroom. As I sat down, Nick deliberately reached out and tipped over Anna’s drink, spilling rum all over the table.
I started to say something but Samantha cut me off.
“I cannot believe how sloppy you are,” she said, waggling her finger at Anna. “You little slut, I thought you knew better.”
She turned to me, her eyes shining.
“Honey, will you take care of her while Connor, Nick and I get in the hot tub?”
I looked at her, then Anna, then back to her, then nodded, trying to hide my eager grin. The eager lump in my jeans wasn’t going to be hidden, but I was okay with that. Anna came to stand next to me as Connor, Nick, and Samantha stripped and stepped into the tub. Connor had a thick cock, while Nick’s was about average. Both were completely erect as they dipped into the tub, and Samantha was rubbing her stiff nipples as she joined them.
I maneuvered a stool closer to the hot tub and began to strip.
“Anna, come here,” I ordered, pointing to my right. She came and stood docilely next to me.
“Take down my shorts,” I said. Kneeling in front of me, she unbuttoned my jeans and maneuvered them around my stiff cock. When I popped free of my boxers, she slipped the head of my dick in her mouth, gently sucking me. I let her go, watching Samantha as she watched this lady suck my cock for a few seconds, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away and told her to stand up.
I sat down, my dick pointing straight up. I unbuttoned Anna’s pants. Her shirt was a pullover, so I ordered her to remove it. Her skin was covered with goosebumps as she stood there in her bra and jeans; her titties were huge, spilling out of her bra, and I could feel myself growing even harder.
I patted my knees. She knelt down and laid across my lap, my cock against her belly and her ass sticking up in the air, pointed right at the hot tub. I glanced over; Nick had one of my wife’s titties in his mouth while Connor was leaning back, watching Anna while Samantha’s hand worked beneath the bubbling water. Samantha beamed at me, licking her lips.
I grabbed the edge of Anna’s pants and tried to slide them down but they were too snug. I shook my head.
“Your ass is too big for your pants, you little tart,” I said loud enough for the others to hear. I grabbed the belt loops and started yanking, feeling her titties bounce out of her bra and slap against my thigh, my prick rubbing against her soft skin. Finally they slipped down, revealing a bright red thong.
Rubbing her bum with my hand, I pulled the thong tight against her asshole and whispered, “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
She nodded and I said, “You like being called a slut? A tramp? A little tart who deserves to have her bottom spanked?”
Without warning, I drew back my hand and smacked her ass hard, feeling her flinch as I drew back again.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Call me a slut. Call me a tramp. I’m such a slutty bitch, I deserve to be spanked. I deserve to have my ass smacked.”
I brought my hand down across her backside, leaving a bright red handprint on her white skin <"Slut!">. Anna cried out, pushing against my legs as I spanked her again <"Tramp!">, her breasts rubbing on my leg, my cock trapped against her belly as I smacked her again and again.
Looking over, I could see that my wife had straddled Connor, facing us, rubbing herself off as she rode his cock and stared at the rosy ass in front of her. She was reaching down into the water, still stroking Nick, and Connor was reaching around to pinch her nipples.
I could feel Anna’s juices flowing, dripping on my leg.
“Oh, you slutty little tramp, you’re so wet I can feel it running down my leg.”
I shifted my weight so she could rub her pussy against my leg as I spanked her and she started moaning and grinding against me.
“That’s right, rub that pussy against me, rub yourself off, you’re such a slut.”
Before she could finish, though, I stopped her, placing my hand on the small of her back to pin her to my lap. She was gasping for air, her ass bright striped with red and pink handprints.
Samantha climbed out of the hot tub and came towards us, her beautiful body dripping water. She ran a wet hand across Anna’s bum and then up her back, leaving a trail of water behind. Unsnapping Anna’s bra, Samantha leaned down, close to Anna’s ear.
“Did you cum yet, Anna?”
Unable to speak, Anna simply shook her head, no.
Samantha smiled and slipped a wet finger right into her soaked pussy, then smacked her lightly on the ass.
“Good. You’re still being punished. Go stand over there by the hot tub, but don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Trembling, Anna rose and took careful steps towards the hot tub. Samantha reached down and took my prick in her hand and ran her fingers down my length. Tugging me, she guided me to my feet and led me to the hot tub. I climbed in as she knelt in front of Anna, burying her face in her wet cunt. I could hear her licking and tasting her, and I began to stroke myself underwater.
Samantha stood, her face glistening, and kissed Anna full on the mouth, letting Anna taste herself.
“Do you like how you taste? Can you taste yourself on my lips?”
Anna nodded, licking her own juices off of her lips. Samantha rubbed her fingers along Anna’s breasts, pinching her nipple hard between her fingertips; Anna moaned.
