Loading...Sharon stood out the front of the large sandstone Rose Bay home and slowly unfolded the piece of paper in her hand. She checked the number against those written on the piece of paper that had been handed to her three weeks earlier. With a wave over her shoulder the taxi driver pulled away, leaving her alone to begin the second stage of her burgeoning sexual development.
The Sydney sunset reflected off the stain glass windows and although expecting to hear music coming from the building, the silence, interspersed with the cackle of a gang of white cockatoos, was welcoming. Small puddles of water on the green and cream mosaic tiles on the verandah indicated that not only had someone recently hosed them clean, but the evaporative cooling was a welcome respite to the heat of a summer evening.
Ivy trailled up one wall and its tendrils hung from underneath the first floor balcony. The sweet smell of gardenia hung in the air and as she tapped on the lion’s head knocker that hung below the red number 37, she took in a sharp breath.
For those seemingly endless three weeks, all Sharon could think about was two things.
Firstly it was her inaugural, and so far only, night as a ‘hostess’ in a swinger’s club, then it was the promise of what a nude weekend would hold.
Marcus had already been to one nude weekend but on their first date he teased her with information. Knowing that she wanted details, he kept them from her. She tried everything in her rapidly expanding book to persuade him that it would be in his best interests to spill the beans, but he managed, only barely, to keep quiet. All he ever said was “It’s simple. It’s a weekend where everyone is nude. Rest assured, you’ll enjoy every minute.”
After their first date he was so determined not to let on that he avoided contact with her until the evening began. The temptation to visit her, tell her about the orgies, the games, the decadence and then fuck until morning, was incredibly strong.
Sharon though, prepared herself well. She’d been experimenting with double penetrating herself with her two favourite toys. One was a fat realistic dildo for her pussy and a thinner one for her arse.
She even contemplated popping upstairs for a practice session at the swinger’s club, but as luck would have it, her body’s timing, and the roster, was against her.
She checked her watch and couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her. Through the stain glass window panels on the door she watched a silhouetted, clearly female, figure walk down the hallway to the door. The peephole darkened and Sharon just smiled and waved.
“Sharon!” Caz called out as she peeked out from behind the door, “You came.”
“Of course I did,” Sharon leant into the doorway and kissed the naked Caz firmly on the lips. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Marcus said that you were more than a little bit intrigued,” Caz opened the door fully but still kept herself hidden from prying eyes.
“He’s here then,” Sharon said with a slight hint of an excited teenage girl.
“And very keen to see you too, he is,” Caz said.
The house seemed larger on the inside than it did on the out. Rooms speared off on either side of the long hallway and the voices of the guests reverberated towards her.
“How many people are here?” a clearly nervous Sharon asked.
Caz ushered her into a front room that was essentially a large wardrobe, “You’ll find out in any minute,” she chuckled, “My, you’re still as impatient as you were as my student.”
Sharon had to laugh at the truth.
“This is nice,” Sharon scanned the large room, “So much space.”
“This is your area here,” Caz opened up a space in the wardrobe. “Just hang your clothes here and if you feel cold at any time,” she held up a see through white kimono, “we have these to wear.”
“What about the men?” Sharon pulled her top off and grabbed a hanger, “They wear them as well?”
“They do,” Caz stood behind Sharon and unclipped her bra, “The weather forecast is for a late change on Sunday, so we’ll all just be naked for the next 48 hours or so.”
“So tell me more,” Sharon just had to ask again. “I’m here now. What happens.”
“Basically,” Caz cupped Sharon’s firm young breasts and squeezed her nipples, “Just consider this house as a nudist resort but without the restrictions of the no open sex rules.”
“Really,” Sharon slid her thumbs around the elastic at the top of her skirt and edged it down. “Is that it?”
“Pretty much,” Caz said, “You know, people will be popping in all weekend so you’ll meet heaps of folks just like us.” Caz stood back so she could admire Sharon’s fine physique. “And you can come and go as you please,” she continued, “Most of the people who come here go home at the end of the night and pop back in during the weekend, will you be staying?”
“Sure,” Sharon said, “I’d love to.”
“Great,” Caz smiled, “We might head down to the beach or go shopping tomorrow. It’s just like a normal weekend except if you’re here, you’re nude.”
Sharon kicked her shoes off before slowly peeling her panties down around her ankles.
Caz groaned with delight as Sharon flicked her pink panties up towards her.
“That sweet young cunt is going to have the time of its life,” Caz moved towards her and slid a finger down into Sharon’s damp pussy. “I bet you’ve been playing with this little cunt thinking about this weekend haven’t you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Sharon moaned and kissed Caz on the mouth. “Thank God my exams are over otherwise I would have never got through them all.”
“Cocks and cunts, tits and arse,” Caz whispered into her ear before nibbling and tongueing her lobe, “That’s what this weekend is all about.”
Caz took Sharon by the hand and turned to the door, “Let’s go meet everyone, they’re all so keen to meet you.”
Excitedly Sharon almost skipped down the hallway towards the laughing voices. Her heart was thrumming loudly and when she said “Hello,” there was a distinctive nervous tremolo.
“Everyone,” Caz had said as an introduction, “This is the beautiful Sharon.”
Sharon fixed her eyes immediately on Marcus who was standing at the end of the kitchen bench drinking a beer. When he winked the smile that she formed hurt her cheeks.
The room was a massive open space with the kitchen and dining area on the right and on the left, a lounge that looked out over the pool. The marble tiled floor added a distinct touch of opulence and allowed the voices to seemingly multiply.
Thinking that there were going to be about twenty people there, Sharon was surprised to find there was only seven.
“So this is the gorgeous Sharon,” Mike said as he hopped off a stool and walked over to her. Sharon immediately checked out his cock as it came swinging towards her. Mike was in his late 30’s and had just a touch of grey hair forming around his ears. “Pleased to meet you,” he said before planting a kiss on each cheek.
“I’m Nick,” waved a sandy-haired surfie type in his 40’s who was pouring her a glass of champagne. “Champagne?”
“Thanks,” she said hoping that it would help calm her nerves.
“Welcome to our humble home,” Peter said as he too came around to give her a hug and kiss.
“Humble, my arse,” laughed John who held his hand out for her to shake, “Just look at this place.” John was a handsome man in his mid 30’s who had the rough hands and the tan lines of an outdoors worker.
And look, Sharon did. Outside she could see someone splashing about in the pool and the manicured gardens barely hid the views from the houses surrounding them.
“This place is beautiful,” she eyed the last person, an older woman in her early 50’s, sitting at the bench. “Hi there.”
“I’m Karen,” she said as she took the glass from Nick and brought the glass to her. Sharon was immediately taken by her beauty. Although in her mid 50’s, Karen was a real stunner. Her hair was cut short and carefully styled, her breasts, although small, were still firm, her physique was toned and petite. This woman looked after herself.
She kissed Sharon and handed her her drink. “I live out the back there,” she nodded to the house over the back fence.
“Oh,” Sharon giggled, “I was wondering about that.”
“And I’m at number 35,” Nick said.
“What about the others?” Sharon had to ask.
“They can’t see in,” Peter answered, “So we have total privacy.”
“As long as my husband is away that is,” Karen chimed in.
“Really,” Sharon sipped on her Mumm, “He’s not interested?”
“Well,” Karen chuckled, “I’ve always been a nudist and it’s something he didn’t like, so when I saw Caz and Peter one day swimming naked in the pool I kept a good eye on them.”
“Then on one fateful day,” Caz interjected.
“Yes,” Karen raised an eyebrow, “On one fateful day Caz here was being fucked by three guys, including Nick and Peter here. I was so fucking turned on that I just had to join.”
“Where’s your husband now?”
“He’s out driving around the Central West scouring shops for antiques like he does every month.”
“It’s why we have these weekends whenever he’s away,” Peter told her.
“Ok then, that explains that then,” Sharon glanced outside towards the figure doing laps in the pool. “Who is that then?”
“Him?” John said, “You’ll get to meet him soon enough.”
They all had a chuckle and the mood went back to a chatty pre dinner party atmosphere. Sharon noticed that the oven was on and that salad bowls were placed on the table. As Caz had said, this was just like a normal Friday night gathering, except everyone was naked.
Sharon sauntered over to Marcus and held her glass up to say cheers. “So, this is it then?”
“Well, yeah, pretty much,” Marcus kissed her warm lips, “A few more people will probably turn up later but as Caz may have told you, we’re just taking it easy, nude style.”
Sharon wanted to hug him, to hold him and to have him hold her, but she wasn’t quite sure if displays of affection were allowed.
The drinks continued to flow and snacks were passed around as the small and intimate group gathered around the massive freestanding kitchen bench. They chatted about TV shows, the First Test against England and Holden vs Ford. It wasn’t until the mysterious ninth character finally emerged from the pool that the talk got sexual.
“Ah,” Peter said, “Here he comes, finally he’s out of the water.”
Walking through the doorway with a towel hanging from his waist was a toned young man in his early 20’s.
“Hello,” he said to Sharon in a heavy French accent, “I am Clement.”
“Hi Clement,” Sharon waved back, “I’m Sharon.”
“Oh la la,” he said almost mocking his French heritage, “This is Sharon, Marcus?”
Marcus nodded and placed a hand on Sharon’s shoulder.
“She is belle,” Clement continued, “Magnifique!”
Clement was still drying himself off but couldn’t take his eyes off Sharon.
“Sharon is more beautiful than you said,” he said to Marcus who just chuckled. Sharon was impressed to find that Marcus had been talking about her.
“He’s so smooth,” Karen said, “He’s working with my husband helping to sell antiques. Within a day I was fucking him while my husband slept.”
“You are a sexy woman Karen,” Clement went over and kissed her fully on the mouth. “So very sexy.”
“Good God,” Karen almost melted, “Now show Sharon why you’re really here Clement,” she grabbed at his towel and pulled it aside.
Hanging down was one of the largest, most perfect cocks that Sharon had seen. Even on the slack it was about six inches long.
Clement laughed and grabbing his dick stroked it a few times, “Is this all I am to you?”
“Wow,” Sharon said and subconsciously opened her legs slightly, “That is impressive.”
“Ha,” Clement turned to Sharon, “You like it too? Marcus, she is a very excite`.”
“Oui, Clement,” this time she quite knowingly spread her legs wider. “I’m very horny.”
“Karen,” Clement said, “Do you mind if Sharon, um, sucor mon pe`nis?”
Karen came up behind Clement and reaching around and grabbing his firming cock said, “If Sharon wants to ruin her appetite with a load of gooey French cum, she’s more than welcome.”
“Ooh,” Sharon reached out and grabbed his cock as Karen rubbed his heavy balls, “Fuck, that’s so nice.”
Within seconds Clement’s cock was rock hard and had expanded to at least eight inches in length. Marcus too was hardening as he watched Sharon stroking the foreign cock.
“Why do that now?” Peter chirped out from the kitchen, “The bloody lasagne is ready.”
“I think,” Sharon slid off her chair and collapsed on her knees, “That the lasagne needs to sit for a few minutes to rest.”
“That’s the girl,” Mike said, “Caz said you were a real goer.”
Karen wrapped her arms around Clement’s waist and began to wank his cock from behind, directing his knob end towards Sharon’s mouth. “Suck that delicious French cock,” Karen said, “Suck it down.”
Sharon did just that. His cock slid over her tongue and into her wanton mouth. Finally after weeks of waiting, she had one cock in her mouth, and within seconds, another in her hand. Marcus stood next to her as she pumped his cock and Karen continued to feed Clement’s cock into her slobbering, hungry mouth.
Sharon knew that Clement wanted to get straight into the action and fuck her, but she’s already learnt that a keen, horny man is always a better fuck than one that takes their sex for granted.
Looking up at Marcus she popped Clement’s cock out of her mouth and swung around to him.
“Hi there,” she said, “My favourite man and my favourite prick is here.” She pumped it a few times before sucking it as far into her mouth as she could.
Marcus was speechless as the only woman that he’d ever spent so much time thinking about, fellated his swollen member.
“I’m so glad you came tonight,” he said in a moment of open intimacy.
“Aww,” Caz said, “That’s so nice.”
Sharon slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and ran it around his helmet. She then pushed his cock against her chin and spat down on it. She twirled the spit around and began a slow rise upwards. She dragged his wet cock over her right nipple and drew a wet line of spit and pre-cum down to her pussy.
She pushed his cock against his stomach and pulled his head down towards hers. Their lips locked in a kiss that would not have been out of place at a wedding. Marcus felt a surge of desire and adoration blaze through his body as their tongues fused.
Was this what they called love, he wondered. If it was, it was a damn fine thing.
Sharon stared into his handsome blue eyes and knew that Marcus understood her. She felt safe that they could be just like Peter and Caz and nothing like Karen and her husband. There was no envy, no jealousy, no dangerous infatuations or liaisons.
Three feet away Karen had stopped stroking Clement and like everyone, was just watching Marcus and Sharon as they embraced. This wasn’t a greeting, this was passion.
“Is this a good time to eat,” a tentative Peter asked.
“Oui,” Clement said, “J’ai faim.”
Sharon grabbed Marcus’s cock and led him to the table where a fine spread had been served. Loaves of bread were torn into chunks, salads spilled out of their bowls and two types of lasagne had been sliced ready for serving.