“Do. Not. Move,” Samantha whispered. She gathered our glasses and the bottles and brought them back to the hot tub. The four of us – Connor, Nick, Samantha, and myself – sat in the steamy water, sipping our drinks and taking turns stroking my wife’s pussy. At one point, I felt a second hand on my cock; Nick glanced over at me and the hand disappeared. I was trying to get up the nerve to scoot closer when Anna started to squirm.
“What’s wrong?” asked Connor.
“I still have to pee,” she whined.
“So go,” Nick said.
Anna took a step towards the door. Samantha raised her hand and said, “Hey, I didn’t say you could move.”
Anna stared at her for a second, then blinked. A smile flashed on her face but she quickly buried it and stood straight again, pinching her legs together. The four of us were paying much more attention to Anna now than we had a moment before. She squirmed, bending her knees, pressing her hands against her thighs.
With one hand wrapped around my cock and her other on Nick’s, Samantha eagerly watched Anna as she slid her hands up and down. Anna began to whimper, then a hot burst of pee soaked through her thong and began to trickle down her leg.
As we watched, she started to shiver and thrust her hips forward as she completely let go, a hot flood of pee running down her legs, puddling on the porch. She sat down on the porch, sprawling right in the puddle of pee, and slipped her fingers beneath her stained thong, frigging herself right there, slipping her two, then three fingers deep into her sopping cunt until she bit her lip and her entire body went rigid as she came.
The four of us applauded, enjoying the way her tits jiggled as she came. Her body still trembling, she stripped off her underwear and threw them into the yard and then carefully climbed down into the hot tub. She straddled Samantha, thrusting her tongue into my wife’s mouth, pinching Samantha’s nipples as she kissed my wife.
After a few seconds, Anna bent towards me and kissed me, fucking me with her tongue. My hips started to thrust, Samantha still stroking me. Finally, I broke away from Anna and grabbed Samantha’s wrist to stop her. Anna sat back and began casually flicking her nipples.
I took a deep drink of my Touaca and carefully put it down on the edge of the hot tub. Making sure everybody was looking, I pushed it with one finger, watching it tip over to dump the last bits of my drink on the ground. Samantha lightly slapped me on the cheek, her face positively glowing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Anna clapping her hands together with glee.
“Get out,” Samantha ordered, “and stand down there.”
I did as I was ordered, standing next to Anna’s puddle. I watched the four of them lean their heads together. After a few seconds of my prick looking like nothing less than a flagpole that I dared not touch, all four of them stepped out and approached me.
“Kneel,” Anna said. I dropped to my knees and she stepped forward, putting her cunt right on my mouth I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her pussy, focusing on her clit and slipping my tongue up and down the length of her lips. She began to moan and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me backwards, never letting her pussy away from my mouth, making me lay down on my back. She knelt over my face and I complied, fucking her with my tongue.
I couldn’t see anything, but my legs were spread apart and I felt somebody stand or kneel between my knees. A second later and I felt lips on my cock, a hot mouth taking me all the way to the base. I moaned and Anna jerked me by the hair.
“You’re mine now,” she said. With that, she lifted herself off of my face and spun around, putting her ass right in front of me.
“Lick my ass. Fuck me with that tongue that Sam keeps talking about.”
I complied, sliding around the rim of her hole until she took the hint and reached back to spread her cheeks. I slipped my tongue into her tight asshole, my head bobbing up and down as a pair of lips I couldn’t see bobbed up and down my shaft. I felt Anna start to tremble and began forcing my tongue in and out of her ass with gusto, occasionally sliding forward to taste her pussy and then back to her fucking her ass with my tongue.
My prick was abandoned but I was enjoying the sight of Anna’s ass shivering and bouncing over me and, when she finally came, I did my best to slide my tongue as deep as I could. Moaning, she collapsed next to me.
I was greeted with the vision of my wife kneeling between my legs, with Nick standing on my left and Connor on my right. Samantha had a cock in each hand and was bobbing back and forth between them, taking as much into her mouth as she could, jerking them off when she was sucking the other man’s cock. As I lay there with my wife sucking two dicks right above me, I was stiffer than I thought possible. Suddenly, Samantha leaned back, releasing Nick and Connor. Both of them dropped to their knees, on either side of me, and started jerking off.
Before I could even react, great gobs of cum were shooting out of Connor’s thick cock and splattering on my chest. Nick leaned to the side and spurted right on my face and neck. I jerked forward and took Nick’s dick in my mouth, swallowing the last few bits of his cum. My own dick throbbed and twitched as I swallowed the hot, bitter cream.
I reached for my cock but Nick slapped my hand. Reaching backwards, he tipped over his glass, spilling the last bit of rum on the ground.
“Oops,” he said, smiling.