“Sharon,” Peter asked, “Vegetarian or meat?”
Sharon poured herself a glass of red wine as she checked both out. “Meat will be great,” she said, “I love lasagne.”
The group returned to that of a normal dinner party, conversations revolved through topics, friendly arguments and disagreements formed and were resolved, wine and beer was drunk.
“Who’s up for dessert?” Caz asked. “I made pavlova and a trifle.”
“I love trifle,” Sharon cried out, “did you really make trifle?”
“My special mango and passionfruit trifle at that,” Caz hopped off her chair and began gathering the dinner plates. As she leant over the table Peter rubbed her on the arse and she shook it at him, inviting his fingers to explore. Mike slid his hand up between her legs and gently massaged her pussy lips as Peter opened her arse cheeks, allowing Mick easier access.
“Such a nice pussy,” Mike said as he slid two fingers into her wetness. “So fucking wet.”
Caz gathered up some plates as if nothing was happening and stood upright. She took the plates over to the kitchen, stacked them in the dishwasher and came back for more.
“Would you like a hand?” Sharon asked.
Caz just smiled and shook her head, “No,” she said, “I’m fine.”
Caz then went between John and Nick who immediately grabbed at her boobs and fingered her pussy.
“Of course you’re fine,” Sharon laughed and reached over to Marcus’s cock, “Being groped by these men.” Sharon slowly stroked his cock as she watched Caz gather up the remaining plates. In return Marcus slid his hand up her leg and began fondling the pussy he so desperately desired.
Caz’s nipples were firm and erect as she stood up and reluctantly carried the slippery pile of plates away.
Clement, noticing Marcus’s hand, reached over and began to massage Sharon’s sensitive left tit.
“Okay everyone,” Caz called out, “here comes dessert.” Carrying a large pavlova and a bowl of trifle, Caz shuffled her way to the table causing a momentary delay in the groping.
“What is this?” Clement asked as he pointed at the two desserts.
“This,” Sharon stood up and grabbing the scoop, ladled a large serving of the trifle into her bowl. “Is the trifle. It’s layers of sponge cake, passionfruit jelly, custard, mango, passionfruit pulp and whipped cream.”
“This is pavlova? Yes?” Clement scooped a strawberry up off the whipped cream and held it out to Sharon. She ran her tongue along the back of his hand before wrapping it around the ruby berry and sucking it off. Enjoying the sensation she also scooped up a berry and balancing it on the edge of her finger, held it up to Marcus. He, in turn, fetched up a slice of mango from her bowl and offered it to her.
In unison the couple sucked the fruit and cream of each other’s digits. Marcus then scooped up some cream and smeared it across her hard nipples. The cold dairy product hardened her nipples even more.
“That’s so sexy,” Karen said and scooped up a few fingers worth of cream. “Who wants to suck these?” she stood up and smeared the cream over her own tits. Clement was transfixed on Sharon so Mike and Nick took up her offer. They both had semi-hard cocks and as they stood on either side of her and bent forward to lick and suck her tits, she wanked them off.
“Oops,” John called out as he flung a small scoop of trifle at Caz, “Sorry about that.”
“Get over here,” Caz laughed out and smeared the jelly and custard around her nipples, “and wipe this mess up.” John scooped up a small amount of cream and rubbed it around the head of his cock. Once he was around to her side of the table she leant back and he began to rub his cock around the glistening dessert. Peter scooped up a fair serving of the pavlova and balanced some of it on the end of his cock.
“Here,” he said as he held her by the back of the head, “Pav on prick, it’s the latest thing.” Hungry more so for cock than she was for cream, Caz engulfed her husband’s cock and grabbed a hold of John’s. John also grabbed a handful of trifle and balanced some on his cock.
“Here you go,” he held it up to her face, “Cock custard and cream.”
“Yum,” Caz said. “So fucking nice.”
The room came alive as Sharon kicked her chair back and motioned to Marcus and Clement to stand. “Feed me,” she said “You’re pavlova Clement.”
Clement simply dipped his cock straight into the pavlova and pulled his cream coated cock out again.
“Steady on,” Nick cried out, “We have to eat that.”
Confused, Clement pointed at his cock and said, “You want to suck my cock?”
“Fuck no,” Nick laughed, “The pavlova, don’t go sticking your dick in it.”
“Okay,” Clement turned to Sharon, “Sorry about that everyone.”
“I want to suck it though,” Sharon leant over and grabbed it. “Give it here.”
She spread her legs and pulled Clement to her open mouth. Marcus, who liked a word play, spooned some of the trifle’s custard into a bowl and dipped his cock in it.
“Hey everyone,” he called out “What am I doing?”
“I don’t know,” Karen said, “but you look like you’re fucking dis-custard.”
Sharon was rubbing her pussy and sucking Clement’s cock as she laughed at Marcus’s lame joke. He captured some of the custard on his knob and offered it to Sharon who, with a massive smile on her face, ran her tongue around his swollen helmet before sucking it down her throat.
Clement, following Marcus’s lead, filled a small bowl with pavlova before dipping his cock in it and feeding it to Sharon. Sharon pumped their cocks as she sucked off the sweet offerings. A long tendril of saliva and dessert hung down from her chin and attached itself to her heaving chest.
Mike and Nick were also taking turns feeding their desserts to Karen who was squatting on the ground. Caz however had a different idea, she wanted to be the plate. As John and Peter stood stroking their cocks, Caz cleared an area on the table and lay back across the table, her head hanging off the side. She gathered up a handful of trifle and smeared it down her body towards her pussy. “Eat me,” she demanded.
“That looks delicious,” Sharon said between cock sucks, “I can’t eat all this dessert, I’ll get fat.”
Sharon hopped to her feet and directed Marcus and Clement to clear a space at their end of the table. Peter and John were now licking and sucking the cream, custard, jelly and fruit off Caz’s taut body, their cocks hanging down firm and ready to go. Sharon grabbed John’s cock as he sucked on Caz’s nipples and stroked its length. She slunk down on her knees and sat on the cold tiled floor. Shuffling in between John and the table she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he was hard and could taste the tang of his pre-cum oozing out.
Now that he was rock-hard she slid over to Peter who was now licking pavlova out of Caz’s cunt. She held his cock up against his stomach and sucked on his weighty balls. Slowly she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock before popping it into her wet mouth. Keeping her head still, Peter began a slow and glorious fuck of her face. She wondered just how damn slutty she looked sitting on a cold tiled floor, her legs spread and some guy’s cock slowly fucking her mouth.
When Peter was ready she clambered out and he immediately moved forward and slid his cock straight into Caz’s hot cunt. All she could do was moan because John was holding her head and shoving his cock into her mouth.
Karen was still on her knees sucking Mike and Nick’s cocks so Sharon stood behind her and started to rub her pussy on the back of her head. Karen loved licking a nice young cunt so she sat flat on the floor and tilted her head back, beckoning Sharon to sit on her face. To hold herself in place, Sharon grabbed a hold of Nick and Mike’s cocks as Karen began to tongue her wet and ready pussy.
“Fuck yeah,” Sharon cried out, “That’s the way, that’s the fucking way.”
She leant forward and with Nick’s help began to suck on Mike’s cock. Mike returned the favour and supported her as she swapped over to Nick’s long and skinny prong. Each of the lads pulled and tweaked her nipples as she sucked their lengths.
“She’s sucked us all already,” Nick said, “What a terrific find.”
“More needed here,” Clement said, “The table is empty.” He swept his arm over the now empty dining table. Although Sharon was thoroughly enjoying Karen’s ministrations, a hard cock was just what she needed, Clement’s though had subsided somewhat, Marcus’s was still hard.
“Fuck me,” she whispered in Marcus’ ear. “Fuck me before everyone else does.”
“With the greatest of pleasure,” he said and sat her on the edge of the table. Clement eased her back on the table and began to feed his fat cock into her open mouth.
“Yes, suck it, suck my cock.” Clement massaged and pulled on her tits as she pulled and licked at his member. Marcus rubbed his cock around her wet sticky cunt, pushing her clitoris against his hard shaft she felt a tremor of excitement and imminent orgasm. When he finally inserted his cock into her she nearly exploded. Three weeks of pent-up sexual frustrations and endless fantasising had finally been realised. She never imagined that she’d be splayed out on a table with two other women, sticky with dessert, as six men began to fuck them all.
Karen lay down in the centre of the table arranging herself so that she was lying in opposite directions to Caz and Sharon. She reached out and took one of their tits in each hand and would occasionally reach around and grab a handful of testicle and scrotum.
Marcus began rubbing at her swollen clitoris as her inevitable rise to orgasm began.
“How sexy are you?” Marcus asked, “You’re so hot lying here waiting and wanting to be fucked.”
Her moaning caused Clement to fling his head back in delight. “Tell me,” Marcus urged her, “Tell me what you want.”
Sharon looked up at Marcus and the scenes that surrounded her. Mike was pounding into Karen and Peter and John hi-fived each other before swapping positions. Peter’s cock glistened with Caz’s cunt juice as it bobbed up and down.
Sharon locked eyes with Marcus and stroked Clement’s cock as she said “I want to be fucked, I want to suck cocks, lick cunts and be cum over.” Marcus pushed his cock up against her clit and slid a few fingers into her pussy.
“We all want to fuck you,” Clement said, “I want to fuck that beautiful cunt. I want to cum deep inside your pussy.” Clement slid his hand down and began rubbing her clit as Marcus pushed his cock in to the hilt.
“Oh jesus,” Sharon moaned as her body began to morph into orgasmic bliss, “Fuck me all of you, I want to cummmmm.” Sharon nearly passed out as her body convulsed in the first of many orgasms that she’d experience over the next two days.
“My God,” Marcus said, “She’s so wet. Here Clement, fuck this beautiful woman. Make her cum all over your cock.”
Marcus whipped his cock out and had an idea, “Time to rotate around, what do you think?” Nick pulled his cock out of Karen’s mouth and pointed it at Sharon and then Caz.
“Clockwise or anti-clockwise,” he said.
“Anti,” John said as he pulled out of Caz’s pussy and Peter stroked his cock along her face.
“Nice idea,” Peter said, “Three or four minute cycles?” “Four,” Sharon called out, making everyone laugh.
Mick pulled out of Karen and stood next to Sharon, “Four minutes with this beauty may do me in,” he laughed. ”
“Give me that cock and we’ll find out,” Sharon begged, “Clement, fuck me with that cock of yours.”
Clement was more than ready to slide his thick long cock into her pre-fucked cunt.
“Are you ready?” he placed his cock up against her wet open slit and rubbed her clit gently with the underside of his knob-end.
“Fuck me,” Sharon demanded, “Shove it in my pussy.”
“Oui, mademoiselle,” Clement pushed his cock into her and she threw her head back looking for Mike’s prick.
“Oh fuck,” Sharon groaned as Clement’s cock slammed in on the second thrust, filling her entire void with French man meat, “Merci,” she cried out in delight before Mike slid his eager prick into her mouth.
Peter had designated himself as the designated time-keeper and kept a keen eye on the clock.
“Three minutes left,” he called out in between thrusting his length into Karen’s hot hole.
“C’est une excellente,” Clement exclaimed, reverting to his native language. “Je tiens a` orgasme.”
“Not yet you’re not,” Karen called out, “You can’t cum yet.”
To stop himself from shooting a load into Sharon’s quite welcoming pussy, Clement slowed his thrusting right down and eventually pulled his cock out. To make up for it he grabbed a large pinch of cream and rubbed it over her pussy.
“Whoa,” Sharon cried out as she felt the cool cream hit her labia, “What the hell?” Clement quickly dived down and began to tongue and lick her open fuck hole. “Okay then,” Sharon said enjoying the sensation, “that’s quite nice.”
Clement swapped from cock to tongue and back again as he controlled his urge to cum.
“Thirty seconds!” Peter called out, “Get ready to swap.”
Mike and Clement began to quicken their paces as the second hand ticked onwards. Mike was drawing circles of spit and custard across her cheek as Peter yelled out ‘Swap’.
Without delay the six horny men shuffled around and Mike quickly whacked his cock into Sharon’s pussy. He immediately began rubbing her clit as Peter slid his slick prick into her mouth.
“Suck that cock my little lovely,” he said, “Like everyone, I can’t wait to fuck that tight young cunt of yours.”
Almost immediately a smaller, yet still satisfying, orgasm swept up her body. Marcus was now fucking Caz’s wanton twat and whatever he was doing set her off as well.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Caz called out but her gleeful calls were stifled by Nick who bent down to kiss her.
“Cum all over his cock,” Nick said, “Make the poor bastard cum in your pussy.”
“Damn,” Marcus cried out as he felt her contracting around his prick. “Not just yet I’m not.”
Desperately hoping that Marcus would cum either in or on her, Sharon tried to distract him.
“How long to go?” she asked Peter who took a glance over his shoulder.
“One minute chaps,” he answered to everyone and scooped up a handful of custard as he did so. “You need to calm down Marcus,” he said before throwing the custard at his cock.
Most of it though ended up on Karen who was enjoying sucking on Clement and being fucked by John.
“Settle on,” John said as he pulled his cock out of Karen and using it like a bludgeon, began to beat at her pussy with it. “Leave some for us to actually eat.”
Caz popped Nick’s cock out of her mouth and raised herself off the table, “There’s plenty more in the fridge,” she said before tossing a handful at Mike. Suddenly food was flying everywhere. The host’s Peter and Caz were the worst offenders as cocks, cunts and tits were smothered in food.
Clement had pavlova dripping down his body and Sharon had a huge yellow blob of jelly wobbling on her stomach.
“Swap,” Peter called out during the food fight which helped slow down the proceedings. Karen rolled over onto her hands and knees and spreading them apart, allowed easy access to her pussy for some doggy-style action. Mike began a slow fuck of her cream covered face as Nick began a good, solid fuck of her delightful cunt. Custard dripped from her breasts as they swung like a pendulum below her.
Following his near orgasmic experience Marcus had to really hold back the urge to unload in Caz’s pussy, so now as he squeezed his cock for Caz, a glob of spunk oozed out.
“Time for something savoury,” he said as he drew it across her lips. Caz ran her tongue across the sticky line of cum and swirled it around the mix of desserts that were still all over her.
“Beautiful combination,” she said, “The semen really accentuates the mango whilst allowing the passionfruit to really shine.”
“Ha,” Nick said. “Very funny.”
“Damn,” Peter said as he fucked the magical pussy of Sharon, “This is one sweet pussy.”
Karen could now easily reach around and massage Peter’s balls as they slapped up against Sharon’s arse.
“Jesus woman,” he groaned, “I knew I wouldn’t last four minutes. I’ve been busting for this young slutlet to show up.”
“Cum in me,” Sharon urged, “You’re the host, be the first to cum in my little cunt.”
“Good lorrrrdddd,” was all Peter could say as he pushed himself to the hilt and pumped the first load of the night into the guest of honour.
“Christ,” Sharon wailed out as the impact of his load sent her back into a wave of orgasmic bliss. “That’s incredible.”
“Swap,” Peter yelled out, “I know it’s only three minutes but what the fuck.”
Mike happily moved over to start fucking Caz and Karen gladly licked on the residual spunk that clung to Peter’s semi-hard cock. Peter watched his cum begin to ooze out of Sharon’s cunt and then witnessed it coat John’s cock as he enjoyed sloppy seconds.
“Oh fuck yeah baby,” John groaned as he felt the warm fluids coat his cock. “You are one hot little fuck.”
Marcus too was glad to be back in stroking distance of Sharon and he reached over and gave her nipple a tweak. Sharon, on seeing that he was fucking Karen, reached over and began a slow massage of his tight ball bag.
“You like that pussy?” she said in between sucks on Nick’s cock. “You like fucking that cunt?”
“I love the way you talk dirty,” Nick blurted out as he began stroking his cock, “This is the last round isn’t it because I really need to cum?”
“No,” Peter called out, “You haven’t fucked Sharon yet, have you?”
“Crikey,” Nick said, “How could I forget?”
Difficult though it was with Sharon teasing his balls, Marcus was watching the clock, determined to unload his first blast of the night all over Sharon’s smiling face.
“Cum in her cunt,” Sharon teased him knowing full well he was saving it for her. “Shoot your hot cum inside her.”
“Fucking hell woman,” Marcus laughed, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Yeah,” Nick agreed, “Stop talking and keep sucking.” He turned her head back to him and poked his knob back in her mouth. “That’s the girl, be quiet and suck my cock.”
Marcus gave Nick a thumbs up as the second hand came home.
‘Swap,” Peter called out for the last time.
Marcus quickly pulled his slick, coated cock out of Karen and spun towards Sharon. Nick almost leapt down to her pussy and plunged his cock home in one quick shove. Marcus took his place and Sharon effortlessly sucked his rigid pole into her mouth and began a rapid-fire stroking of his length. Both of them knew what was going to happen next and they were correct, Marcus shot a load of cum so large that Sharon had no option but to let it fly over her face. It sprayed up over her cheek and into her ear, large spags of jizm hit her in the back of the throat and hung from her chin.
Marcus’s knees shook and he whispered “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as his cock twitched and spurted cum over her beaming face. “Christ, that was intense.”
“Good Lord,” Nick exclaimed as he quickened up his thrusts into Sharon, “Man I’m glad I waited for this.” Sharon took Marcus’s cock back into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum out. He shook delightfully as his sensitive swollen knob reacted to the dainty ministrations of her tongue. Taking his cum in her mouth and using him as support, Sharon sat up and looking at Nick spat some of the cum down onto her right nipple, the rest down onto her taut stomach.
Marcus held her up knowing full well she was inviting Nick to cum either in her, or on her. She squeezed her tits together and smeared the cum over both her boobs. They glistened and shone and she even added more spit to it, just for the effect.
Then she reached down towards her clit and began massaging her swollen nub. “Fucking make me cum,” she begged of him, “Cum all over my pussy and I’ll rub it all fucking in.” Her own words, not the action of his cock or her own fingers, are what made her cum. Being in this openly sexual environment sent her body to new heights of pleasure. Being able to speak what she liked, to do what she’d only imagined, and then more, was exactly what she’d been searching for.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she threw her head back as her body spasmed and shook. Juices flooded down into her cunt and Nick, already on the edge, had no chance.
“Oh God, oh God,” he whimpered before pulling his cock out and aiming it at her open and sopping pussy. His cum shot straight and true and spurted up against her open swollen lips, “Fuck yeah, fuck,” was all he could summon as his balls tightened and his sticky effluvia flew onto her lower torso.
Catching all the action Mike couldn’t restrain himself any longer and he emptied his cock over Caz’s face. Clement and John, who were double teaming Karen, were the only survivors.
“If this were a contest,” Peter announced as the clock came around for the final minute, “Clement and John would be announced the winner.”
“Look at you,” Nick said to Sharon, “All messy like that. I think that you may well need a dip in the pool.” Marcus tucked his arms below her shoulders and linked his hands around the front of her chest.
“Is it cold?” Sharon asked as the two lads lifted her off the table. A large glob of jelly fell off her side and landed on the floor.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Marcus walked backwards out the door as Nick shuffled after. “Okay here we go,” he said as Nick and him began a slow swinging action at the deep end of the pool. “One, two, threeeeee.”
Sharon squealed as she flew through the air and was silenced as the warm water engulfed her. Marcus took a few steps backwards and did a bomb into the deep end just as Sharon resurfaced. Nick performed a perfect dive directly afterwards and surfaced next to her.
“That was brilliant,” he said, “You’ve fit straight in.”
“Thanks,” she said, “I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“No? What were you expecting?”
Sharon chuckled and reached for his semi hard cock, “Not sure really, I had so many thoughts that they’ve all become confused.”
Marcus swam over and popped up right in front of her. “She’s hot isn’t she,” he said to Nick.
“Yep,” Nick picked some cake out of her hair, “You weren’t lying.”
“What else have you been telling everyone?” Sharon said as she grabbed his cock as well.
“Oh, you know,” he flicked some custard out of her ear, “That you’re fucking hot, love to suck and fuck and are up for pretty much anything.”
“Anything?” Nick asked. “Really?”
“I’m not into bondage or anything like that,” she warned him, “Not at all, but I do, I have to admit, like to fuck.”
Nick reached down and rubbed her just fucked pussy. “What about gangbangs?”
“Yeah,” she was suddenly very horny again, “I’d do that.”
“Public sex?”
“Yes,”
“Women using toys on you?”
“Yep,” she really wanted to fuck again now.
“Anal?”
She looked Marcus deep in the eyes, “I’d like to try.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the arse?”
“No,” she felt their cocks hardening again. “Not by a real cock anyway.”
“Well,” Nick pulled on her stiff nipple, “Maybe this weekend you’ll give it a go.”
“I plan to,” she said, “actually I plan on getting fucked in my pussy and arse and my mouth all at the same time.” She gave them both a kiss, Marcus on the lips, Nick on the cheek, and then swam off.
“Oh fuck,” Nick moaned, “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Such a tease too,” Marcus said, “She knows exactly how to taunt a man.”
As if to demonstrate Sharon pulled herself out of the pool and hung her tight arse over the edge. She rubbed her arse cheeks before spreading them wide, revealing her rose.
“As you were saying,” Nick laughed.
Sharon then, quite clumsily, spun around and sat on the edge of the pool. Suddenly the doorbell rang and everyone’s attention spun back to Caz and Peter who were now cleaning up the table.
“Do you want me to get that?” Sharon called out from the pool’s edge.
“Thanks darling,” Caz called out, “It’s most likely our friends from the outer suburbs.”
Sharon wrapped a beach towel around herself and with water still running down her leg, she darted down the hall.
Expecting only one or two new guests, Sharon was pleasantly surprised to find nine new sex lovers standing in the verandah.
“Wow,” she said, “Did you organise to all arrive at once or what?”
A tall blonde just laughed and pointed at a minibus. “We all came in that,” she said. “I’m Zoe by the way. I don’t think we’ve met.” She held out her long slender hand, shook Sharon’s and then kissed her on the cheek.
“I’m Sharon,” she opened the door and welcomed them all in, “I take it you all know the routine” She nodded into the bedroom and simultaneously removed the towel.
“We sure do,” Zoe said and eyed Sharon up and down, “I’ll let everyone introduce themselves.”
At the back of the group was a petite black haired girl the Sharon instantly recognised from her first visit upstairs in the swinger’s club. Lisa, the girl she found playing in the B & D room.
“It’s Lisa, isn’t it?” she asked after the six men and the other woman had fondled and kissed Sharon as they filed in.
Lisa didn’t immediately recognise Sharon and for a fleeting moment she looked panicked.
Sensing her discomfort, Sharon quickly put her at ease. “I met you at the club a few months ago, you were in the stocks and then the swing.”
The moment of realisation quickly passed through Lisa and her worried look quickly became a smile. “You’ve joined us,” she kissed Sharon and ran her hands done her waist, “well done.”
Sharon lost track of their names and was more than happy to just watch them undress. Like those already there, they were a mixed bag of humanity, but none were unattractive. What was clear though was that Zoe was pretty much in charge.
Two of the men carried in a large ice box but still undressed quickly before carrying it into the lounge.
“Hi all,” Zoe announced as she entered the lounge. “We’re here.”
“Yay,” Caz called out, “You almost missed dessert.”
Zoe towered over Caz as they kissed and the flecks of dessert in Caz’s hair attracted Zoe’s attention.
“What’s been going on here then?” she asked as she picked some sponge out of her hair.
“Oh you know,” Caz ran her own fingers through her hair, “Just a quick food orgy.”
“Ha,” Zoe called out in delight, “Excellent news, I hope you left some for us to eat though.”
“Plenty here,” Peter called out from the fridge, “How are you all?”
The recently arrived naked masses chortled back a mixed bag of salutations as the second phase of the night kicked into gear.
Sharon was happily standing around watching drinks being poured and people chatting when she felt a hand on the small of her back.
“Hi,” a petite lady of around thirty, with firm tits, a waxed pussy and just a slight post-baby bump offered her a glass of champagne. “I’m Ellen.”
“Sharon,” she gladly took the glass of champagne from Ellen and took a sip. “The numbers have suddenly doubled.”
“It’s a pity we missed the food orgy,” Ellen said, “I’ve often wondered what that’d be like. I remember watching a movie called Ten Little Maidens once, it had a food orgy in it.”
“I haven’t seen that one,” Sharon quickly downed her glass of champagne, and in a sisterly gesture, so did Ellen. “Another one?”
“Of course,” Ellen said, “What’s the pool like?”
“Beautiful,” Sharon laughed, “If you can dodge the desserts.”
“Meet you in there then.” Ellen took off towards the pool and slowly edged her way in.
Before Sharon could move away, Lisa, who was holding the semi hard cock of one of the men, appeared next to her. “I’m so horny tonight,” she said as she stroked the cock. “I haven’t been well fucked since that time you saw me at the club.”
“What,” the gentleman interjected, “You were just fucked in the bus, didn’t that count?”
“No,” Lisa giggled, “That’s why we’re a little late.”
“Drink?” Sharon was transfixed as she watched the man’s cock get harder and harder.
“You like the look of this cock?” Lisa asked and then wrapped her arm around the man’s waist before using her other man to stroke him some more. As she did a shining bud of pre-cum exited his cock and hung perilously, and enticingly, down.
“I like them all,” Sharon said before she quickly squatted down in front of the hard cock. Lisa held the cock still as Sharon, who was staring the man down, flicked her tongue under the creamy orb and lifted the sticky glob off the end of his prick. A thin strand snapped and fell across her chin as she drew herself back up to a standing position.
Lisa smiled expectantly as Sharon, holding the mix on the tip of her tongue, moved towards her. Their tongues met in a hurried flurry of flicking and lust. The cum was lost as they kissed and fondled each other. Lisa was the first to break away and with a firm hand she took Sharon over to the lounge.
“Sit down and spread those legs,” she said with a deepening voice, “I want to lick that cunt of yours.”
The room’s attention suddenly swung in the direction of the two hot and horny brunettes as they got the party started again. Sharon sat back in the middle of the lounge and Lisa immediately straddled her lap. Holding Sharon’s head back she began to kiss her once more.
“You’re my kind of little slut,” Lisa said “Up for anything, loves hard cocks and cum. I’m staying all weekend did you know?”
“Cool,” Sharon said as she reached underneath and fingered Lisa’s shaven cunt. “We’ll have some fun then won’t we.”
Lisa kissed her neck and trailled down to Sharon’s perky breasts and erect nipples.
“That’s so horny,” said one of the three new guys that were now standing around the lounge wanking their cocks.
Sharon moved her hands to Lisa’s arse cheeks and pulled them apart, offering Lisa’s open and wet cunt to the men.
“Take turns fucking her,” she demanded, “Fuck this cute little cunt.”
Without delay the first bloke popped one leg up on the lounge and without any effort slid his hard cock into Lisa’s willing hole. “God yeah,” Lisa moaned between Sharon’s tits. Lisa hung her head down low and gladly took each thrust into her as she rocked back and forth atop Sharon.
“You next,” Sharon called out to the next man waiting, “and you,” she said to the bloke who had just been fucking Lisa, “bring that cock here.”
Just as another cock filled Lisa’s pussy she was licking her own juices off another one. Sharon also joined in the suckfest and shared the musky fragrance of his juice coated prong.
“Must be my turn now,” said the third guy as he smeared his precum over his knob. Congenially the guy fucking Lisa stood back and watched as her cunt was filled once more with cock. he then hopped up on the lounge opposite the first guy and Sharon took him cleanly into her mouth. Lisa managed to get a hand between Sharon’s legs and began fingering her twat. More of the guests were now watching with interest and Zoe was casually stroking Peter’s cock as they watched.
As the cock was pounding into Lisa, Sharon began to rub Lisa’s clitoris. She flicked that swollen nub back and forth and pinched it as Lisa nearly gagged on the cock fucking her mouth. Sharon could tell that Lisa was cumming hard when Lisa let the cock in her mouth slip out and her eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Oh God, oh God,” Lisa mumbled as wave after wave of pure bliss swept through her.
“Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock,” hollered out the guy fucking her. Lisa looked up at Sharon and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to her before she reaching around and pulled out the cock that was fucking her.
“Sharon’s turn to cum,” Lisa said. “And cum she will.” Lisa slid off Sharon and knelt on the floor between her legs. “Spread those legs boys,” she said to the men standing nearby, “She thinks she’s up for anything, let’s test her out.”
Sharon had no idea what Lisa had planned but she willingly allowed two of the men to hold her legs apart. Even more guests were now watching as Lisa began to finger and lick Sharon’s twat.
“Oh yeah,” Sharon moaned as Lisa sucked hard on her swollen clit. The two guys on the lounge were still there and went back to taking turns in Sharon’s mouth. Zoe came over and stood at the back of the lounge and began to simultaneously wank the guys off as she pinched Sharon’s nipples.
Sharon was in heaven as she became the centre of the party. All around her men were masturbating as she wanked and sucked on the cocks fucking her face. Zoe was urging her on by calling her a horny little bitch and massaging her tits. Lisa meanwhile was now fucking Sharon with three fingers before introducing a fourth. Sharon’s cunt felt full as Lisa began to lick on her clit as she forced her hand into her wetness.
“Open up that pussy darling,” Zoe demanded, “Let her get her whole hand in.”
The realisation that she was about to be fisted for the first time, rather than just fingered, was a bit of a shock to Sharon. She looked down at the smiling Lisa who drooled a spiral of spit down onto her fingers before sliding them back in again.
“Fuck me,” Sharon breathlessly whispered, “Shove it in my cunt.” A cheer went up and Sharon relaxed and opened up her pussy. This allowed Lisa to finally slide her small hand into Sharon. It was all too much for one of the guys fucking her mouth and he sent an arcing stream of cock cream across her face. Zoe grabbed his cock and sucked some of the cum out before rubbing his dick all over Sharon’s face. The other guy looked down at the wrist hanging out of Sharon and aimed his cock down towards it, and Lisa’s face.
“Cum over her cunt,” Lisa urged him and he duly delivered. The sensation of warm cum splashing over her stretched cunt, the jizm dribbling off her face, the feeling of fingers moving around inside her, her boobs being sucked and her clit being rubbed all came together in glorious harmony, sending her into an almighty climax.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out before Zoe silenced her by pushing the cum dripping off Sharon’s face back into her mouth. Using the cum as lubricant, Lisa began a slow fuck of Sharon with her hand. The endorphins flooding through Sharon had never been higher and she momentarily felt as though she’d pass out in sheer pleasure.
“Bloody hell Lisa,” one of the men said, “Don’t stretch that pussy all out of shape now will you.” He pumped his hard cock as he spoke. “Some of us want to fuck this gorgeous little woman’s fine cunt.”
“And some of us want to fuck yours,” Nick said to the agreeing nods of the many.
Lisa slowly pulled her cum and juice coated hand out of Sharon and watched as Sharon’s pussy slowly closed. Lisa stood up and grabbed Nick’s cock. “Fuck me then,” she hoarsely demanded.
Nick pushed her onto the lounge and spun her around so that she was on her knees, her head hanging over the headrest. Sharon squeezed Lisa’s tits as Nick plowed his cock hard into Lisa’s welcoming cunt. One of the men came around next to Zoe and began a slow fuck of Lisa’s mouth whilst another bent Zoe over and stroked his cock deep into her. With her free hand Sharon fingered herself before her pussy was filled with the hard cock of the man who stopped Lisa.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned appreciatively, “That’s one fine cunt.”
Seeing an opportunity for a double blowjob John hopped up on the lounge and alternately fed his cock to Zoe and then Sharon. Sharon’s mouth dripped heavily with saliva and as she withdrew John’s cock and flipped it to Zoe, a long spiral of spit dripped down onto her breasts. She spat even more out and scooped as much as she could up into her fingers.
Looking hard into the brown eyes of the man fucking her, Sharon pushed her hand down around his cock and added her spit to the already slick cock that was fucking her. She could tell by the look on this guy’s face that he wasn’t going to last long. He wasn’t one of the guys bent on satisfying women, he was only interested in his own pleasure. Sure enough as soon as Sharon began massaging his ball bag his cock exploded. Two hard blasts coated her cervix before Sharon pulled his cock out and pumped the rest out over her sweating torso.
This guy had apparently been saving up for ages and his load was immense. Large thick globs of his spunk spewed out over Sharon and slid down the slew of spittle that covered her bare chest. Lisa was next to her, moaning around the cock she was fucking as Nick fucked her hard. Sharon scooped up some of the cum that was pooling in her belly button and reaching underneath Lisa, began to massage her clit.
Lisa’s hands gripped the lounge’s leather tightly as an orgasm speared through her body. The guy who had been fucking her mouth sensibly withdrew it as she shook and yelled expletives into the room.
“Fuck my cunt,” she screamed, “fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.”
John was enjoying Zoe’s administration of a fine blow job which left Sharon momentarily cock free. She looked around for Marcus but he seemed to still be outside in the pool. She unsteadily hopped up off the lounge and was helped by two blokes who watched her stumble.
“You okay, love,” one of them said.
“Yeah, fine,” she said enjoying the attention. “Few too many champers.”
“Take it easy,” the other said, “Might catch you a bit later.”
“Sure,” Sharon said eyeing of his thick cock. “Might just do that.”
Over in the kitchen it was like the fucking on the lounge wasn’t even happening. Karen and Caz were chatting away with Mike and Peter but Clement and Marcus were missing.
It didn’t take long to find them though. A quick glance outside near the pool revealed Marcus feeding his cock into Ellen’s mouth as Clement fucked her from behind. No wonder he wasn’t inside. Standing and watching as he stroked his cock was another of the new arrivals.
Sharon decided to go have a quick pee before joining in and asked Caz for directions.
“I’ll come with you,” Caz said, “best powder my nose.”
The bathroom was just as opulent as the rest of the house. Pristine white tiles with stone inlays countered by brushed stainless steel fittings. Opposite a long deep spa bath sat a toilet and a bidet. Unfamiliar with the operation of a bidet as most Australians are, Sharon had to ask for instructions.
Caz adjusted the heat and flow of the water before squatting over it. “They’re really quite practical,” she said, “and pleasurable.”
Sharon took her piss and thrilled to the feeling of the warm jet of water up into her pussy.
“Good Lord,” she exclaimed, “That feels amazing.”
She couldn’t help but rub her clit as the water sluiced her clean.
“The mean are all hoping that Lisa didn’t ruin that nice tight pussy of yours,” Caz said.
“I loved feeling full like that,” Sharon felt a small tingle of pleasure as she recalled that moment. “It was a real turn on.”
“Ahh,” said a male voice as it entered the room, “It’s the new girl.”
“Hi,” Sharon recognised him as the guy who had been fucking Zoe. His cock was slick with her juices and a dribble of cum hung out of it. She watched his semi-hard cock swaying enticingly as he opened the shower door. “Wait, bring that here.”
“You don’t want this,” he politely said, “She wanted to be fucked in the arse, so best I wash up.”
“Fair enough,” Caz said, “Good on you for letting her know.”
“It’s called respect,” he said before immersing himself under the warm torrent.
As soon as he’d finished lathering up he rinsed and exited the cubicle. “Now, where were we?” he said.
“I think that I was going to suck your cock,” Sharon said.
“Make that we,’ Caz said before throwing a towel on the floor and kneeling before him.
“Hell yeah,” he said, “These are the best parties Caz and by the looks of it,” he held Sharon’s head as she sucked him off, “we have a new, enthusiastic member.”
Sharon smiled and groaned around his cock as he wallowed in the pleasures of her tongue. The fountain of water kept Sharon happy and Caz began fingering herself as she took her turn at sucking his cock.
Although she was enjoying herself, Sharon was interested in watching what the party had to offer. “I might leave you two to it,” she said. “I think it’s time the host got well fucked.”
They both hopped up and as Sharon towelled herself dry, Caz leant over onto the bench and watched herself in the mirror.
“Sharon darling,” she said, “Go get me two more men and tell them to go into my bedroom.”
“Three guys at once?” Sharon asked. “Do you want me to get them ready for you?”
“Ohhh,” Caz said as the man slid his cock into her, “That would be nice.”
With a lilt in her step Sharon went out amongst the naked throng and found the two men who’d helped her earlier. Without even saying a word she took a hold of their cocks and walked them over to Peter.
“Excuse me Peter, but where’s your bedroom? Your wife would like me to ready these two men.”
“Of course she would,” he laughed. “Up the stairs and the last on the right.”
Up the three ran and she could feel their cocks harden as they did so. As soon as they were in the room Sharon sat spread legged on the edge of the bed and began to suck their cocks.
“My you’re good at this. Fucking excellent,” one said as she deep throated his member.
“Nice,” Caz said as she entered the room holding the erect penis of the guy from the bathroom. “Are you going to stay and watch?” she asked Sharon.
Tempted though she was to watch Caz, there was someone else that she was more interested in.
“I might take a bit of a break,” she stood up off the bed and kissed the two men, “later on, okay.”
“No worries,” one of them said, “Even if we don’t, I’m sure we’ll catch up at some stage.”
“Cool,” Sharon checked herself out in the full length mirror. She liked what she saw. “Catch you then.”
Peter nodded and smiled as Sharon sat back down at the kitchen table and helped herself to some food and wine. Marcus was nowhere to be seen and Ellen was now inside with Lisa and Zoe being fucked by a gang of men on the lounge. Clement sauntered up to her and began a nice gentle massage of her shoulders and neck. She leant forward on the table and enjoyed the sensation of Clement’s expert hands.
“He’s good isn’t he?” Karen said. “Tomorrow I’ll get him to bring over our massage table and he can give us a full body workover.”
“Where’s Marcus?” she asked from under her folded arms.
“He’s crashed out,” Peter said. “I had him up well early this morning out on a site inspection.”
“Damn,” she said. “We’ve hardly had time to chat.”
“He’ll still be awake. He only just went in after having a dip in the pool.”
Sharon lifted her head, breaking the superb massage. “Where?”
“Back down the hall, first on the right.”
Sharon grabbed two glasses of wine and though momentarily distracted by the sight of Nick shooting a load over Zoe’s face, she headed straight into the room.
Marcus was sitting up in bed flicking through a car magazine. His broad smile gave away his emotions.
“Nightcap?” she asked holding up the glasses.
“Where’s the cheese?” he asked as he shuffled over.
“No cheese,” she said and settled in next to him. “Just me and some wine.”
“The wine I can handle,” he kissed her as she passed him a glass. “You, right now, I couldn’t.”
Sharon laughed at his honesty. “Well, you’d best keep yourself fit for tomorrow. I have a special project in mind.”
“What’s that?”
She reached down and took his prick in her hand.
“I want to be fucked in the arse,” she whispered, “and I want you to be the one to do it.”
Despite his tiredness, Marcus couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch in excitement.
“Really,” he said “It would be an honour to be the first.”
“First again,” she said and when he looked at her weirdly she continued. “Yours was the first cock I sucked and the you were the first guy to fuck me at the club.”
“I know,” he put his glass on the bedside table, “I wasn’t sure exactly, but I had a fair idea that I was.”
“Good then,” she said and pulled the sheet up over themselves. “Shall we call it a night?”
“What about this,” he said holding his resurgent cock.
“That,” she reached down and grabbed it, “is breakfast.”
As applause came up from the lounge room, Sharon hit the switch and sleep fell quickly on them both.